Page 36 of Beautiful Disaster

“Make me come,” I say. It’s all become too much. I need to spill. I need to run. To hide.

“You got it.”

Mason sits up, pushes one of my legs back, and with his other hand, he starts stroking me. His hips roll with force, hitting me harder and faster. His eyes don’t leave mine, so I look away. Thank fuck it’s dark in here, except for the moon finally peeking through.

Between the stimulation on the inside and on my cock, I’m about to explode. I feel it coming, almost like impending doom. I never want this to end, but I’m desperate to escape. These warring thoughts are pissing me the fuck off.

Focus, Jinx!

My climax explodes out of me before I’m ready. Hot cum spatters my stomach and chest. I cry out, experiencing one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had. I cling to the bedsheets, my back arches, and my toes curl. Sweat beads on my skin, cooling me.

Once my body is limp and numb, Mason focuses on his own orgasm. Both of my legs are shoved back again, and he rails the hell out of me. I’m over-fucking-stimulated, and before my dick tries to get hard again, Mason shoots his load. I can feel the power and heat of it through the condom.

He throws back his head and his fingers claw the hell out of my legs. I’ll probably have bruises there.

When he’s finished, my world crashes around me. My hands rush to my face as a tidal wave of emotion pummels me, breaking my levee.

“Get out! Get off!” I yell, pushing against his chest, but he won’t fucking budge.

“Not this time, precious.”

“Stop calling me those things!”

Mason grabs my face, forcing it still. “No, because you are.”

“I’m fucking not!”

I try to wiggle my body away, but it’s hard when he won’t remove his hands.

“Please,” I say, resorting to begging.

“No. I did that last time, and I regret leaving you alone.”

“Please…”

Mason pulls out of me and walks away. He’s gone for a minute, and when I think he’s finally going to let me be alone, he returns. He sits on the edge of the bed, warm wetness grazing across my skin as he cleans the cum off.

A sob is bubbling to the surface, and I really wish he’d get the fuck out. I can’t. Not in front of him. I freaked out once. I don’t want to do it again. A scream bubbles up from deep inside, desperate to lash out at fucking something.

Strong fingers slide underneath my back and lift me, then strong arms wrap around me, holding me close. “It’s okay, precious.”

“Stop,” I say again, but there’s no more bark left in me.

“No. Let it out.”

“I… can’t.”

“You can. You’re safe here.”

My hands drop, my forehead pressed to his shoulder, as I shake my head. “I’m afraid.”

“I know.”

And I let go. Body and soul just let go in a rush. A dam bursts. Ruptures. The first sob escapes me, and he holds me tighter.

“You’re safe,” he says again, his voice barely a whisper. I feel it more than hear it.

I pull away and sniff, wiping my nose with my hand. But Mason’s prepared, handing me a box of tissues, as if he knew this would happen. He probably did.