Mason took a moment to gather himself as he stared at Xenia. Her eyes moved around the room until they landed on Delilah, and she placed a hand on Delilah's cheek. Delilah cuddled against Xenia's hand, and jealousy rose in Mason so quickly he had to grip the table's edge to keep from moving to her. He could hear the wood splintering under his hand as he watched them. Delilah moved again, and he silently prayed she wouldn't wake up.
He had enough drama for the day and wanted nothing more than an outlet. An outlet consisted of him ripping every piece of clothing from Xenia's body, laying her on the bed, opening her thighs, and thrusting each long, thick inch of him inside her. That thought alone had his c**k hardening against his thigh. He wanted her attention all to himself, even though a
