Sleepover

(Mason)

I tried to take it a little easy, but that wasn’t my fucking style. I planted my feet on the floor and held Violet’s curvy hips. I fucked her like I was never going to get a chance to do it again. For her first time, she was going to be feeling it for a few days for sure.

But she could take it.

I loved the way her body responded to me. The way her cunt sheathed my cock so tight, leaving me on the edge of filling her with my cum almost instantly. Her tits bounced with my movements. Her groans and whimpers filled the bedroom, hitting the walls, plastering the room with memories.

I finally grabbed her tits, cupping them with my hands as I kept thrusting at her. I grunted and groaned. Sweat glistening on my body. Her hands racing up and down my chest, my stomach, my arms, her nails sinking in hard, clawing, leaving marks on me.

She was fucking wild.

And she was all mine.

Having that thought caused a little stir inside me. I quickly pulled out of her sweet slit and stood there. I looked down at her, seeing her tender folds open, her hole throbbing, waiting for me to return.

Her hands grabbed the sheets as she bucked her hips, unable to control what her body wanted.

“Turn to your side,” I ordered.

She moved to her left side. I loved the way she looked like that. Every curve of her body showing. Her lower back cutting in so her ass could cut out. Her shoulder was perfect. Her shoulder? When the fuck did I ever notice a woman’s shoulder before?

My hands grabbed her and I walked her up the bed. I then grabbed her left leg and positioned her the way I wanted her. I came forward, found her throbbing cunt, and sank right back inside her. Violet cried out and reached for me with her right hand. She grabbed at my face, then my neck, sinking her nails into me again.

I didn’t care. I could take the pain. Just like she could take my cock.

I fucked harder, faster, testing her limits.

I lowered my body down, putting my fists to the bed. Violet strained to turn her head. Her fucking tits were so beautiful in her current position. Resting against each other, bouncing with my thrusts.

But that wasn’t all I wanted from her.

I wanted to kiss her.

I wanted to fucking taste her.

So I kissed her. And fuck did we make out. Her hand grabbed at the back of my head as I fucked her. The deeper I sank, the louder she groaned into my mouth. Goddamn, I loved that little move. Feeling her groan, tasting her groan, my cock pounding in and out of her.

I broke the kiss as she let out a long breath over and over. Her eyes screamed with pleasure as she bit her lip. I knew I was reaching her limit, but I couldn’t stop. I wasn’t going to do anything fucking different for her. This was what she wanted from me.

My balls were twisted and aching, desperate to release.

I pulled myself out of her again and slapped my cock against her hip.

“Touch my cock,” I said. “Right fucking now.”

Violet groaned and she grabbed for me. I grabbed her hip and put her on her back against the bed.

“Feel that?” I asked. “How fucking thick I am? That’s because of you. Feel how fucking slippery my cock is? That’s because of you.”

“Finish,” Violet managed to say. “Please, Mason. I want to feel it…”

I lowered my body and I let her line my cock up to her slit. I watched as I opened her again. There was no stopping me this time. I needed to come.

I fucked at her again. My eyes taking one last look up and down her body. Memorizing her. Studying her. Trying to battle something I wasn’t sure I could win.

My right hand rested on her hip.

I hovered over her, stealing a kiss here and there, preparing her as I reached the last few thrusts. My left hand gripped the sheets tight. I had been holding off coming for a good while. I gritted my teeth as the rush came, an unstoppable force.

I sank deep into her as I started to come.

I felt my hot cum spill into her tender body.

Violet let out a whimpering yell and arched her back. I felt her hips start to quiver as she reached her own climax at the same time as me. That meant her sweet cunt was now throbbing against my cock, coaxing all my release out.

I stayed right there and fucked her slower by the second.

Each time I pressed forward she let out a groan.

It was driving me insane. It was like a dagger to my heart, cutting and slicing.

I finally thrust inside her and held there. I stopped. I stared down at her.

Shit got way too real for that moment.

I pulled out of her and moved away from the bed.

There was a mess all over my bed and I was perfectly fine with that.

“I can’t move,” Violet whispered. “I think I’m dead.”

I walked to the bed and reached for her chest. I put my hand against her chest and felt her heart pounding.

“Far from it, babe,” I said.

“I still can’t move.”

Something came over me and next thing I knew I was lifting her up. My hands scooping under her body and picking her up. We were both naked, her arms flying around my neck. I held her and walked her to my bathroom and paused.

“I don’t have fruity girly shampoo,” I said. “But you’re more than welcome to shower. Unless you want me to walk you home like this.”

“Stop,” she said. “I’ll get, uh, cleaned up… and go.”

“Go? Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

Stop caring, Mason. Stop asking fucking questions. Get her out of the damn apartment.

“I’m fine,” she said. “I just… I should go. Right?”

“No,” I said. “Stay. Right in bed with me.”

“What?”

“Sleepover,” I whispered. “Just tonight.”

I put her on her feet and then shut the bathroom door.

