CHAPTER 25
Emma
I walked Mia into her room and put her down for bed. She looked up into my eyes, and I knew she could tell something was wrong.
“Is everything okay, Mommy?”
I leaned down and kissed Mia on the forehead. “Of course, it is, sweetie. Now get some rest, and we will figure out everything tomorrow.” Mia stretched and yawned and I smiled as I turned out the light and walked out of the room.
As I walked down the hallway to my bedroom, I shook my head. How could I tell Mia everything would be all right when I didn’t know if I would have a job in the morning? For sure, Ms. Johnson would want me fired. She already hated me as it was. A slow panic coursed through my body as I let my mind wander on what I could possibly do to fix this. I hated even more what Elizabeth and my mom would think.
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Well this must be it, I thought. I just hoped that they would allow Mia and I to spend the night before they kicked me out. I let out a sigh as I gripped the handle and opened the door.
Outside stood Mason, looking distraught. I looked around him to see if Ms. Johnson was by his side, but thankfully she was not. I quickly invited him inside, knowing that if Ms. Johnson spotted him at my front door, it would only make things worse.
“I needed to see you,” Mason said.
“Well, it sounds like this might be the last time, before I lose my job if your sister has her way.”
“Margaret has no right to say who tutors my son. If I want you here, then that is final,” he growled.
We walked into my living room and sat down on the plush couch. Mason dropped his head into his hands and let out a long sigh. I reached out and lightly caressed his back.
“It might just be better if I leave, Mason. That way you would have no temptations to sway your judgment from what your sister wants.”
Mason shot his head back up from his hands and looked at me. He suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me up with him.
“I don’t want you to leave. The politics of the clan are difficult. There is a lot of hatred for outsiders that I have been trying to combat for years, and it seems that my direct family is always the ones that fight me on it the hardest.”
Mason let out a long sigh as I continued to rub his back. I wasn’t sure what to do at this point. There was obviously a connection between us that we couldn’t deny. Mason lifted his head and looked deep into my eyes.
“Come on. We are going for a drive.”
* * *
A large stretch limo pulled up into the driveway a few minutes later. Mason called and had a staff member stay at the bungalow in case Mia woke up.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
Mason didn’t respond, but simply opened the door and entered the limo. I did the same on the other side. I avoided eye contact, and all I could think about was his bed. I pushed out these thoughts as we sat in the car, and Michael, the chauffeur, drove us home.
Mason and I sitting in a limo together—what could go wrong? That was the thought inside my mind as I slipped on the seatbelt. I didn’t even have time to think about anything, as he used his hand to move my face toward his, and our lips met.
They met like the last time I saw him at his penthouse. Like the night, I’d replayed in my mind over and over again the last few days in my sleep, and sometimes when I was awake. And now he was doing it again.
With no hesitation, with the confidence that I would not say no. Knowing that I would surrender to him like I had once before. I released my seatbelt and I held on to him. I held on to him with my mind, body, and soul.
“I wanted you from the moment I laid my eyes on you. You’re too sexy, Emma.”
I didn’t even have a chance to respond, since his lips crashed on mine. His tongue slid inside of my mouth, reaching deeper as his hands lowered the straps of my red mini dress down my shoulders. I moved my hands across his torso, admiring his taut muscles, and stopped at his biceps.
He traced my neck with his tongue and lowered the upper part of my dress down, revealing my firm and round breasts. He leaned away to look at them and cupped them with his hands.
“Fuck, Emma. Your tits are perfect.”
I moaned and squirmed on the seat. My panties were already wet, and my pulsating body begged for his touch. He grazed my nipples with his thumbs, turning them into two hard buds, and groaned. “So, beautiful.”
“But what about your driver and bodyguard?”
“They can’t hear us or see us, baby. Relax.” He licked my ear, his tongue slowly moving up my earlobe. “You can scream all you want,” he whispered, and I sucked in a breath, seriously turned on right now.
He brought his mouth to my perky nipple, nipping it before he sucked it into his mouth. I arched my back and lowered my hand to his crotch. It was so hard and I couldn’t resist stroking it slowly as his hands drew the hem of my dress higher, exposing my body.
His lips still on my nipple, his fingers cupped my mound and rubbed it, sending shots of hot pleasure through every part of me. His cock was twitching under my hand, and it made my mouth dry. I just needed to feel that size deep inside of me...
“Mason... That is so good.” He stroked my clit in circles, creating tension in me that was rising quickly, and I didn’t care if my moans were loud for his driver and bodyguard to hear or not.
“You like me touching you here, baby?” His flicked over my other nipple and more juices oozed out of my tight hole.
“Yes. I love it. Please, don’t stop. Touch me faster.”
His chuckle filled the space, and the next thing I knew, I was on my back with my legs widely spread. He knelt on the floor and pushed my panties aside. He pushed his fingers through my wet folds, circling around my entrance before he pushed two digits inside of me.
“Mason!”
His blue eyes never left mine, watching carefully my every single reaction. “Fuck me. You’re so tight.”
“Yes. That’s so...” My voice wasn’t mine as I moaned and panted, bucking on the seat as he rammed his fingers deep into me. I held onto the seat tightly, moving my hips to meet his thrusts, and moaned in deep pleasure.
