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  “I’m coming! Oh fuck! Mason! I’m coming! I’m coming!”

  I growl into her, and when she explodes for me, her pussy floods my tongue with her honey. I grunt and drink down every drop, tonguing her clit from one climax to another, until she’s gasping for air and curling into herself.

  I pull away with a chuckle, kissing down her thighs and over the left cheek of her ass as she collapses into a ball. She’s laughing and half sobbing in pleasure, and she looks up at me with this wild look in her eyes.

  “Okay what the fuck was that?”

  I grin. “Who, me?”

  “There’s no fucking way you should be that good at that,” she giggles, shaking her head. “No fucking way. That should be illegal.”

  “Well then I’d just have to break the law,” I growl, biting her ass and making her squeal and giggle. “Cause there’s no way I’m gonna stop tasting that sweet little pussy now that I’ve gotten a taste.”

  “No?” she purrs. “How about you just take a break then.”

  I sigh. “Do I have to?”

  Layla giggles, and suddenly pounces on me, I fall back across her bed, and she crawls up on top of me. She curls her fingers around my fat cock, and I groan as she strokes me. She’s on her knees between my legs, and she looks up at me coyly.

  “No, but then I wouldn’t get a chance to do this, now would I?”

  Her eyes stay locked right on me, and she lowers her mouth. Her lips slip over my swollen crown, and I groan in pleasure.

  “Oh shit,” I hiss. My hand snakes down and into her hair, tangling in her locks. Layla whimpers and slurps loudly on my cock. Her soft little tongue teases across my underside, and my jaw goes slack.

  Holy. Shit.

  Her eyes lock on mine, and she gives me this sultry, smoldering look as she slips down to tongue my balls. She dances her tongue across them and then slowly licks up every inch of me before swallowing my crown back into her wet little mouth. It is without question, without competition, the greatest head in the history of getting head, and my mind is fucking blown.

  With a groan though, I pull her up, and she grins wickedly.

  “Aww, too much for you?” she teases

  I growl, my eyes flashing. “Nope, I just can’t wait another fuckins second to be back deep inside that pretty little pussy.”

  She blushes, and her eyes spark. My hands grip her tight and I manhandle her on top of me, and she coos softly with her knees to either side of my muscled hips.

  “You want more, huh?”

  “Layla, I’ve wanted every bit of you since the second I saw you. So yeah, baby,” I groan, leaning up and sliding my hand into her hair. I crush my lips to hers, and she moans eagerly into me as I center my swollen head against her lips. She whimpers into my kiss, and I pull her down just enough to squeeze the head inside her tight cunt.

  “Yeah,” I hiss. “Hell yeah, I want fucking more.”

  I grab her ass and slide her down every goddamn inch of me. Layla moans wildly, and her little pussy ripples and clenches so damn tight around my shaft. She cups my jaw and kisses me deeply as she slides up and then drops back down. Her ass flexes in my hands, and my cock throbs so fucking hard inside of her.

  She starts to ride me, just like I’ve dreamed of a million times. Her impossibly tight, silky little cunt slips up and down, up and down, squeezing the cum from my balls. My hand slides up into her hair, and I tug her head back enough to make her gasp and whimper. My teeth rake over her neck, and my lips leave marks, branding her as mine.

  Layla starts to fucking ride my cock. She bounces up and down, and when she shoves my chest, I lay back with a snarl to watch this angel take control. Her hips roll, and her nails rake over my chest. My abs clench, my balls swell with cum, and I pound up into her. We’re racing for a fucking cliff’s edge, and there’s no brakes, and I can’t fucking wait to crash over the side with her.

  Our bodies slam together, her pussy clenches so tight around me, and her head falls back in ecstasy. I bounce her up and down, thrusting deep into her before suddenly, a broken cry tumbles from her lips.

  “Mason! Oh FUCK!”

  “Come for me,” I snarl. “Let me feel this hot little cunt come all over my fucking cock, baby.”

