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  “Baby girl, I didn’t ask you anything,” came that low male growl. “You’re distracted that’s all.”

  I stammered, catching his eyes with mine, that blue dancing and amused, yet filled with fire.

  “I’m sorry?” I said confusedly. “I thought you said something?”

  “Naw, I didn’t say anything,” he drawled. “Nothing at all.”

  But I couldn’t think because a big hand appeared in my field of vision to rest just next to his cock. Slowly, Mason circled the base of his shaft, then tugged its whole length, a single, mouthwatering movement that made me go weak inside. Oh god, Mason had fed that thickness into my mouth, encouraging me to suck hungrily, to drink his semen. And on my knees, I’d done it, I’d become a slut, wanting him, doing anything he commanded. It’d been fucking amazing, the salty-sweet flavor of his sperm on my tongue.

  And watching him leisurely stroke himself, I just wanted him all over again.

  Following my gaze, the big man let out an amused chuckle. But he didn’t let up.

  “Cat got your tongue, baby girl?” he rasped in a low voice. “Cat got baby’s tongue?”

  And instead of waiting for an answer, Mason squeezed the head of his penis so that another drop of moisture beaded on the tip and trickled down over his fist. “See something you like?” he ground out roughly.

  God, yes.

  I’d never wanted anything so badly. I wanted to lean over and suck the fat head into my mouth again, just to see if I remembered just how good he had tasted. I was fascinated at the newness of him, of the unfamiliar wonder of sex, of waking up next to someone who'd had part of his body inside me, someone whose cum had dripped out of my vagina and smeared my thighs.

  The thought of tasting Mason, of taking him inside my pussy again, made me squirm. I rubbed my still damp thighs together.

  “You want an early morning lollipop?” His wicked glance told me how well he could read the eagerness in my face. The lust flooded through me like a warm river, moisture pooling between my legs and in my mouth. I wanted to suck Mason off and feel his cum spurt all over my face.

  But Mason apparently wanted to torture me.

  He circled the tip of his penis with a thick and calloused finger, tracing the vein on the underside before lifting up the heavy pole and tilting it toward me.

  I couldn’t help it. I swear, I’m not a slut, I’m not a whore, but that dick just looked too good, and opening my mouth, I swallowed it all the way to the base.

  “Mmph!” I cried out, cheeks puffed like a chipmunk, my cry muffled. “Mmmph!”

  “Fuck!” was his only reply, breathing hard, those balls jumping as I munched. “Fuuuuck.”

  And I smiled then, as best as I could manage with my face stuffed full of dick. Because this is where I belong. This is what I was born to do, and my pussy juiced wetly from his cock in my mouth.

  “Christ!” Mason groaned. “That's it, baby, suck my fuckrod, suck it, suck it.”

  I could feel him trying to hold back from shoving into my throat the way he'd done last night.

  “Yeah,” he groaned, pushing a little more into my mouth. “Can you take some more of this big dick? Can you, sweet thing?”

  The muscles of his belly flexed under my fingers, rippling and gorgeous. I combined my fingers through his thick pubic hair and then breathed deep. Oh yeah, Mason was all man and my pussy sizzled. Since when do I like the smell of a man’s balls? But the thing is when it comes to this alpha, I’m lost. I’ll do anything he says, be anything he wants.

  So I slurped and licked like a madwoman, going to town like a hungry dog. I gobbled, ravenous, even as my hand squeezed and stroked his nutsack, trailing one sweet finger to explore his anus.

  “Unnph!” he ground out. “Fuck baby fuck!”

  And smiling around his dick again, I went for it. Hey, you get what you give, and I’d taken hard anal last night, couldn’t he do the same? So I wormed one tiny finger into his butthole, savoring the smell as those male cheeks clamped deliciously around my digit.

  “Aww fuck!” he ground out. “Shit, you’re such a dirty ho.”

  I nodded happily because with Mason, I am a ho. I’m Daddy’s little whore, his slutty Jezebel to fuck whenever he wants.

  And Mason couldn’t hold back. With my finger up his ass and my mouth like a vacuum on his dick, the alpha lost it. With a groan, he threw his head back. “I'm gonna come. Shit!”

