Chapter 22

Happiness POV

He stares down at me with a smirk, his eyes glinting with a promise.

“You didn't think that was all, did you?” He tutted, and I couldn't reply because he leaned up and ran the tip of his cock up and down my slit making me gasp.

I've not slept with anyone before, and the nerves are starting to kick in. “Mason I–” I began then stopped, worried that if I tell him how I'm feeling, he'll stop.

He paused, looking down at me intently. “What is it baby?”

I don't respond to him, shaking my head as an attempt to brush it off as nothing. “Nevermind.”

“Tell me,” He said, his voice firm. “What is it? You don't want to do this?”

I shake my head again. “No, it's not that. It's… just that… I haven't… you know.” I shrugged.

His eyes widened. “You're a virgin?” I nodded. “Do you want to do this with me?” He asked, his voice low and his eyes peered into my soul.

“Yes.”

He visibly relaxed, his brows furrowing as he wets his lips. “This will hurt. I can't help it but I'll go slow so it'll hurt less. I can't take the pain away, I wish I could.” His voice laced with concern as he stared at me.

“I trust you.” I whispered.

“Let me show you what you've been missing out on then.” He smirks as he pushes two fingers inside me again without warning.

My eyes closed and my back arched up from the bed, a moan leaving my lips. “Fuck,” I gasp as I fist tge bedsheets bedside me, feeling him push his fingers deeper. “Oh my… Mason.”

“So beautiful.” He says above me as he quickened his pace, causing my eyes to squeeze tight shut, and my brows crease with the pleasure and the pain.

He pulls his fingers out and I open my eyes, looking at him as he holds his cock and taps it against my clit, the sensitivity heightened causing my body to jolt at the contact.

“Ready babygirl?” He asked huskily as he watched his hands.

I pressed my lips together, nodding as I felt him slowly begin to push into me. I cried out at the sensation of him stretching me, and tightened my grip on the bed sheets beside me.

His eyes are glued on my face as he removes his cock, then pushes it into me again slowly, a groan passed through his lips. “Fuck babygirl, you're so tight.” He murmurs as he fills me to the hilt. I can barely take it, not sure how I'm going to cope when he actually begins to move.

He stays like that for a while allowing me to adapt to him as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear. He began to slowly pump himself into me, the pain strong but eventually subsided as he kept a steady rhythm. He never fully pulls out all the way, and I can't figure out whether I love it or it's driving me nuts.

“Mason, oh my god.” I breathed as I opened my eyes and found his eyes locked on me. He leaned over me, both hands placed on the bed as he kissed my jawline.

He moved down and took one of my breasts in his hands, squeezing it and putting my sensitive nipple in his mouth, lapping his tongue around it. This feels amazing, better than all my dreams about this day. He feels amazing. My hands released the sheets and found his hair, pulling it from the roots, eliciting a groan from him at the sensation.

My body moved against him subconsciously, his thrusts became more forceful as he pushed himself deeper. “What do you want, baby?” He taunts as he holds my hips with his large hands.

“More,” I pleaded. “I want you deeper, please.” He barely gives me time to take a breath when he thrust inside me forcefully.

I cried out as he continued his hard, deep thrusts, and I reached forward, my fingers touching his stomach as I tried to hold him back. The pleasure is too much as I feel tears pool in my eyes.

“Fuck, fuck.” Mason growled as he lifts my lower back up from the bed, and hold my hips in his hands, fucking me harder and faster. “You,” He grunts. “You drive me crazy.”

I felt myself begin to tighten around him, my toes curling, and my stomach knotting at the feeling of my release building. “Mason, I'm close.” I cried out as I reached for him again.

He continues to ruthlessly slide in and out of me, bringing me closer to the edge. His fingers dug into my skin as his head tips back, my body convulsing with release. Both of our moans fill the air as I feel him tense before his release.

Even with both of us finding our release, he removed the condom before pushing back into me. He keeps thrusting, desperately forcing another release out of me as I cried out in pleasure, the pain long gone. “Come on baby girl, give me another one.” He coaxes, but the feeling is too much. I can't.

His hands released my hips, and he turned me to my side, lifting my leg and placing it over his shoulder. His arms wrap around my thighs, and he roughly thrusts into me from this new angle. My jaw slacks as I stare at me, moan after moan leaving my lips.

He placed his thumb over my clit as he rubs back and forth, causing me to moan his name repeatedly as I feel myself begin to convulse against him for the second time. I didn't think I had anything left to give, but apparently I was wrong. Shit.

Another powerful orgasm washes through me as I cried out, almost pushing him out of me as I spasm around him. I can barely catch my breath when he pulls out of him, carefully putting my leg down, and hovering over my trembling body.

“You're incredible.” He murmurs as he connects our lips, the kiss soft and tender. My skin is covered in sweat, my damp hair stuck to my skin.

I caress and caress his face with my hand, stroking his chin with my thumb. That was out of this world. I never knew sex could be this exhilarating, though there's an ache between my thighs, and I don't want to think about if it'll get worse or not for now.

Mason pulled back, and ran his hands through my hair, moving the damp strands away from my skin. “You're mine, Happiness. I'm not going anywhere, and I can't let you go. Not now. Not ever.” He muttered. “You make me happy.” He smiled.