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“Youbetter be ready because I know how to use what I’ve got,” he says.

I can’t tell whether it is arrogance or confidence, but I will soon be getting my answer.

Mason leads us to a room. I can see the massive bulge in his pants, and I begin to worry about the validity of his warning. I want to see how big he is. I want him to plunge into me with his huge cock until our bodies both become numb.

I am incredibly turned on. Mason isn’t just fucking hot and interesting. He knows how to kiss, and he’s quite skilled with his hands. He knows how to work me, and that isn’t an easy task for some guys. He has no insecurities as far as intimacy is concerned. I also love knowing just how turned on he is. It is so obvious.

I start thinking about the situation at hand. I am about to have sex with a man that I barely even know. All I really know about him is that he lives in a small mountain town and owns his own delivery service, and I consider the real possibility that he could have made that up. I don’t even know his last name. I don’t know much about him as a person, and I certainly don’t know what to expect once that bedroom door closes. I never have sex with strange men.

This time, the unknown doesn’t frighten me in the slightest. It feels totally right.

* * *

The door is locked,the lights are off, his hands are on my waist, and our lips are kissing nonstop. The foreplay is so good that neither of us is willing to pause it for even a second.

His phone starts going off all of a sudden, causing a short stream of light to shoot from his pocket. He pulls it out of his pocket and throws it down, frustrated. It doesn’t matter. I am beyond ready for him.

“Give me that cock, baby,” I say softly.

We begin tearing into each other like animals. We rip off each other’s clothes, making sure to massage and caress whatever is in our hands. I can just barely make out his impressive, muscular physique in the partial light in the room. His arms are built, and his legs are toned. I could have felt his arms and legs all night.

Once we are both fully naked, my hands are generally either behind his head, on his tight ass, pressed into his firm chest, or teasing his large, thick cock. His earlier backhanded boast is justified. His dick ishuge, and his balls are big and plump. My mouth salivates as I lean forwards to trail my tongue up that massive shaft.

“Oh my god,” I moan. “I love your taste.”

“Oh yeah?” he asks. “You think you can take all of me in that tight box of yours?”

I moan and nod a bit.

“I have to try. It’s my dearest wish.”

But before I can do anything more, he’s establishing his dominance. He grabs onto my hair and pulls my head back, ensuring that I am powerless and susceptible to him. He kisses my exposed throat. He kisses over to my neck, licking and sucking on it so good that I have to moan every few seconds. His hands play with my breasts while his mouth lingers near my ears.

He pushes me back onto the bed, kissing down my body after I land on my back. He leaves no inch of my body untouched by his hungry mouth or hands.

Initially, I am perplexed by what he is going to do. A lot of guys don’t even think to consider going down on a woman, but this isn’t any regular guy. I knew he was different from the moment I laid eyes on him at the bar.

He makes a trail of kisses from my belly button down to my tight, drenched cunt. I feel his chiseled chin as it glides down my stomach and his stubble lightly scratching my skin as it gets closer.

He gently runs his tongue along my walls and my clit.

“You’re delicious,” he mutters. “And so wet.”

“You’ve had me wet since we were at the bar.”

He goes from slow and steady, to engorging himself. He feasts on my sex, consuming my lubricant like it is critical to life and licking my clit with a fervor that it has never witnessed from another man. He issogood with his tongue.

I am breathing heavily and moaning consistently from the time we got in the cab till then, but I am in new territory when the tip of his tongue finds my G-spot. I instantly tighten, coming hard and coming fast.

I am screaming as loud as my voice allows. I am in sheer bliss, reveling in my carnal delight. I have never come so fast in my entire life. This mountain man isn’t just good, he is an expert. I don’t care how loud I am; part of me wants the world to know just how good I feel. I wonder if Emma and Luke are engaging in shenanigans of their own.

“Wow, you are fuckinggoodat that,” I say, patting him on the head. “Okay. I’ll admit. I wasn’t ready for that atall. Fuck.”

“That was so fucking hot,” he says with his thick boner in his hand. “You are so goddamn sexy, you know that?”

“I like to think that I am,” I say in between breaths.

“You taste really good, sugar,” says Mason. “I almost came just listening to you moan like that. You’re really something else.”