  His hand grabbed my hair and I moaned, wiggling against the sheets, humping the mattress desperately. His hand in my hair hurt, actually hurt, but the sting was so good, making me grind my clit harder against the smooth sheets.

  “God! You love that shit, don't you?” His hips started to move faster, muscles rippling under my hands. And then he groaned loud and long, a frantic, ravenous sound, and yanked my head off his cock just in time for me to catch the first jet of his jism on my cheek.

  Oh shit! Oh shit, what was happening? My eyes flew open, startled and surprised. What was going on? Didn’t he want me to swallow?

  But Mason’s a SEAL and these guys know exactly what they’re doing. Because he aimed his dicktip at me like a gun and blasted. That’s right, I caught load after load of hot semen on my face. Closing my eyes reflexively, I went with it, panting at the feel of his hot sperm splashing all over my chin, over my parted lips, and trickling down my throat. Oh god, this was so wrong, it was so wrong to get a cum facial, only porn stars do this stuff.

  But the thing is that it was so right too. Because it tasted right, and I loved feeling the hot blasts spurt all over me. Was is demeaning? Yes. Was it fucking humiliating? Yes. But was it good, making my pussy sizzle and breasts heave? Fuck yes, and I wanted it all, leaning in for more, opening my mouth hungrily to catch as much virile white as possible.

  And finally, the blasts ebbed, becoming a gentle drizzle instead of powerful geysers.

  “God, you're fucking amazing,” Mason panted, grabbing my hair and lifting my face for a kiss. I gasped as our mouths touched because it was disgusting, right? I was disgusting, I had his junk all over my nose and mouth.

  But Mason isn’t like that. If anything, he went in even deeper, opening my mouth with his, burrowing his tongue down my throat before lapping at the corner of my lips, tasting his own cum.

  “I can see why girls like it so much,” he smirked cockily. “Because my jizz tastes fucking good.”

  I gasped, brown eyes wide. This man was so depraved, it was unbelievable. Girls begging for his cum? Asking for facials so that they could get a load of junk on their skin? Oh god, yes. Yes, he was absolutely right, I’d do anything to do it again.

  But Mason had already moved on. Lapping lightly at my cheek, he pulled off, a sticky strand of sperm connecting his tongue to my skin.

  “Fuck,” he grunted, breaking it with a finger. “That wake-up call deserves pancakes,” he said. Then he kissed me once again, rough and sweet at the same time, and left the bed.

  I goggled as his muscular ass walked away from me and into the bathroom. Had that really just happened? Had a man just left his spunk on my face and then teased me about it?

  But it was true. I raised a small finger to my chin and shit, there was so much gooey ooze. It was already beginning to dry and I licked my lips experimentally. Oh yeah, he tasted good, so appetizing in every way.

  But Mason had already moved on. Humming, the SEAL sauntered to the bathroom and left the door open as he did his business. I stared, amazed, as the alpha relieved himself in the toilet, flushed, and then washed his hands. Who does that? At least shut the door! But the intimacy was satisfying, and a warm feeling rushed over me. What would it be like to wake up next to Mason every morning, watching as he took a shower and shaved? Maybe joining him in the shower, and sudsing that hard body, taking his cock in my pussy for a morning wake-up call? Oh god, I wanted it, my snatch quivering wetly again.

  But at that moment, Mason strode out of the bathroom, winking at me, thick dick swinging.

  “Use
whatever you want in there, sweetheart. Towels are on the shelves if you want to shower. I'm gonna make breakfast for us. Come on, pretty girl, chop chop.”

  And I scrambled out of bed. Right, this was a casual thing, and I shouldn’t be lolling around, acting like I owned the place. So within half an hour, I was freshly scrubbed from head to toe, showered and dressed in what I’d had on the night before. It wasn’t like I had a choice of outfits, so the same purple dress sheathed my curves. Or more accurately, it was torn in a couple places like I’d had a rough night, the best kind of fun.

  Mason was in the kitchen, wearing loose pajama pants, humming something at the stove. He’d already set out two plates on the small table that gleamed and shone in the morning light.

