I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt Mason’s thick fingers stretching me open, heard his low, filthy voice calling me a desperate little slut. My p***y stayed wet and aching, constantly leaking onto the expensive sheets. I changed my panties twice before dawn.
The next morning, I tried to act normal. I wore a modest white sundress that reached mid-thigh, hoping it would help me feel more in control. But the moment I stepped into the kitchen for breakfast, Mason was already there. Shirtless.
Sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, showing the deep V-lines that led to his massive bulge. He looked up from his coffee, his grey eyes immediately locking onto my breasts, then slowly dragging down to my legs.
"Morning, Skyler," he said casually, but his voice w