“Your pussy is just sucking my fingers in...” He grunted, shifting on his knees. “It’s so sexy, and the scent of your juices is just perfect.”
My pleasure skyrocketed, his dirty words doing wonders to my insides, and I was close to my orgasm. My wetness gushed out of me, soaking his fingers and his seat, but this only seemed to make him more aroused. Just as my legs started trembling hard, my orgasm seconds away from me, he took his fingers out of me, leaving me without my release.
What? Why did he stop? I frowned, looking at him in confusion. “What are you doing?”
His smirk twisted his face, his blue eyes so dark that I couldn’t look away from his compelling gaze. “Playing with you,” he said and placed his hands on top of my thighs, so close to my throbbing core.
I wanted to growl in frustration. “What? Why?”
His smirk grew wider. “Because the best things come to those who wait.”
He lowered his head and separated my lips, blowing over my mound. It felt nice. He blew again, cooling me down, and my insides tightened in response.
“Mason... You... I love this.” His mouth was so close to my core, and I was growing impatient for him to put it on me.
His eyes locked on mine. “It’s going to be even better. When I finally let you come, your juices are going to pour out of you in streams.”
I cried out and shuddered, biting my lips when he pressed his lips on the inside of my thigh, and my toes in high heels curled.
“Mmm, so wet.”
His fingers were still holding my folds apart as his mouth finally descended and closed around my clit.
“Mason!” I grabbed his head and pressed my core against him, losing myself as he ate me like he starved.
His lips, teeth, and tongue stimulated my sex in the most delicate way, and I couldn’t hold myself much longer...
“I’ll come, Mason...”
“No, you won’t,” he muttered.
He moved from my clit and licked all around it, keeping me on the edge, but not letting me come.
“Please...” I couldn’t catch my breath, my chest rising and falling fast as his teasing continued, and I needed him to finish me off.
He gave me several light flicks of his tongue over my clit, bringing me so close once more, and then separated himself from me.
“No!” I was breathing so hard, bringing myself up onto my elbows as I watched him undress.
“Be patient!” he ordered in a strained voice.
Just now I noticed he was breathing unevenly himself, his whole body strained as he fought with the zipper of his jeans. “I’m so hard for you, baby. I can’t hold much longer.”
He took off his jeans and got out of his boxers. My jaw fell when I spotted his huge erection. He was so big. I extended my hand to cover nine inches of throbbing thickness, and he let a guttural sound out.
“Fuck.”
His muscles budged as I stroked his dick, his precum soaking my fingers. He growled and pushed me back down, resuming his position on the floor. He held me in place with one hand on my breast as he pushed three fingers inside of me, this time fucking me much harder.
“Ah! Mason! Yes!” I screamed as he continued his merciless pounding, and my juices poured out of me, making everything wet.
“That’s it. I want you all wet. Drench my fingers, baby.”
“Yes. Don’t stop!”
His fingers worked fast, and I was burning, near the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt.
“Now you may come.”
My whole body tensed and exploded in the searing ecstasy that filled every fiber of my being. I was screaming and writhing on the seat, the waves and waves of orgasmic pleasure hitting me while Mason put on his condom and positioned himself in between my legs. He brought them to his shoulders and held them there. “You see? It is way better when all that tension just builds in you and begs to be released.” I had to agree on that. I couldn’t even imagine it could be so strong...
He guided his dick to my entrance, sliding it across my sensitive flesh. “Fuck, yeah. So, hot.”
Our eyes locked and then he plunged inside of me, filling every inch of me in one swift move.
“Oh God! Mason!” He was so big. My body stretched beyond limits to accept his enormous size, embracing him hungrily.
He pulled out and rammed back inside, and it was just amazing—like he was ripping me in two.
“So, fucking tight. You feel so good.”
He groaned and thrust hard, hitting the sweet spot deep within me. I felt so exposed to him like this. This position enabled him to penetrate me deeper than usual, and I liked it. I needed him to move faster.
“Please, Mason...” I could barely form words, the sensations robbing me off my voice and thoughts.
“Please, what?” he barked and rammed inside so fast that my whole body bucked on the leather seat, the fire spreading through my whole body.
“Move faster.”
“Fuck!” His dug his fingers into my calves and sped up, working my body with relentless thrusts that brought me to my second orgasm in no time. “Your pussy is so tight. So, hot. I’ll cum, baby!”
“Yes, Mason! Cum inside of me! Ah!”
I trashed against the seat and exploded, a powerful climax rocking through my whole body.
“Emma!” He let out an animalistic sound, filling me to the brim when he came hard, and captured my lips with his.
“This was fucking amazing,” he muttered when he pulled out several moments later.
I returned his smile, finally aware that we were still moving through the city. Luckily, the tinted windows hid our activity from the rest of the world. “I completely agree with you.”
We untangled from each other, and I cracked another smile when the scent of our sex filled my nostrils. The seat beneath me was so wet, and I felt hot all over again just thinking about everything he’d done to me.
“Where are we going?” I asked him, wondering if this was it.
“Yes. This isn’t nearly enough.” He lowered his head and kissed my neck, and I was melting. He felt the same way as I did, and that just aroused me more. “Now that I had a taste of delicious, sexy you, I need to have more. This night has just begun.”