Chapter Twenty-Five
Mason protected that massive cock of his with a condom, then I let him climb atop me.
I was all shaky and exhausted from orgasming already and I didn’t want to be on top when he first entered me. He was bigger than my usual order of fries, and with my luck, I would only end up hurting us both.
So I let Mason get atop me. I should have thought it through, perhaps, I should’ve considered what it would be like to have his big body on top of me; his warmth overwhelming me, his masculine scent penetrating me, his heaviness crushing down on me.
He drew me close as he prepared to enter me, gently nudging my thigh upwards with his right knee.
I was only vaguely aware of how my eyes were dilated and I was panting now, not in lust but in panic.
“Mason-Mason, stop!” I tried to croak out, but nothing came out of my throat. I was staring up at the dark ceiling now in blind fear as the flashbacks of being kidnapped assaulted me.
I slapped at his shoulder in a reaction that suddenly came instinctively to me.
Mason froze, I could feel his big body quivering with need above me.
Then he swiftly rolled off of me.
“Hey, what’s wrong? You okay?” He slurred, his hand running down the outside of my arm.
I slapped his hand away from me and instantly felt bad for it when I saw the look that crossed Mason’s face.
“I’m sorry.” We both said at the same time.
“I was wrong. I’m still not ready.” I told him. “I’m sorry.”
Then I ran from him.
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Mason felt like he might bust apart at the seams.
He needed a woman the way crops needed rain.
If he didn’t come inside someone soon, he was going to lose his damn mind.
He hadn’t taken any other woman to bed yet, besides his Annie. It was her he wanted, if he was to be honest with himself, and he wasn’t much for settling for substitutions.
But he also wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand to wait.