I stood there, making a fist and put it to my forehead. I couldn’t let anything happen. I touched my chest, my fingers against the tattoo.

Never again.

I backed away from the door and turned around. I looked at the laptop on the dresser. That’s when an idea came to me. I grabbed it and put it on the nightstand.

Violet emerged from the bathroom wearing one of my towels. She was nothing but temptation. It was funny to me that she had white towels in her bathroom and I had black ones in mine.

There were a few weird seconds of silence before I climbed onto my bed and gave a nod.

“Are you getting dressed?” she asked.

“I sleep naked,” I said.

She bit her lip. Her thoughts were already starting to line up with mine.

Before she got into the bed I grabbed the towel and ripped it off her beautiful body.

“So… the wait,” I whispered as we got under the covers. Violet was facing me. “I don’t get it, but I’m glad you’re done.”

“I guess I just didn’t find the right guy,” she said.

“You still didn’t. You settled. And that’s okay to do.”

“Mason…”

“No, Violet. I warned.”

She then made a bold move and touched my chest. Right at the tattoo. “Is this the date…”

I grabbed her hand. “Stop right now. That’s not how we do this.”

“Then how do we do this?” she asked.

“Roll over to your belly,” I said.

“Okay.”

I had her. I broke open that cage she kept the vixen in for so many years. I peeled the covers down her body. Goddamn, the sight of her back and ass… the way her hair fell down her back…

I gritted my teeth.

I threw my right leg over her body and pressed my cock against her hip.

“Mason…”

“You didn’t think it was going to be once, did you?”

“Shit,” she groaned.

I moved more over her body, using my knees to open her legs. She quickly propped herself up on her elbows and looked back at me.

My cock was swelling, easily filling right back up.

I reached forward and hit a button on the laptop. The screen came alive, showing right where Violet had paused the video I had been blasting to get her attention and her jealousy.

I hit the button again and the porn started to play.

Violet’s cheeks flushed. “What are…”

I grabbed my cock and placed it right to her tender slit. She was wet again. Soaking wet.

“You like it, don’t you?” I asked.

The woman on the screen was really taking it hard and fast. Yelling and screaming.

“I want you to be louder than her,” I said.

I thrust forward and slowly entered Violet again. She was as tight as the first time. Her body quivered as she groaned, still trying to figure out how to take me without feeling pain. That would be cured with time and practice.

I got on my knees and I grabbed her hips, pulling her up to her knees.

I started to fuck her, wanting to hear her scream my name. The porn on the laptop quickly became background noise for us as I had her again. It only took me a few minutes of fucking Violet to get annoyed with the laptop noise. I reached and slammed it shut, swiping it off the nightstand. I grabbed Violet by the hair and thrust deep into her and held there.

“Listen to me, Violet,” I growled. “All I want to fucking hear are your screams. Not some fucking random woman from a bar. Not some fucking woman on a web site. Your screams. Got it?”

“Yes!” she yelled.

I released my hold on her hair and went back to her waist.

I fucked her until I came, filling her innocent core with more of my cum. I couldn’t stop fucking her either. Even after I was done. My cock begged for a break, but I refused to give in. I didn’t stop until Violet finally reached back and put her hand to my stomach. Her fingers were shaking. She was sweating. She was out of breath. Her legs were weak.

I pulled out of her and she fell to the bed. I climbed off her and was then next to her. I pulled the covers up and leaned forward, kissing her shoulder.

“Sleep tight, Violet,” I said with a grin on my face.

She then pulled out another surprising move. On her left side, she reached back with her right hand. She grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers together. I let it happen and remained there until she was fast asleep. Then I broke our hands apart.

I couldn’t let that shit happen overnight.

There was only one woman I ever did that with.

Violet didn’t need to be the second.

I needed to just end it for good and let her find true happiness.

* * *

It was still dark when I got out of bed. I grabbed my jeans and hurried to sneak a t-shirt out of a drawer. I was then gone, out of my own fucking bedroom. I got dressed in the living room and grabbed the keys to my truck. This was a new one for me. I was ditching on a woman who was in my bed.

I didn’t want to do the next morning thing with Violet. I had no clue how to handle it. Fuck, I didn’t want to handle it. She wanted my cock, I wanted her cherry. We sealed the deal twice. But I didn’t need her goddamn innocent eyes staring into mine, trying to cut into me. Asking about the date tattooed on my chest. I should have never told her about my fucking parents.

I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a quick note to her.

Work thing… had to leave. Help yourself to whatever you want here.

I read the note and then reached into my pocket. I threw some cash on the counter.

Then I went back to writing.

Don’t have much though. Get something for breakfast. On me.

It took me until I was halfway to the shop did I realize it was almost like calling Violet a whore. Like I paid her for the great sex.

That made me laugh.

I went to the shop, sat at my desk, and put my feet up. I sat there in the darkness, fighting away thoughts. Sleep eventually took me.

All I could dream about was fucking Violet again… and again… and again…