  She clenches, and suddenly, she’s exploding on top of me. The feel of her silky walls rippling up and down my length, and the feel of her sticky cum flooding my balls is too much. I roar, and my entire body clenches with the force of my orgasm. Cum pours out of my cock, flooding her little pussy until it drips out around where we join. I roll us, and I hiss as I just keep fucking her, pounding her into one more orgasm and making a goddamn mess of her cum-filled pussy.

  We slow, and I gently pull out of her. I roll onto my back, my chest heaving, and I pull her into me. Layla’s half laughing, half panting for air, and she buries that gorgeous smile in my chest, kissing my skin.

  “Fuck. Me,” she giggles.

  “Again?”

  She groans. “Jesus, I’ve creative a monster.”

  “Yeah, but I’m your monster,” I chuckle.

  She looks up at me, beaming. “All mine, huh? Lucky me. Except I think I’m going to have to start doing cardio to keep up with you.” She sighs. “You know, cause I’m old.”

  “Oh, right, yeah. Ancient,” I tease with a grin.

  She makes a face and flips me off, and I roar with laughter and pull her closer to kiss her pouting lips.

  A pounding noise brings us jerking apart. I frown and sit up in the bed, and then I hear it again. This time, I look at Layla, and we both know what it is.

  “Is that your front door?”

  She nods, looking confused. “Yeah, but who the fuck is pounding on it?”

  I slide out of her bed and walk to the window. I can’t see the front door, but I can get just enough of a glimpse to see a pair of men’s shoes and jeans. The guy pounds again, and then he steps back off the front porch to glare up at the house. He can’t see me, but I sure as fuck can see him.

  It’s Jeremy, her fucking ex.

  My lips curl in a snarl as the fucker cups his hands and starts yelling.

  “Layla! Layla, you bitch! Open the fucking door!”

  She gasps behind me.

  “Is that…”

  I turn, and her face is white.

  “Is that Jeremy?”

  I nod, and she swallows. She pulls the sheets up over her and sits up, hugging her knees. The fact that he’s here pisses me off. That he’s scaring her makes me want to bury him.

  “Let me take care of this,” I growl.

  She looks up sharply and shakes her head. “What? No,” she shivers. “No, God no. That would definitely make this worse.”

  I frown. “Embarrassed by me?”

  Layla looks up sharply, and she suddenly jumps out of bed and slides right into my arms.

  “No,” she hisses sharply, her eyes locked with mine. “No, Mason, I’m not. Not at all.” She sighs. “But I just don’t think you answering my door naked would defuse the situation?”

  I grin a lopsided smile and nod. “Fair enough.” My smiles fades into a frown. “But I’m staying close. And if he tries anything, I can’t promise I won’t knock his fucking teeth out.”

  She grins hungrily and rakes her teeth over her lip. Her eyes flash mischievously, and I smile curiously.

  “Now what’s that about?”

  “That,” she purrs. “Is this whole alpha protector thing really turning me on right now,” she says huskily.

  “Then how about we get rid of this asshole and hop back into bed.”

  “I think that’s a fantastic idea.”

  Chapter Ten

  Mason

  It’s not until she’s halfway down the stairs to answer the douchebag at the door that I realize one little problem. I have every intention of being close, just in case Jeremy tries anything, or if he won’t leave. But my swimsuit is still outside by the pool. But, fuck it. I grab a towel from her bathroom, wrap it around my
waist, and jog down the back staircase.

  I make my way through the house to the living room next to the front door. Layla looks at me with her hand on the knob, and I nod.

  “Just in case,” I growl. “I won’t intervene unless he crosses the line.”

  She nods. “Thank you.” She’s wrapped in a robe, and she takes a breath, scowls, and yanks the door open.

  “Fucking finally,” I hear Jeremy snarl. Fuck, that alone makes me want to knock his teeth in. But as much as I hate it, I force myself to remember that I can’t just step into Layla’s business.

  Try anything, asshole, I think to myself. Give me one reason, and you’re fucked.

  Layla sighs, her lips pursed tight.

  “What do you want, Jeremy?”