  “Sit,” he commanded, then brought a platter with pancakes, bacon, and eggs to the table and sat it between the two place settings. A glass bottle of real maple syrup, shaped like a maple leaf, plunked down next to the food a moment later.

  “Eat up, doll face. It's not every day a chick gets food from me. At least not the home made kind.”

  Was he being the king of mixed messages here? From everything I'd seen of casual hookups on TV, breakfast was not included as part of the package. But I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, and besides, the food smelled so good. I sat down and began devouring the meal.

  “This is yummy,” I said, cheeks stuffed with the buttery, sweet tasting pancakes.

  “Thanks.” He winked at me again. “It's my secret recipe. A SEAL buddy of mine gave it to me and said he'd have to kill me if I told you how to make it.”

  It was so ridiculous that I had to laugh. A dark eyebrow went up teasingly. “Do you want to know what it is?”

  I giggled, enjoying this side of him, playful and sexy at the same time. “Isn't he going to kill you if you tell?”

  He arched his eyebrows at me. “I like to live dangerously.”

  Laughter bubbled up in my throat again and I had to cover my mouth or else spray him with the bits of pancake. Which would be a complete waste of the delicious food because with the syrup, they tasted so good, better than melt-in-your-mouth.

  “This is delicious, thank you for cooking,” I said sincerely. “I've never had real maple syrup before.”

  “Seriously?” He looked at me like I'd been missing oxygen or the internet all this time. “Fuck, have some more. It's the best damn thing about eating pancakes, in my opinion.” Mason crunched a piece of bacon between his teeth and watched me with a soft smile that made me feel delicate and squishy inside, like what we were sharing was more than just the morning after casual sex.

  But was that wrong?

  It didn't make sense, the way he was treating me, so tender and sweet, when he was the one who insisted that what he had could be nothing but casual and disposable. I was completely confused. But while it lasted, I wasn't going to complain. Especially not since it came with super hot sex and food. Pure heaven.

  I grinned at him across the breakfast table. He looked so good with his chest bare in the kitchen, much more intimate than when I'd seen him at the pool and wearing much less than he was now. I swung my leg under the table, so happy I could just squeal and clap my hands like a baby. A swing of foot accidentally brushed his.

  I blushed and apologized, hoping he wouldn't think I was trying to play footsie with him. But he only shrugged it off.

  “I had my dick in your mouth this morning, doll face. Your little foot touching my leg isn't going to piss me off.”

  Well, when he put it that way...

  Smiling, I nibbled on my lip then went back to eating his yummy food.

  The syrup really was good and I couldn't stop pouring it all over my pancakes, even on my bacon. “God, this is so tasty!” I told him for the millionth time. When I had a good job from getting my MBA, I was totally going to buy real maple syrup every week. None of that fake flavoring stuff for me anymore.

  Mason looked at me, smirking.

  “It is!” I insisted.

  I licked some of the syrup from my fingers and couldn't help but notice how the SEAL’s eyes lingered on my mouth and fingers while I did it.

  “You keep that up and you're gonna get fucked again,” he finally said. “Daddy’s gonna get you some special man syrup, and you’re gonna drink every drop.”

  I giggled at him with a sweet smile. “You say that like it's a bad thing.”

  I was still sore, so it wasn't like he didn't know what he was talking about. And the big man knew too.

  Mason finished his last bite of bacon, his bright blue eyes going darker as he watched me. “That sounds like a challenge, doll face.”

  “Well…” I slid my thumb across my plate and into the small river of syrup there. Slowly I lifted my finger to my mouth and licked it, making sure to get every smear of syrup from my skin, sucking hard on it like I'd done when I'd tasted his penis earlier that morning.

  “Oh, doll face...” He pushed away from the table. “When I popped your cherry, I had no idea you'd be so insatiable.” Mason grinned. “Lucky me.”

  He dragged me to my feet, a devilish smile deepening the lines around his eyes, the look on his face hot enough to make me melt where I stood. Under my dress, I was already wet and swollen for him. I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs since, and aside from my dress and bra, I was otherwise naked. Mason had torn my panties off last night and thrown them God knew where.

