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Chapter 55: I think I'm in trouble
🕑 Added 2023-08-03 14:00:04 +0000 UTCMason sat up and slowly eased Rebecca to her knees.
“Better if you do everything. Get it out for me.”
Rebecca bit her lip shyly and worked at his fly. She slipped her hand between the layers of fabric, and he felt her small, cool fingers curl around his shaft. She pulled him out and started stroking as she met his eyes.
“See? You’re a natural,” he smiled and leaned forward to kiss her. “But I want your mouth.”
“OK,” she said. “But you have to tell me what to do.”
Anticipation rippled up and down his spine as he looked in her eyes. “Don’t worry. Just do exactly what I say.”
“I will,” she promised, still stroking him. “I want to.”
Mason practically growled with lust as he wrapped a hand around her long hair. But he wanted to see those big, beautiful eyes while she worked, so he pulled her up and sat on one of the large rocks around the grass. Then he lowered her back down, guiding his length to her lips.
“Lick and suck the tip,” he said, “but keep looking at me.”
He held her hair as she opened her mouth and took him in, licking and sucking as she gazed up at him.
“Good God,” Mason groaned, enjoying the feel for a minute or two. “Now take me deeper, slide it in and out nice and slow.”
She did, keeping her lips so loose it felt like wet silk running along his shaft. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse while she worked, feeling her breasts then playing gently with her nipples. She moaned and sped up her movement on his cock, eyes fluttering slightly.
“Now tighten your lips,” he said. “And suck it as it comes in.”
His cock suddenly felt like it was in a vacuum—Rebecca’s lips sealing tight on his shaft as she tried to milk him with her tongue.
He moaned and pulled her head deeper, and she made a muffled squealing sound that sent a lance of heat up his balls. The idea that she’d never even touched another man, that she was all his, drove him wild. He watched her small, pale breasts and her tanned, athletic body—her youthful, beautiful face looking up at him, so innocent and eager to please him.
He just let her keep sucking, glancing with drooping eyes for a moment at the waterfall and beauty of the forest, then back to the brunette trying her best to suck him dry. Yeah, he thought, it was a good day.
“Keep going like that,” he told her, still holding her hair with one hand, running the other down her cheek. “And you’re going to make me cum.”
She looked thrilled with the fact, and bobbed back and forth with abandon. He imagined all the ways he was going to train and fuck this girl, turning her from a virgin to his personal whore. His cock twitched and he knew he was getting close.
“You look so fucking sexy right now, do you feel how hard you’re making me?” he said, wanting her very, very encouraged.
She made another little muffled moan, still looking at him without being told.
“Jesus Christ, Becky,” he said, staring into her big brown eyes. “I’m close.”
He knew he should probably warn her about what was about to happen, but words and thoughts were quickly exiting his mind.
“Keep going,” he growled as his body clenched and tightened before release.
The orgasm shuddered through him, exploding into Becky’s mouth with a massive first shot. Her eyes widened and she instantly pulled away, taking another big shot to the face as she stared with an open mouth.
Mason growled, pulling her back to him by her hair. She gulped him in again, sliding silky lips down his cock as stream after stream sprayed into her mouth. She swallowed some on instinct, but most was leaking from her lips and down her chin and she clearly wasn’t sure what to do but suck and spit. It felt like one of the biggest loads of Mason’s life, and Becky’s face and chin were covered as she finished him off. Finally he shuddered to a trembling stop, incredibly sensitive for a few moments before he was drained.
“You did amazing,” he ran a thumb over her cheek, smearing a bit of his cum. She finally let him out and swallowed again, licking her lips as if curious.
“There’s so much,” she said, panting from the effort and inspecting the wet mess dripping down her chest.
“Yeah,” he said, just enjoying the sight of her covered in his juices. “Want to go wash up a little in the pool?”
She smiled, still licking at her lips. “Yes please.”
He took her hand and walked down the rocks, stripping naked at the edge of the water. He waggled an eyebrow. “Want to go for a swim?”
Her eyes raked over him and she pulled slightly at her open blouse. “You’d like that.”
“I’ve already seen you naked,” Mason wiggled his eyebrows. “I patched you up, remember?”
She bit her lip and looked at the water a moment before shyly nodding her head. “OK. But still no sex.” She held up a chastising finger, which was a slightly hilarious gesture with her face still dripping with his cum.
“No sex,” he agreed, then turned and leapt into the water.
Becky shimmied out of her stretchy jeans and lacy white panties, which even from the pool Mason could see were wet enough to see through. She stepped in more slowly, shivering at the cool water but moving in deeper as she cleaned off. She dipped down entirely and came up spitting water, shaking out her long, brown hair.
“You’re absolutely beautiful,” Mason said as he came closer, meaning every word. Then she was in his arms again, and he pulled her naked body flat against him, loving the feel of her tits against his chest as they kissed. She moaned as he gripped her wide hips and perky ass, sliding one hand slowly down, over her asshole to between her legs. She bit her lip as he slid his fingers in circles over her clit.
“I don’t wanna be just some girl,” she said, looking suddenly very vulnerable. “I shouldn’t be doing…I mean, you must think I’m a slut.”
Mason would have laughed if he didn’t think it would hurt her feelings. “I want you to live with me,” he said instead. “Permanently. How’s that for just some girl?”
She moaned as he kissed her again, sliding a finger into her swollen sex. “I want that. Soon,” she said, clearly battling with her own lust. He slipped another finger inside her and she gasped.
“Then every night I can leave you a wet, satisfied mess, like this.”
He pumped his fingers and kissed her neck, moving his lips to her breasts and nipples. Just like before, she practically spasmed in his arms. She was so…responsive, so sensitive to his touch. In less than a minute of fingering she was turning pink and panting with closed eyes.
“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, feeling himself hardening again at the feel and sight of her. When her eyes rolled back and she cried out in orgasm, he shoved his tongue into her mouth, delighted as she started to suck. She shook and moaned against his mouth, legs weakening as she sagged into the water and his arms. He let her lie almost flat and float, holding her up as he caressed her skin and kissed her lips as she stared up at the forest canopy.
When she finally turned her eyes to his, the look she gave him made his heart beat faster and his cock snap to attention.
“I think I’m in trouble,” she said, biting her lip. Mason chuckled and cupped her face, kissing her again.
“If you are, we’re in it together.”
It appeared to be the right thing to say. Mason wasn’t entirely sure what a girl in love looked like, but he was pretty sure that was close. The old Mason probably would have been terrified by that look. The pressure of it, the responsibility. Instead he scooped her up and put her in his lap, wrapping his arms around her as they both looked out at the waterfall.
A pang of guilt struck him, though, as he remembered he hadn’t told Rebecca about his…relationship status with Haley. Suddenly the emotion involved worried him slightly as he hoped desperately he didn’t end up hurting her.
But he tried to put it from his mind. Because as he felt the naked Arkansas girl nestle into his lap, cuddling against him and increasingly comfortable against his body, including his rock hard erection, he knew there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