  “You’re not answering my fucking calls.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Are you still calling to complain about the prenup being ‘biased’?”

  Jeremy swears. “Goddamn right I have been.”

  “Jeremy, prenups are biased, by definition. Deal with it.”

  “Nah, fuck that. You built your business with my help!”

  “No,” she snaps. “I built my business in spite of you.”

  “Listen you fucking—” I almost lunge out for him, but he stops. I hear him grunt, and I can see Layla frowning.

  “What?”

  “What?” he grunts. “You seeing someone, Layla?”

  She wrinkles her nose. “That’s none of your goddamn business.”

  “The fuck it isn’t,” he growls. “Dressed like that?”

  “I was about to take a shower.”

  “Yeah? With your hair all messed up like that?”

  “Get the fuck off my property, Jeremy.”

  “Your neck? You gonna tell me those aren’t marks from some fucking guy on your neck?”

  “Jeremy,” she says coldly. “It is none of your business what I do or who I see. Especially since you stuck your pathetic excuse for a dick into everything that would let you when we were married. So, for the last fucking time, please fuck off—”

  “Fucking cunt.”

  Layla gasps as Jeremy shoves her back and storms into the house. He goes to grab her, but I hit him from the side like a fucking truck. The fuck-head grunts and goes stumbling sideways to land on his ass. I snarl, and he looks up at me half in terror and half in confusion.

  “Who the fuck is this!?” he bellows.

  “Mason,” I snarl. “And it’s time for you to leave.”

  Jeremy peers at me, and then blinks. “Wait, shit, the little kid from next door?”

  I roll my eyes. “Do I look like a little kid?”

  His eyes narrow, and he sneers. “Hang the fuck on!” he roars. “Is this who you’re fucking? You’re fucking the kid next door?” He laughs. “You seriously getting humped by baby-dick over here?”

  “She asked you to leave nicely. I’m not going to be so polite,” I say thinly.

  Jeremy laughs. “Sit this one out, junior. The adults need to talk.” He gets to his feet and starts to move for her. But I step in front of him. I’ve got six inches on the guy, and easily twice the muscle mass, but that doesn’t stop him from jabbing a finger into my chest.

  “Get the fuck out of my way, boy.”

  “I’m counting to three, and then I’m literally throwing you out of this house,” I hiss quietly.

  Jeremy starts to laugh. “You got a little crush, kid? That it? You think because desperate housewife over here is bored and all used up and decided to throw you a pity fuck, that she fuckin likes you or something?”

  I smirk and shrug. “I don’t know, dipshit. Is it a crush when I just made her come more times today than you did probably ever?”

  Jeremy’s face darkens. He snarls and goes to shove me, but I shove him right back. He whirls, but suddenly, he’s spinning back to me with something in his hands. Layla screams, and I grunt just as the lamp from the side table crashes into me and sends me sprawling. I blink black spots, my ears ringing and something hot dripping down the side of my head. I look up through my daze to see Jeremy lunging at her, and one hand gets to her neck before I’m up and roaring like a goddamn lion.

  Jeremy screeches when I grab him by the neck with both hands and yank him back from her. I slam him to the ground, grab his collar and his belt, and I physically haul him right out the front door. The guys kicks at me, but I throw him down the front porch steps in a heap and roar as I thunder after him.

  He lunges to his feet and throws a haymaker swing at me, but I dodge, throw my own punch, and catch him right in the fucking mouth, sending him sprawling. Jeremy looks stunned as I loom over him, my teeth bared.

  “This is done!” I roar. “It’s over, shithead. She asked you to go, and I’m telling you to.”

  Jeremy spits blood and leers up at me. “What are you, her fuckin’ boyfriend?”

  “It doesn’t matter what I am,” I growl. “But it does matter what you aren’t, and that’s anything to do with her.”

  “Fuck—”

  “Somehow,” I roar, shoving him back down. “You had a shot with this woman, which you fucked up. Royally.”

  I laugh bitterly, shaking my head.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, man, I can’t even wrap my head around how bad you fucked up. She deserves better than you.”

