"Of course it is," Payton purred, not letting up her savage exploration of his neck, biting here and there followed by her tongue gliding over the skin. They'd already made canvases out of each other's bodies, why not add some more artwork? It wasn't like anyone would ever assume it was her doing or vice versa. The two were too well-known as enemies of a sort for this to ever be a reality. No one would ever know unless they decided to tell them, and Payton wasn't going to. She'd much rather get second place in an equestrian competition than ever let anyone know that this had happened.
With his guidance, Payton quickly caught on to what he wanted, slowly rolling her hips on her own, grinding over his stiffening cock, wondering if he was going to try and tell her that he didn't want this. It would be hard to believe, that was for sure, considering the noises coming from him and the way he was using her ( not that she minded in the least ). There was hardly any warning at all, only Mason's hand moving up her spine, before he was tugging on her hair and bringing her lips to his. Payton had no real recollection of what kissing him the night before had been like but this morning she was fully aware. Now there would be no denying that she knew how he tasted, how he felt; she didn't hesitate to kiss him back hungrily, nails digging into his chest as the animalistic side of her was roused.
FUCK ... WAS SHE ATTEMPTING TO EAT HIM ?? payton's teeth were relentless , scraping and carving as plump lips sucked and soothed . he'd have to call out of work for the next .... however many days it took for each intricately placed rune to have faded away . thankfully he wore a shirt at his job , given the way her nails were carving scripture into the sore , taught muscles of his chest . down his abdomen . as she returned his kiss , her intensity seeming not only to match his own but to double down on it , mason released a deep-sit growl of approval . in welcome . the one hand in her hair twisted a bit more cruelly , blonde ribbons held tightly by controlling fingers as his other hand sunk its hold into the meat of her hip . a sharper sound as her hips worked atop his , so distracted by the euphoria of her equally feral and borderline depraved affections that he had forgotten , for a moment , just who the fuck was ontop of him . if someone had told mason that payton nicholson was a ' freak ' in bed ... shit , he'd had never believed them . " 's this how you usually like it ?? " mason rasps against her lips , drawing the plump lower one between his teeth as he groans at the taste of it . he moves his mouth to her jaw , finding a light mark of his own and working to deepen its color . he's all tongue and teeth , grunting against the warmth of her throat , using the hand in her hair to hold her in place . " never thought the princess of pacific falls would like it so fuckin' rough ... "
















