He leaned closer to my ear before whispering,
“Not now, my love.”
I could feel his fingers slowly moving closer to my wet p***y.
I was so wet the bed was starting to soak. The whole room smelled like it—like me.
He slid a finger in, still through my undies. I felt the fabric move with him and I wailed.
He pulled my undies off hurriedly.
Then he licked the surface of my p***y. Slowly, he rolled his tongue before slipping it inside. His tongue worked me clean.
He sucked, and I let out a soft whimper.
“Mason,” I moaned.
My hands reached out, gripping the mattress on both sides, fingers digging into the foam.
I couldn’t stop the sound anymore. I cried out, my voice breaking as his name spilled from my lips.
“MASON!” I screamed. The sound echoed, but I didn’t care. Whatever he was do
