Play Time

(Mason)

I officially unleashed something inside Violet. She crawled across my bed on her hands and knees, wearing nothing, her eyes dead set at getting to my dick. I opened my jeans for her and pushed them down, letting my hard rod pop free. She grabbed, jerked, and then latched her mouth to my dick like it was a lifesaving device. I ran a hand through her hair to the back of her head and thrust forward. I loved the face she made when I tested her mouth and its delicate limits.

This was what we’d become.

All it took was one text message to her… Play time

It was either her place or mine.

There was no talking.

Just touching. Tasting. Me teasing the fuck out of her as her body ached for my cock. I don’t think a woman had ever wanted it so bad before. Rightfully so, I guess, since it was going to be her first time.

Plus, I liked her this way.

Her sweet little lips sliding up and down my shaft. Sucking hard. Her hand pumping at the root of my cock. Amazing how fast she picked up her own little style and routine of sucking me. It was damn good enough that I didn't give a shit about other women. That was historic. They’d print that shit in textbooks and teach kids about it in schools for sure. The moment in time when Mason stuck with one chick.

At least for now.

There was no future with me and Violet. She would go off to better things in life. I wasn’t going to be the guy that kept breaking her heart. For now, I’d make her come and scream my name. Then I’d break her heart, just once, and she’d move on.

Speaking of coming…

I grabbed Violet’s soft hair and pulled her off my dick. I loved the way my cock shined with her spit.

“Turn around, babe,” I said.

I saw her eyes light up.

The conversation had come up a few times in the last couple weeks. She reassured me a hundred times over that she was on the pill. That she trusted me enough to take me when I was ready. She all but literally begged for my cock to slam into that tight cunt of hers. And for me, I just loved the game. I loved the control.

I loved her ass too.

I touched her ass, feeling her smooth skin. I spread her open and looked at her. Her pink slit was beautiful. That little flower that I was going to eventually destroy.

Not tonight though.

I moved my hands to the front of her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She let out a yell and hurried to look back at me.

I came forward and grabbed my dick. I placed the bottom of my shaft to her right ass cheek. I slid down and around to the back of her leg. Then I moved to the inside of her thigh. I locked my eyes to hers. She bit her lip. She was ready. So goddamn ready.

I lifted my cock and felt the heat pouring from her body. I then placed the top of my shaft against her wet folds. I moved my dick left to right against her.

“Oh, shit,” she purred. “Mason… yes…”

I pulled back a little and felt the swell on the head of my cock touch her sweet center. Her hole puckered against my tip. I was right there and all it took was one fucking thrust to end it all. To rip her open, take away the stigma of being a virgin at her age, and feel that impossible clenching as her cunt tried to understand how something as big as me could fit inside her.

My hand stroked hard and fast at my root. We had been going at it for almost an hour now. I’d tasted her entire body. I’d made her come twice. She played with my dick, my sack, clawing at my chest, kissing my stomach muscles, and fucking driving me insane. Bringing her to this point.

Here I was in a world of temptation and I was going to hold off. Because of the look on Violet’s face. How desperate she was. How the innocence poured from her. I used to have that kind of innocence, but it was taken way too early in life.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

I pulled away and slapped my cock against her ass. I thrust forward and put my legs against hers. And I jerked myself.

My left hand grabbed at the left side of her body and I held her close.

“Get ready,” I warned. “You’re finishing this.”

“Mason… I want you…”

“Shut up and do what I say,” I growled.

I didn’t want to sound mean, but I couldn’t stand the shit feelings rolling through me. I couldn’t let anything happen between me and her.

I felt my load building, easing into my shaft. My cock tingled, ready to explode with creamy delight. And my target was Violet’s back. Smother that innocent skin with the devil’s spit.

I released my hold on my dick and grabbed her side. I was now holding her, her ass pressing against my throbbing balls, my hard rod sticking out and up, veins throbbing, ready to go.

Violet quickly reached back and grabbed me. Her soft little hand stroked right over the head of my cock. That was all it took. She jerked me and I started to come. I grunted and thrusted, watching streams of my cum flying through the air and land on her back. I was painting a sloppy picture of lust.

