Falling For His Escort [Book #3]

Chapter 27

Mason's POV
She was grinding the lips of her pussy up and down the length of my dick. The movement was tortuously slow. It drove me mad.

"Harlynn," I groaned.

She pushed her index finger up against my lips. "No talking. I'm close."

I glanced down at my lap, watching her slather her arousal all over my cock. Letting her continue grinding on me, I gently pulled at the laces of her robe. The silk material loosened, her robe peeling back like a curtain to expose the milky smooth skin underneath.

Her skin was made a canvas for several small tattoos. She didn't have as many I did, but she was definitely catching up with me. While my fingers grazed the little dove on her hip, I eyed the cursive writing under her right breast. It read:

Beautiful bad bitch.

It made me chuckle. Her tattoos were so befitting of her personality. I tore my gaze away from her tattoos when I felt her wet sex glide over my piercing and kiss the head of my erection.

She spasmed on top of me, her index finger unintentionally being thrust into my mouth. So I took the opportunity to circle her finger with my tongue. She gasped softly as she climaxed on my dick.

I couldn't stop looking at her face. She was just so beautiful. Her jet black hair spilled forward when she dipped her head, her nose crinkling, and her teeth nearly puncturing her lush pink bottom lip.

Warm white pre-cum leaked from the tip and onto my stomach when she moaned and whimpered my name. "Mason..."

She slowly extracted her finger from mouth and grabbed my cock. Lifting her hips, she gave it a few strokes before shoving me deep inside her.

I was caught off guard by the action, especially because she didn't bother to mention a condom beforehand. With her, I didn't mind. But I still wanted to make sure it was okay with her.

Having had her head tossed back, she looked back down at me. She saw the look of approval I was seeking and smiled. "It's okay."

I was hoping she'd say that.

Grabbing her waist, I stood up with her in my arms. She caught on quickly and fastened her legs around me.

I brought her into her bedroom and closed the door before Bolt could follow us. He whined on the other side of the door, wanting us to let him in.

I would have felt bad if I wasn't so focused on how fucking sexy Harlynn looked right about now. I sat down on the edge of the bed, her pussy still encased around my cock. "You know what to do, baby."

It started out with a slow grind, before eventually, Harlynn was bouncing up and down on my length. Her pussy was so damn warm and tight that I had to close my eyes every so often to concentrate on not coming.

Her body wash would hit my nose every time she came back down, her pierced nipples in sync with her movements. The more rough she became, the harder it became to keep from spraying her insides with my come.

"S-Shit, dove. Slow down."

She didn't hear anything I said. She was in her own world. Her hips rocked back and forth, her breathing uneven and heavy. She fell forward, her piercings cold against my skin.

Dragging her nails down my back, I listened to her sweet sounds. "I've never felt something so amazing," she whimpered, her body seeming to have a mind of its own. She couldn't stop herself even if she wanted to. And before we knew it, she was experiencing another wave of pleasure.

I wasn't going to sit here and act like her words weren't an ego booster. Because they were. I'm used to hearing compliments from women. But none of them ever measured up to the way Harlynn's made me feel.