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Brittany Ann
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February 18 - February 22, 2025
“Regina George?” she questioned, laughing still. That stupid movie. “Didn’t watch the movie, Harm. Too busy kissing you to give a fuck about anything else,”
“You’re beautiful, Mase,” she whispered, her raspy voice thick with need. Fuck me.
“Gonna kill me, Harmony,” I muttered, sliding into bed. I held the phone above me, folding my opposite arm behind my head. “I like your bed, Mase.”
“That’s good to hear, cause it’s where you belong,” I noted.
She was aroused. At the sight of me. “Harm—” “Distract me. Please, Mase,”
“What do you want, Harmony?” “I…”
“Told you not to hide from me. Those blues stay on me when we’re talkin’.” She looked up at me and whispered, “I want to feel good.” “Then roll on your back and let me do my job,”
“Mase,” she pleaded, “Do that again.” A low chuckle came from me. Such a dirty girl. “You like watching me fist my cock, Harm?”
“Let me see my little cunt,” I growled, stroking again. My eyes never left the screen as she slowly pulled the fabric aside, exposing my favorite shade of pink. Pure beauty. “A fucking masterpiece, you know that, don’t you?”
“You imagining me there with you?” I pressed, needing to hear her thoughts. “Yes!” “You feel my hand on your throat as I pound into you, stretching that little pussy?”
Her chest was red, as were her neck and face. She was drunk on pleasure, but my girl did as she was told. Her blues met mine, and slowly they descended the length of my body until they landed on my cock—I lost it.
“Sleep well, Little Song,” I whispered, ready to hang up the phone. That didn’t happen. Because Harmony, my obsession, whispered, “I love you, Mason.”
Knowing Mason was coming home, relief was trying to take over the panic, but my body wouldn’t allow it—the monster wouldn’t allow it. I ached to see him, though. I ached to see that fake smirk turn into a real, warm, devasting smile for me and only me. I ached to see the storm in his eyes, promising me protection no one else could give.
“Shit,” I groaned, burying my head in my hands. It was too soon for us to be saying that to each other. I knew he was in deep, like Billie said, but not that deep. I was in love with Mason Langston.