I started to rock her, pushing and pulling, imagining my cock inside her. Feeling her legs and ass smashing against my legs and my balls. I kept coming. She kept stroking me. Her hand was a sticky mess, webbed fingers of my jizz.

“Oh, fuck, Mason,” she groaned.

I slid my left hand around and down, not stopping until I touched her clit one more time. I brought my body forward and down, almost touching her. I was able to kiss her in our position and it was fucking filthy and delicious at the same time.

I broke the kiss and rubbed my nose to hers.

“Why?” she whispered. “Why won’t you fuck me?”

“It’s a matter of when, Violet,” I said. “You need to be afraid. You need to hate me when it happens. You cannot fall for me.”

Her mouth opened and she sighed.

My finger kept playing at her clit.

I started kissing her again. I lowered my body to hers, feeling my own cum smother between us like jelly. I didn’t give a shit. I brought out the vixen in Violet and she found a way to bring out a wilder side in me.

She’s was doing something that only one other woman had ever done to me… making me feel whole.

* * *

I flipped through Dicky’s latest design on a three-wheel ride. It was for a guy who served in Vietnam and worked his ass off with soldiers present day when they were leaving to fight and when they came back home. He had a long ass beard that touched the seat of the motorcycle when he rode. He lived like a bad ass even though he had a limp, could barely move the throttle, and had to ride with three wheels.

“These are brilliant,” I said. “I like the third one.”

“Me too,” Dicky said.

“Should we give him a call?” Hunter asked.

I leaned back into my chair and looked around the office. “No. Just go with the third.”

“Without opinion?” Dicky asked. “Shit, we’re dealing with that Leo thing…”

“No,” I said. “I gave the order, Dicky. Now go talk to the guys and get this moving. I want it done as soon as possible. A guy like Chet doesn’t want to ride with windows and a roof.”

“I’m on it,” Dicky said.

He left the office and Hunter shut the door.

“He has a point,” Hunter said. “The Leo thing.”

“What thing?”

“He’s causing a stir. He’s got a lawyer. You hit him, Mason.”

“Fuck that,” I said. “He was threatening my employees. He brought someone with him. I was endangered. I hit him once to get him out of here.”

“If he sues…”

“The ride for Chet,” I said, changing the course of thought. “That’s on me. I want that bill.”

“What?”

“I’m covering it.”

“We don’t do charity.”

“This isn’t charity, Hunter. I’ll personally cut a check to my own company to pay for the work.”

Hunter was shocked. “What… where is this coming from?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Guy fought in a wicked war. He does shit for soldiers. I don’t get what that life is like, but he does. It’s the least we could do.”

“What are you thinking then?” Hunter asked. “Bring in the news or stream it live as we give him his ride back?”

“No. It doesn’t have to be a fucking event. I’m not doing this for the cameras.”

“So then why? From the goodness of your heart?”

“Maybe.”

“Since when do you have a heart?”

I pushed my hands to the desk and stood up. “I have no heart.”

“You just said…”

“Forget what I said,” I yelled. “Get out of my office, Hunter. Go find something to work on.”

“Mason, you should seriously consider talking to your lawyer. Try to hit this Leo thing before it becomes something big. Just in case.”

“I’ll take that under consideration. Now get out of here.”

Hunter left the office. I turned and faced one of the posters on the wall. I put my pointer finger to the picture, sliding over the woman’s huge, fake breast. I licked my lips, gritting my teeth. That’s what I needed. Some good strange…

No thinking. No caring. No worrying about fucking neighbor shit.

I spread my hand out across the poster.

That’s when I realized I was standing in my office feeling up a fucking piece of paper. Trying to convince my cock to throb a little.

That’s what Violet had done to me.

And I knew what I needed to do to her.

I stepped back and leaned against my desk. I stared at the beautiful woman in the poster for another minute or so.

I nodded.

Yeah… play time was fucking over.

It was time for me to make some noise through the wall again - no matter what it did to Violet.