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whispered, his tongue tracing the delicate shell of her ear.
    “How much older?” Was that her voice? All high and breathy?
    “I was nineteen. She was thirty-one.” Soft laughter brushed against her skin. “I guess you could say I’ve always had a thing for older women. They’re not needy, they know who they are and what they want. Confidence like that is a turn on.”
    He clasped her head in his hands. She felt him come closer until his lips pressed against hers, sipped from them as gently as his description of the fucking was hard.
    “Touch me,” he said in a soft voice. “That’s all I’m asking just touch me and let me touch you for the next twenty-four hours. Let me be with you the way I have in my dreams.”
    Desire, need and something a little softer had her giving in. “Just for the next day.” She conceded to the need burning like wildfire through her veins.
    She felt his nod against her skin. “Just until you throw me out.”
    Somewhere in her hidden heart she wondered if she did this, would she ever want to let him go? Not when he knew what she craved and promised to fulfill all her wildest sexual dreams.
    “Then, okay, we have a deal.” Her voice came out huskier than she liked, showing how little control remained.
    “Not yet we don’t.” He pushed her down into the deep cushions and laid his hard body against hers. “But we’re getting there.”
    He kissed her lips again, this time harder, the kiss filled with a kind of desperate yearning she’d never known.
    “Mason.” She breathed his name as she felt his fingers move beneath the slinky fabric of her dress. He pushed beneath the silk of her panties to fill his hand with the wet heat beneath.
    “You’re all wet for me, Courtney. It is all for me, right?” His fingers pushed through her drenched lips, gathering the slick cream there while his thumb rubbed teasing circles around her clit. So close, but never touching where she needed him the most.
    Courtney panted for him, fire blazing through her just from his simple erotic touch. How much more would she burn when he finally shoved his cock deep inside her?
    “I want to watch your mouth as I fuck it.”
    The words were meant to shock her. Instead they only ended up ratcheting up her desire.
    “I want to see those sweet pink lips wrapped around my cock as I pump into you, slowly at first, before I let you suck me in deep. Then when I can’t stand the teasing anymore I’ll take your mouth hard until you swallow every drop of my cum.”
    He pulled her dress up and lifted her hips until her only cover disappeared.
    Mason groaned. “Oh, honey, you have no idea the things I plan to do with this gorgeous body. I want to push your breasts together and fuck myself with them while you lick the tip of my cock.”
    She shivered, easily able to picture it in her mind.
    “That’s okay, Courtney, you don’t have to talk back, just yet. I’ve got enough words for both of us.”
    “Mason,” she gasped at his next action.
    His finger pierced inside her. One long callused finger slid deep, teasing at the sensitive tissues as the heel of his palm pressed and rotated against her clit.
    Her body responded without conscience thought. Her legs widened, hips arched and a needy moan left her lips.
    “That’s it, honey. I need you good and wet for what I have in mind.”
    She wanted to ask, but her mouth was too busy pleading for a release Mason seemed determined to deny her.
    “I knew you’d be this way. All wet and tight for me, squeezing around my finger. I bet you’d like to come but I like hearing those sweet sounds you make when I touch you just right.”
    And he did hit every one of her hot spots as her breathing sped up and she started to beg as sweat coated her body. “Please, Mason, it’s too much.”
    “It’ll never be too much,” he assured her while his touch grew bolder.
    She could feel her pleasure flowing over his hands, her thighs and against the couch, as her hips moved