Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male: BWWM Romance (12 page)

He started moving his tongue faster and faster. Then he sucked me, and I exploded…hard. I have never in my life come that hard. I couldn’t grab anything that would help me get through my climax, and that made another one come right after. I mean, he was eating the hell out of me, and I had no control.

I screamed his name over and over again, as I came apart on his face. I was weakening, and he gently brought me back down and met my lips on the way. I tasted myself on his lips. ‘Oh, my God. This man is going to destroy me.’

He kept my legs around his waist, and I felt him move up the stairs without removing his lips from mine. He finally laid me down in a very large king-size bed with posts on all four sides. He walked to his drawer, pulled out a box of condoms, and threw them on the bed next to me.

“I can’t wait to feel you, baby.”

He climbed on the bed, and I frowned.

“Lose the pants, Mace,” I told him.

He smiled at me.

“Don’t worry, angel. I intend to.”

He pulled down his pants and unleashed the biggest erection I have ever laid my somewhat-experienced eyes on. I bit my bottom lip as he climbed my body and rested his weight on me. I widened my legs to fit him in between me. I found his lips on me again. He did exactly what he said he would do and ran his lips and tongue all over my body. I was dying with want. I moaned in frustration, which only made him chuckle.

“Damn it, Mason. If you don’t come up here and fuck me,”

He smiled against my stomach and looked up at me.

“You think you’re ready for me then?”

“Fuck no. I don’t believe that thing will fit. But you’re driving me crazy.”

He chuckled again, and I really thought I would kill him.

“Am I teasing you, baby?”

Hot damn, his voice is doing all kinds of things to me.

“Yes,” I replied, trying not to sound whiny.

Something then changed in his eyes. He climbed back up to me and reached for the condom box. He pulled out a condom and brought it to my lips. I bit down on the wrapper, so he could tear it open. He rolled the condom on and moved down in between my legs to where I felt the tip close to my slit. I reached down and grabbed his ass and pulled. He chuckled again against my neck.

“So eager, angel.”

He thrust in me slowly, and I inhaled deeply.

“Holy shit,” I choked out as he pulled almost completely out and then slid back into me.

“Damn, baby. You feel so fucking good.”

He pulled my legs around his waist and somehow moved deeper inside me. I felt my release building already. I think he felt me tighten around him as he started to move faster.

“Yes, baby. Come on. Give it to me again.”

Just his fucking voice undid me again, as my release overwhelmed me. His slow pace and deep penetration were driving me deeper and deeper into the bed. He was controlled and knew exactly how to make me feel good. He touched every part of me. Once he felt me coming over the edge again, he picked up his pace.

“Oh my God, Mace,” I screamed out.

“Yeah, baby.”

He brought his forehead against mine and reached to entwine his fingers with mine as he moved his hips expertly. I came again, and he moved my legs to his shoulder for an even deeper feeling that made me move back from him. He gripped my hips.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I laughed nervously.

“What are you doing to me?”

He smiled at me.

“Anything I want,” he then growled at me and started pounding into me.

The speed in which he was going, and how deep he was, was fucking amazing. He found and hit my g-spot over and over again.

“I’m going to ruin you so no one else will ever make you feel the way that I do. My dick is going to be all you think about. I’ll guarantee that.”

He scared the hell out of me when he said that. My body already craves him, but I’m afraid he’s already ruined me. But I told myself that I will make sure this is a two-way street. I grabbed his face and looked him in the eyes.

“I’ll guarantee to do the same to you.”

He closed his eyes and shivered before opening them and saying quietly, “God, I hope so.”

He started to move faster, and I kept my eyes on his as I felt my own release creeping up
again
.

Oh shit!
I started to smile.

“Harder, baby… Yesss!… Please, Mason?…Oh!…Fuck!”

I had the most intense climax I’ve had since the one I had downstairs. I was fucking seeing stars. He followed me shortly after, calling my name and placing his forehead against mine. We both were dripping with sweat, and I caressed his back as he sunk down on me. He shivered slightly, as I continued to rake my nails against his sculpted back and down to his tight ass and back up again.

He pulled out and walked into his bathroom. While he was gone, I took this time to close my eyes and try to understand what just happened. I just had the best sex of my existence. A few minutes later, I felt the bed dip with his weight, as he lay next to me. I opened my eyes to see him watching me closely.

“Are you admiring your work?” I teased.

He laughed and began to caress my chest, moving down between my breasts. Then he caressed my stomach. His touch caused me to shiver with want. I looked in his eyes and saw the same fire I was feeling. He leaned down and kissed me.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

He laughed and then deepened the kiss, making me lose my mind. And hell if we didn’t start all over again, with me taking over and getting on top. I grinded on his erection and made him groan as he moved underneath me in sync with me.

“My turn, big boy.”

I moved down and made myself familiar with the best-looking body I had seen, starting with his chest. I played with his nipples, as he grabbed my ass and squeezed.

“You’re teasing me, huh?”

“I’m only savoring your fantastic body, baby,” I told him and then smiled.

He put his arms behind his head and smiled up at me.

“Well, by all means, please carry on.” He grinned playfully.

I continued my assault until I reached his abs. I dragged my tongue down the center of his stomach, and I felt his hand go into my hair. I traveled down to his dick and started to pay him back for the perfect way he pleasured me downstairs.

“Shit, angel,” he whispered as I expertly licked the head of him.

I ran my tongue up and down his shaft slowly. Then I buried him as far as his length allowed. I hummed as I took him deep and began to please him the best way I knew how. He started to fuck my mouth, and I pulled him out.

