CHAPTER 8
MIAWhen we got home, Mason was buzzed.
He pushed me into our bedroom, his hands all over my body. “Come on, baby. Let’s have some fun.”
He pulled up the back of my dress, pressing his c**k into my backside, his nose grazing against my soft spot. I sighed to myself and let him bend me over the bed.
Within a few moments, he had hiked my dress all the way up, taken out his c**k, and thrust it into me, pounding away, not caring that my fingers were digging into his thighs because he hadn’t even tried foreplay and my p***y was dry yet again.
“Your p***y’s always so tight for me, baby.”
“Mason,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes closed and trying to get wet. When I closed my eyes, all I could see was Mr. Bryne, all I could feel was Mr. Bryne, and I clenched.
“You like that, don’t y
