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pulled back and came to stand before me.
    His eyes never left mine as his fingers slid the zip of
his jeans and he released his hard thick cock into his hand. I watched eagerly
as he fisted himself and stroked his hand slowly up and down, torturing me with
his wicked self-pleasure.
    “Always so fucking greedy for my cock, my little
warrior.”
    “Yes,” I panted as sweat started to dampen my brow and
chest, a small trickle easing its way between my breasts as I continued to
watch Mason masturbate.
    He stood out of reach, his punishment for my behaviour as
my knees started to ache and my pussy moistened. His thumb swept across the
head of his cock, collecting the small amount of pre-cum before it dribbled
down the side of his shaft. He placed it on my bottom lip and dragged it
across, his eyes watching my face struggle with my restraint. “Taste me, taste
what you do to me.”
    I trailed the tip of my tongue over his residue and
moaned as his flavour burst into my senses, the unique tang only Mason produced
driving my lust higher and my need greater. “Please, Mason.”
    He tipped his head at me, “How did we go from fighting to
this?”
    He seemed sad and I frowned at him, “Because this is what
we do. This is how we work.”
    I watched his throat ripple but he eventually took a step
further into me until my tongue could reach the tip of him. “Not yet!” he
barked when I slid my tongue out.
    His hands slid into my hair and gripped tight, pulling my
face upright to him. “Tell me why you love me, you didn’t answer me earlier.”
    “Do we have to do this now?” I asked in frustration. What
was it with his need for reassurance every time his cock was out?
    “Yes Ava, we have to do this now” he answered sternly and
I sighed heavily.
    I knelt back on my heels and held his eyes, “I love your
strength, the way you fight for what you want with a determined resilience and
the way you become courageous and fearless where your family is concerned.”
    He remained passive, watching me closely as if reading my
eyes and deciphering the truth but his grip on my hair loosened marginally. Was
he really struggling that much?
    “I love your spirit, the essence of you. Although you
deal with some… dodgy stuff you still have your morals and principles.”
    He nodded, encouraging me to continue, “And?”
    “And I love this…” I leant forward and kissed the crown
of his cock bringing a smile to his previous seriousness. “I love what you do
to me with it. I love the taste of it.” I grinned as I stole a lick, “I love
how it feels when you’re deep inside me. I love to watch it disappear into my
mouth or a man’s arse, I love to watch your face when I give you pleasure with
it and I love how I can torment you with it.” He chuckled and shook his head in
humour.
    “But most of all I love the way you love me.” He gulped
and his face softened. “I love how your face lights up when you see me, either
a warm soft look in your eyes or a wicked glint. I love how you accept me and
all my faults. I love how you take care of me when I want to climb into a hole
and never come out and I love how much of yourself you give to me. I watch you
Mason, I know how… restrained you are with people, how you don’t allow them to
see you but I see you, I see how utterly beautiful you are inside and
how fucking amazing your heart is.”
    He dropped to his knees before me and cupped my face
softly, “I’m struggling, Ava.”
    I swallowed back my pain to let him release his. “I
know,” I whispered softly.
    “It’s not in me to sit back and watch something…
something evil and sordid break free. I can’t do that. I don’t want to hurt you
or George, or even Etta but I can’t see any other way. They’re just kids Ava,
some of them as young as fourteen. Think of Katie and if it was her.”
    I nodded. “It’s gonna hurt him so much Mason and I’m
frightened the tiny bit of thread holding you two together won’t