I pressed my hands to his hips and said, “No, baby. Let me take care of you. You just lie back and enjoy.”

He looked at me surprised but only nodded. He moved up on his elbows, so he could see me give him the best head of his life. And I’m sure you’re asking yourself how I know it was the best. Of course, he told me it was the best over and over again. But also it was the way he gripped my hair and how he was fighting to thrust in my mouth, because he was so turned on he couldn’t keep still.

He was large and long, but I took as much as I could until he touched the back of my throat. I licked and sucked on the head, moved all over the shaft with my tongue. I sucked on him as if he was the best lollipop I had ever had in my life. Just hearing him moan with pleasure or tell me how much he’s going to make me pay for what I was doing to him made me do it more.

“Shit, baby. I’m gonna come in that gifted mouth of yours,” he said tightly.

I felt him trying to pull away, but I held him there. I stroked him as I sucked him off, and I felt then saw him come apart under me. It turned me on so much I almost came myself. I removed my mouth and licked my lips.

“Damn, baby.”

He sat up and pulled me close to him. I straddled him as he reached for another condom with one hand. With the other hand, he moved down between my legs and caressed me.

“You ready for me, baby? Yeah, you are. Shit, you’re wet as fuck.”

He put one finger in me, then two, and started to move in and out as he pulled me into a desperate kiss. I hugged him and moved against his fingers as he relentlessly finger fucked me.

“Come for me, baby. Give me what you owe me.”

I exploded in his hand, as he whispered more shit that, for the life of me, I couldn’t tell you. I just knew I liked it and felt my release coming again. I collapsed against him as I felt him working a condom on behind me. He then lifted me up, and I sank down on him slowly, just as I climaxed again.

“Oh, fuck!”

We moved slowly and in sync, as we kissed each other with the most passion I had ever felt for someone. We moved faster and faster, as I felt again my release coming. I swear I didn’t think he would last, but, damn, he did.

He moved me into so many positions; I wasn’t sure if my body would keep up. He was relentless and unforgiving. He pounded into me over and over again, saying sweet dirty things to me. Telling me how good I felt, how he was going to ruin me, how he wanted this every hour of every fucking day. I didn’t know how that would be possible, but I knew he would try his best to make that happen.

We fondled and fucked every inch of each other’s body until the sun rose in his room. And even after the light of the day filled the room, we kept going. I think he would have fucked me into the next morning if I didn’t finally collapse from exhaustion.

I don’t know when I passed out, but he fucked me silent. I don’t remember anything after he finally found his like eighth release.

I heard a buzzing sound, and I started to stir. I found myself lying in Mason’s arms, with my head resting in the crock of his neck. He caressed my arm that was stretched over his chest, groaned and blindly searched for the source of the buzzing.

Finally, he found it, and I felt his chest rise as he mumbled, “What?!”

I started to move away from him to give him space, but he tightened his grip on me. I mumbled in his neck that I had to use the restroom. He groaned again and reluctantly let me go.

“I’m here. What time is it?” he growled in the phone.

I closed the bathroom door and looked at myself. I looked totally and contently fucked. I then looked at the jetted bathtub through the mirror and suddenly felt the ache all through my body. I turned and stared at the bathtub, wondering if I even had the energy to get in that thing. I crossed my arms and heard the door open.

Mason walked in and appraised me up and down before he smirked. I noticed he was wearing boxer briefs and realized I was still naked. I looked in his eyes and saw the heat radiating through them. I shook my head.

“Fucking pervert.”

He laughed.

“No, I wasn’t laughing at you. Hold on a second,” he said into his phone.

Then he reached over the side of the bathtub and turned the water on. He walked up close to me, and I stood up straight. He smiled at me and ran his hand up the side of my waist. He kissed me chastely on the lips.

“There you go. Enjoy, baby. Then come downstairs. I’ll make you breakfast.”

He kissed my cheek. Then he left me to what was—quite frankly—a great-looking bath.

Forty-five minutes later, I made my way downstairs wearing just the t-shirt he left out for me on the bed. I made my way to the loud voices coming from the sitting area close to the kitchen. Mason was sitting behind a glass desk with a huge 20-something-inch screen in front of him. Multiple seemingly angry male voices were booming from a speaker that I didn’t see. Mason was wearing basketball shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. His arms were folded, and he was frowning at the screen. I started to turn back around. But he looked up, and suddenly the frown was gone completely. He stood and moved to me.

“How was your bath?”

“Mason, are you still there?”

He rolled his eyes and went back to his desk.

He touched a button and said, “Yeah, I can still hear you.”

He then turned back to me.

“Should I leave?” I asked quietly.

“Fuck, no. Here, I’ve made you an omelet with egg whites and cheese. Also, there is some toast.”

“Wow, thank you.” I looked over at his desk. “Are you sure you don’t want me to leave you to your business?”

I looked at him apprehensively, but he shook his head to dismiss my thoughts.

“No, angel. Sit right here and eat your breakfast. I’ll be done in a few minutes. Okay?”

He kissed my cheek again and then went around to his desk.

He pressed another button and sat there frowning again.

Finally, I heard him say, “Look, gentlemen. I understand what you’re saying. I really do. But I’m not changing my mind. I’m not co-signing on that. I don’t feel it’s a good investment.”

“You need to be reasonable here, Mason. We stand to make millions on this deal.”

“I’m already making millions. Buying this company isn’t going to make or break me.”

“Well, unfortunately, the rest of us aren’t making the millions you claim to be making. We need this deal.”