I woke up with his c**k already inside me.
Mason had me on my stomach, one hand fisted in my hair, the other shoving my hips up so he could sink deeper into the mess he’d left overnight. I was sore, swollen, leaking around him before he even started to move. He didn’t ask. He just f****d me slow and mean, grinding through the c*m still plugged in my cunt, until I was gasping into the pillow and pushing back for more.
“Morning,” he said against my shoulder. “Hold still. I’m adding another one before they get here.”
He reached under, rubbed my c**t rough and fast, and I came with a muffled sob, clenching hard around him. He groaned, pace breaking, and buried himself to the root when he finished, pulsing hot and thick, flooding me again while he held me down and made sure I took every drop