  But instead of leading me to the bedroom, he pushed me to the cold floor only a few feet from the dining table. I yelped when the cool tiles pressed into my bare butt. He grabbed the maple syrup.

  “Shit, what the fuck is up with this dress?”

  And in one fell swoop, it was completely torn off.

  I shrieked.

  “But that’s the only one I have! What am I gonna wear home?” I protested.

  “I'll lend you something,” he ground out, kissing me again. “Get on your hands and knees.”

  Oh god, again? So soon, again? But I couldn’t say no. I belong to Mason, and moving of its own volition, my curvy frame arranged itself as he asked.

  He was probably gonna drag his pajama pants down and shove his penis into me, which made me sizzle inside. I was wet enough that he would just slide right in and it probably wouldn’t hurt, at least not that much. But even if it did hurt, the pain was so good that it made me want him even more. It was confusing, the way the sting made the other stuff feel good. The tingling between my legs grew even stronger and more juices smeared my thighs. Already breathing fast, I spread my legs in anticipation, showing him my all.

  “Good girl,” he grunted approvingly.

  Then he pinched my butt. I yelped and looked at him over my shoulder.

  “Eyes front, doll face. Ass up.”

  I snapped my eyes forward and dropped down to my elbows, gaze focused on the kitchen window. His apartment was on the second floor so no one would be able to see him about to take me, wouldn't see me spread out like a girl dog waiting for a juicy bone.

  But then something warm dribbling between my butt cheeks. I gasped and my vagina pulsed.

  Lube? When did he have time to--! I yelped in both pleasure and surprise at the feel of his mouth on my butt. A lick then a soft bite, his tongue slipping closer and closer to the crack of butt. I held my breath.

  Was he going to...? Going to...? Right there? No!

  I whipped around to look but a slap on my butt cheeks quickly corrected me and spun me back around to face the window once more. Even with that momentary punishment, Mason didn't stop the movement of his mouth on me. He rained kisses on my ass, on each cheek, then between again. His nose nudged between my butt crack. His hot breath singed me.

  I moaned helplessly, the feeling of his beard-roughened face on my soft butt, his tongue, his tongue... Groaning, I pushed back into him.

  This was—I couldn't—Oh my God!

  His name sobbed from my wide open mouth and I felt my eyelashes fluttering like mad. Helplessly, I pushed
my butt back into his face again, although it was too forbidden, too dirty. But God, it felt so good! Shivers wracked my frame with each movement of his mouth on me. His tongue slid lower, sliding in whatever he had poured over me.

  Maple syrup.

  I smelled it now. The hot and sweet scent as it mixed with my own smells, the perfume of my vagina getting juicy for him, the musk from my butt. I groaned.

  Oh God...what was he doing to me? Nothing in my whole life had ever prepared me for anything so good, so delicious, so fucking nasty.

  “Oh My GOD!!!”

  His mouth moved deeper between my cheeks and his tongue circled my butthole. Then it flicked inside, screwing into me with short jabs that drove me crazy.

  “Mason! Oh God, stop...” But I didn't want him to stop. If he stopped, I was going to die. I just knew it. “Please don't stop!”

  He didn't stop at all. Instead, he stretched me with his tongue, making slurping noises in the maple syrup he’d poured down all over my butt, his mouth lapping at me, stubble scraping between my tender cheeks, rough in a good way that made me scream.

  “Oh God...oh God...oh God!”

  I couldn't stop screaming his name then, grunting like an animal with each thrust of his tongue. His fingers worked my clit at the same time, pulling orgasm closer and closer.

  “Push your tongue deeper in me,” I begged with no shame. It felt so good. I wanted more. “Lick my—Lick my anus, Mason! Yes, oh yes…Just like that. Oh!”

  I wanted him to fuck me.

  That was the only word that made sense, the only word for what I needed him to do to me. I wanted him to fuck my ass, fuck my pussy, fuck me everywhere and make me cum hard. My body was shaking itself apart for him. Each stroke of his tongue on my hole was a small bomb destroying the old Sara from before.