  “Oh, like you?” Jeremy spits.

  “Yes.”

  Layla comes up behind me, and when her hand finds mine and her fingers twist with mine, I grin.

  “Yes, like him, Jeremy,” she hisses.

  Jeremy tries to get to his feet again with a swear, but I knock his ass back down. He groans and shuffles back to get to his feet, wavering slightly as he jabs a finger at me and sneers.

  “This ain’t over, kid.”

  “It definitely is,” I growl. “Now fuck off and disappear.”

  He starts to turn, when Layla steps forward.

  “Oh, and Jeremy?”

  He turns back, and I blink in shock when Layla yanks my towel off. It’s not like I’m erect or anything, but, I’m a grower and a shower, I guess you could say, and my cock is hanging heavy and thick looking between my legs. Jeremy stares at my dick, which, granted, is a weird experience. But the look of shock and awkwardness on his face is completely worth it and being buck-naked in Layla’s front yard.

  “Is this the baby-dick you were worried about?”

  Jeremy swallows, and his face goes white. He looks like he desperately wants to stop looking at my dick, but he can’t.

  “And just so we’re clear,” she smiles sweetly. “It is ‘humping’ me, and, baby? Believe me, I have never once been ‘humped’ like he does it.”

  Jeremy finally pulls his eyes away and glares at her. But the fight is gone in him, and he looks deflated.

  “This shit isn’t over,” he mumbles.

  I shrug and smile. “Yeah, Jeremy, it really is.”

  He swallows, glares at me once more, and then turns and slinks back down the driveway. When he’s gone, we both just start to laugh before Layla gasps and brings a hand to her mouth.

  “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!”

  I chuckle and reach for my towel. “Don’t be.”

  “I totally just exposed you like that! That was so not cool!”

  I grin. “Seemed to shut Jeremy up.”

  “Yeah, probably because your big toe is bigger than Jeremy’s dick.”

  I grin wider, wrap the towel around my waist again, and then pull her close. She hesitates for one second, glancing around.

  “Wait, the neighbors…”

  I shrug. “Do you honestly give a shit about the neighbors seeing us?”

  She frowns and shakes her head. “You know, no, I don’t.”

  I laugh. “I mean they just saw my cock, so, can’t imagine us holding hands and kissing is going to violate any decency laws.”

  She beams up at me, grabs my waist, and then leans up to kiss me softly on the lips.

  “Sorry,” she murmurs. “T
hat whole thing didn’t really go as planned.” She frowns. “Well, there was no plan, but that could have gone a little better.”

  “Yeah, well, it’s over,” I shrug and then grin. “Plus, I’ve wanted to punch that fuckhead in the mouth ever since I met him.”

  “I wish you had sooner,” she giggles.

  I smile and lean down to kiss her again. “You know what I think?”

  “What?”

  “I think you need to get that ass back inside, back upstairs, and on all fours on your bed, right now.”

  Something sparks in Layla’s eyes, and she rakes her teeth over her lip.

  “Oh is that what you think?”

  “Layla,” I growl. “Get your ass inside, undressed, and on that bed, right fucking now.”

  “Oh I like growly Mason,” she whispers heatedly, grinning at me. “I like growly Mason a lot. But you’re not too worn out?”

  “With you?”

  She shrieks as I scoop her into my arms and start marching for the house. “Fuck no.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Layla

  My entire body tingles, and I’m grinning like a complete idiot with my head against his chest.

  Holy. Fuck.

  I’ve never once had sex like the sex I’m having with Mason—not even freaking close. It’s like he makes every single cell in my body orgasm at once—like he’s not only deeper inside of me physically than anything I’ve ever known, but like he’s deeper inside my head than anything else, too.

  I groan and roll into him, and when I look to see him grinning at me back, I giggle.

  “What?”

  “You,” he growls. “I just can’t believe you’re fucking real.”

  I giggle. “What? What do you mean?”

  “I mean you’ve legitimately been my fantasy girl since high school, Layla.”