he was my dream, and we were his

Chapter 8: hes my soulmate !smut!

you gave yourself a once-over in  the mirror. as much as you and mason hated the idea of leaving Ellis mason had a ballon d'or event yo attend to. you tried to think of every way to get out of it to spend the night with your baby but instead your sister booked a hotel and came to pick him up for the night meaning you had no excuse but not to go, to add to all the stress it meant you would finally confirm all the rumours you and mason were dating.

the dress was bridging on not appropriate, but the only dresses you had were the ones two sizes smaller than you'd normally wear form before you were pregnant and you didn't want to be there anyway, so fuck it. it was a mid length dress, that hugged your body tightly and flashed just enough of your ass when you bent over, the type that made it hard for mason to keep his hands off your body. part of you wondered if that was even acceptable for a mother but the event started in 20 minutes and your house which was full off all your clothes was 3 hours away so it would just have to do.

you finished your hair and makeup, slipped on your heels and left your bathroom, to where mason was waiting for you in your living room. you both where taken aback the minute you laid eyes on each other. you always forgot how incredible mason looks when he is all suited and booted.

"Baby" he says exhaling dramatically "do we really have to to this", he says finishing his thought

"I want to go as little as you, mase, but we have to" you reply

Mason pulls you into his arms. He starts pressing slow kisses up your neck and behind your ear. "but I know so many better things we could be doing right now" mason whines. "I know mase, we wont be long" you reply. You pull out of his arms and he groans at losing your embrace.

You and mason make it the party. He switches off the cars ignition. As he goes the car you grab onto his arm "whatever they say to you or me, I apologise in advance. The people here are arseholes they've nominated me for this award so we just have to slap on a fake smile and pretend we want to be there" mason said warning you. "its okay love I understand" you replied, you think sometime mason forgets who your dad is and that you've grown up in this whole environment.

You both start mingling with the other guests. Everyone talks about mason and his future career with you, not sure how to include you in business conversations or how to discuss the baby. You spend your night attempting to avoid the flirty old men and explaining the family dynamic between you mason and jack.

You see on of the business men come up to you, "sweetheart, you look amazing this evening" he says placing his hand on your arm. You laugh slightly, trying to be friendly, "thank you sir" you say.

Right as his hand began to descend to your hip and he was about to reply, you felt masons arms wrap around your waist. "This is my girlfriend, Stella" mason said assuring him that he had crossed a line. They shake hands and start a conversation about football. you tried to stay engaged but found it almost impossible with the topic being so boring. Until the man stated " you know Stella I remember when you were only 15, a few months before you and your sisters stopped hanging around these event with your dad, you were so beautiful I couldn't wait till you were old enough to see how marrying a rich man would benefit you in the future, besides I'm not worst looking, clearly nothing has changed" this angered mason and only made him want to leave more. He gripped your hand tightly pulling you into the award room and placing his hand tightly on your thigh throughout the whole ceremony making sure everyone in the room knew you were his. "its getting late doll," mason starts "maybe we should get going?" mason suggests, and you couldn't be more grateful. "wow it is, we should be going" you reply whilst hugging the man a little to tight and close for masons comfort and continuing to say your goodbyes only adding to his frustration.

You make your way out of the door. You get into his car and mason starts the long drive home. He rests his hand on your thigh, occasionally tapping against your skin. It was eerily quiet considering the tone earlier.

"everything okay baby?" you ask, questioning mason behaviour. "no I'm the only person you should be calling 'sir' and you know that" mason says through gritted teeth. you try to explain to mason "baby it was just the polite thing to do he's a senior-" he squeezes your thigh cutting you off. "I don't care baby girl, you know better," masons says. You pull into the driveway and both get out of the car.

Mason walks through the door and suddenly your face is pressed against it. "am I not enough for you? Is that it?" mason asks, growling into your ear. "no mase you know that" you whine in response. Mason wraps one of his hands around your, making a  ponytail. He pulls you head back by your hair, exposing your neck. He starts with soft sucking and kisses on your neck before biting you, definitely leaving a long lasting mark. You sequel out, not anticipating the roughness. Mason releases his hand from your hair placing them on your hips. He spins you so you are now face to face with him. He kisses you harshly, his face pining yours to the door. He runs his hands up your thighs to the end of your dress, sliding under the fabric, "off. Now." mason demands. You nod your head and comply, throwing the fabric over your head and throwing it somewhere on the floor. He looks you up and down taking in the matching set of Chelsea blue lingerie underneath. "wear this for him too?" mason asks, all you could do was shake your head. Mason uses one hands to squeeze your chin opening your mouth. You stick out your tongue. Mason collects spit in his mouth before spitting it onto your tongue. "you looked thirsty baby girl" he says, laughing. Your legs felt week. Just in time, mason throws you over his shoulder and carries you up into the bedroom, throwing you onto the bed

"I'm going to remind you that I'm the only man that can handle you, sound good baby girl" mason asks. You nod in return. Mason starts pulling at your thong. You lift up your hips, allowing him to pull them off. Mason continued his attack on your thighs, nipping and sucking at your skin. You let out littler whimpers and whines, "mase please" you whine. "Patience baby girl" he replies. It didn't take long for him to get where you wanted him to be. He licks one long stripe up your slit, stopping to lick multiple small licks on your clit. You arch your back at the feeling. "please mase" you cry out, "so responsive" he replies, moaning into you. He continues his pattern of multiple small licks on your clit before he moves down, dipping down into your hole. "please, oh my god, please I'm so close mase" you cry out . "not my name baby girl he replies. "Please sir, I'm so close! Please can I cum" you cry out, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. Your hand that were running through masons hair migrated to his neck leaving a trail of scratches in their path.

"go ahead baby girl cum on my tongue" mason says, giving you the permission you begged for. You cum hard in his mouth, his tongue working you through your high. When you finally catch your breath, you feel mason pressing kisses along your neck he moves in between your legs, slowly ribbing himself against your slit before pushing into you. You moan as he bottoms out inside you, "fuck mase you feel so good" you whine. He slowly starts moving in and out of you at an antagonizing pace. You wrap your arms around him, trying yo pull him into you. It works, mason starts trusting in and out of you harder and faster, leaving you to moan out any words you could come up with, "mase, please, oh my god, so good" you moan out. You pull mason closer into you, digging your nails deep into his back and biting hid neck. Whilst you weren't paying attention, mason moved hand between your bodies, slowly starting to rub your clit. You garb him tighter. "mase- oh my god I'm so close" you gasp out, "I know baby girl me too" he returns "who make you feel this good" he asks. "you sir only you" you scream, mason smirks at that, knowing he got you exactly where he wanted you. "go ahead and cum, baby girl" he moans. Mason waits a moment before pulling out of you. Once he slowly does, he rolls next to you, pulling you into his arms. sex was always gentle between you and mason up until that point, you always thought it was because he was scared of the boundaries, sex with jack however was a series of jack attempting to be any kind of dominating and it doing for you. but for some reason everything felt exciting and normal with mason. lay there with your head against his chest listening to his heart beat out of his chest you could only think one thing, hes my soulmate.