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Brittany Ann
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October 3 - October 5, 2024
“Beautiful,” he groaned. “You like that?” “Yes, but…” “But what?” “I wish it was your fingers, Mase,”
“They’re mine, baby. I’m standing over you, stroking my little pussy, watching your body react to me.”
“Oh, God!” I cried. My hand squeezed my breast, and I moved my fingers faster and harder. It wasn’t going to take me long. Finally. “My little song, singing for me,” he growled. “She is going to come for me, right on my fingers. Move your hips, Harm. Fuck my hand like good girl.”
“Gorgeous,” he called softly. “Yes?” I whimpered, nearing the peak. I was so close—so damn close. “Be my filthy girl and come for me,” he whispered.
“Mase, Mase, oh God, Mase! Yes!” “Fuck,” he growled.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced, and I didn’t even see it,” he admitted.
“Thank you. Thank you so much, Mason.”
“Harmony.”
“Harmony,”
“Yes?” I whispered, a single tear sliding down the side of my head. “You don’t thank me for what you just gave me, do you understand?” he growled.
“That was a gift,” he told me, his voice thick. “I should be th...
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She’s here to support you, sweet boy.
“Don’t push me, baby,” he growled. “But—” His fingers tightened, digging into the cotton of my dress, providing a delicious pressure. “Shut that pretty mouth before I fuck it,”
“I got you out of there because the second I saw you; I knew this wasn’t a fucking game. Not anymore—never has been to me, Harmony. You’re healing, and, darlin’, I respect that, I really do. You need space. You need a man who’s patient with you. You need a gentle man, one who will take you slow and sweet. I’m not slow and sweet. I’m hard and fast. I don’t make love—never have. I fuck. Hard.”
“Rode a monster tonight to get my eight seconds of peace—of silence. Didn’t get that, baby. I got your voice; it was the only thing I could hear as that fucker tried to throw me off. When it was all over, I looked up and saw you there—here—watching me.”
“Had to get you out of there because if didn’t, I was gonna fuck you in front of those cowboys. Those undeserving sons of bitches shouldn’t see beauty like yours.”
“You wear that dress for me, darlin’?”
“You wear those Docs for you?”
“Turns me on so much that you don’t try to change yourself for me, Harmony,”
“Fucking killin’ me, baby, you know that?” “Mason—” “You gonna let me fuck you on the back of my truck wearing that dress?” he clipped. My heart stopped, my lips parting at his words. “Fuck me?”
“You gonna let me fill you, Harmony? Or do I have to fuck my hand again tonight?” Oh, God. The desire in my body intensified, my core slick as my clit throbbed, begging for his touch.
“You wanna know why your body reacts this way to me?”
“Did you just—oh!” His fingers were on me.
“Because you belong to me,” he hissed, dropping his finger down and pushing inside me.
“Quiet, Little Song,”
“Such a wet girl, aren’t you?”
“That’s it,” he murmured, grinning at me. “Such a good girl.” My eyes fluttered closed at his words, his beauty too much for me, and then I felt his lips brush against my ear, his breath caressing my skin. “This cunt is mine, do you understand me?” I whimpered at the filth in his words as he began to finger-fuck me faster—harder. Yes. Oh, yes. My hips lifted slightly, giving him more. I needed this. I needed him.
“Wanna hold you down while I fuck my little pussy, baby. You gonna let me do that?” His fingers pull out and then they were on my clit. “Mase,” I pleaded, my voice raspier than usual—damn near trembling—as he began to rub in circles. “Yes or no?” he pressed as his fingers stilled against me.
“Mason, what—" “Look at me,” he barked.
“Let’s get one thing clear, right the fuck now; I am the only one for you. Do you understand? That fucker—the one who hurt my little song—he doesn’t get this. He isn’t between you and me, Harmony,” he growled. “You don’t talk about any other men when you are with me, not like this. Not when you are spread open for me like a damn goddess, willing to give me something precious.”
“You belong to me now, darlin’,” he hissed, releasing me. I felt the tip of his cock press against my entrance. “Say it,” he spat, leaning over me, his hand going to my throat. I couldn’t focus on his words, only on the heat of his hard cock against my core, ready to claim me.
“Not fucking you until you say it, Harm.”
“I’m yours, Mase.” It was barely a whisper,
“God ain’t here, baby. If you wanted God, you should’ve stayed away from cowboys,”
“Ironic, seeing as how your wet little pussy is the closest thing to heaven I’ve ever fucking felt.”
“Mine.” “Yes,” I groaned, trying to move. His hand slapped my cheek from underneath again, harder this time. “Brace yourself, Little Song.”
“Look at you. Fuck, look at you,”
“My good little whore gonna come for me already? Huh? She gonna soak my cock?” he asked roughly. Whore. His whore. Only his. “Mase!” I gasped.
“You feel so fucking good, baby. This tight pussy is gripping me so hard, not wanting me to leave.”
“Filthy girl. Can’t get enough, can you, Harm?”
“You had to call and play with your needy little cunt for me, didn’t you? Wanted to tease me, show me what I left behind, how badly you wanted my cock,”
“That’s how badly you wanted me, isn’t that right?”
“You gonna give me what I want?” he demanded, his voice rough, deeper than ever before. “Always,” I whispered.
“Milk my dick, Harmony. Give me it to me,” he growled. He pulled out, slammed into me once more, and I was gone.
“Harmony! Jesus, Harmony.” I felt him swell inside of me as his fingers flexed against my hip. Bliss.
“Darlin’, no offense, but you just took my cock, milked it like it was your fucking purpose in life, and told me I was yours. You’re staying with me tonight,”
“That wasn’t very nice,” she noted. No, it wasn’t, but she was pissing me off. “You want nice, then you get your ass in my fucking bed. You don’t, and I’m going to be an asshole. Laid it out for you, baby,”
“Do you honestly think I would take you and leave you?” I spat. “I’m not that kind of man.” Not with you, my precious Harmony. “I haven’t slept with a man in six years,” she blurted, her eyes going wide. She didn’t mean to tell me that. A slip up. My features softened, my red-hot anger dimming a bit. “Know it’s been a while, darlin’. You told me that.”
“No, you misunderstand me. I’ve been sleeping alone for the last six years. I don’t—I don’t know if I will—”
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Harmony. You are the one in control here, not me. You don’t want to sleep together, then I’ll take the couch. Regardless, I want you with me tonight—in this room.”
