Free Flag On The Play by Lolah Lace Page A

my balls. Kari leaned forward bending my cock with her movements. Her breasts touched my chest. Her lips brushed my earlobe. “Mason, I love you.”
    I wrapped my arms around her back and rolled her over so I could be on top. I twisted my legs in hers. We laid flat and straight as I pumped down and up inside her. I listened to her screams as they drowned out my grunts.
    With my face mashed against her cheek we both came. I placed a soft kiss on her cheek. That was fucking amazing.
    “Mason, the spatula is under my shoulder.”
    I only moved my hand to dislodge the kitchen tool from under my Kari. I didn’t have the strength to pull out so I just left my cock buried in my princess. I closed my heavy eyes. I nuzzled my nose alongside the skin of her cheek as she held me. Sleep.
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 6
     
    KARI
     
    I woke up the next morning in bed all alone. It was Tuesday, I think. I was a little hungover. I was a little achy. I was a little weak and weary. The inside of my thighs were moist and crusty. Mason had given me a blast from the past and a peak into the future we could have together. I love him but I want to kill him with my bare hands sometimes. He is an irreplaceable hot mess.
    There is no other man like him. He was one of a kind. I don’t even know where to begin to understand him but somehow I do understand him. He is this force that has me shook. I try to be strong but he makes me weak. I try to be tough but he makes me cotton-ball soft. I try to be on top and he flips me over, smashes my face into the pillow and says take all this big cock.
    Last night was s o intense. Every night with Mason is intense. He is an intense ass muthafucka. I swear I felt like he was rearranging my internal organs when he was pounding inside me. He had to have penetrated my ovaries, fallopian tubes and all that female stuff on the inside.
    He is really trying to prove he’s the better man. I have to admit to myself that he is the better man. Mason has proved his point. He’s so right. He’s wrong. He’s so left. He’s right. I sound like a crazy person. So many of the things he says are true. He knows who I am and he doesn’t try to change me.
    A life with Mason is a life full of extra-ness. The life I planned with Jack was full of calm and tranquility. I don’t know how to process everything that has happened since November ninth. That date will forever be etched in my brain. Since one door closed, does that mean one door opened? Or are all my doors locked shut?
    I sat up in bed and swung my manicured toes to the floor. I was going to get my bearings this time. I refuse to fall to the floor this time. I suddenly went into a panic as my head whipped around to the basement door.
    Oh snap, the door was wide open. Mason kept his promise to let me roam free. I could now exhale. Shoop, shoop, yes I was waiting to exhale. I get to walk around this place freely.
    There was a stack of papers on the bedside table. I grabbed them so I could get a closer look. I read the top sheet. It read Decree of Divorce. It said it was issued in Will County, Illinois. Mason’s name was under plaintiff. Tess’ name was typed under defendant. There was a case number, a file number, a date and a lot of paragraphs.
    I lifted the first page and my eyes scanned the other pages. There were a lot of pages to this document. The papers also listed the terms of the divorce and it was signed by a judge. The divorce had been granted. It was right here in black and white.
    What does this mean? Does it mean he means business? Does it mean he’s serious about a future with me? Why did he sit it here for me to see? For so long Mason had my nose wide open. He was always playing me crazy. Sometimes I felt like I was number one, other times the side piece and other times the red beans and rice. These divorce papers almost seem like an optical illusion.
    I jumped out of bed and a feeling of pure joy washed over me. I started humming the music to The Wiz, Ease