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and Selena Gomez think you look hot.” I tilted my head in the direction of his teen admirers at the table to the right side of us.
    Mason glanced over and smiled at the girls. He turned back to me and leaned over the table. “I only care if you think I look hot.”
    Hell to the yeah! “I do.”
    “I’m hungry.” Mason said.
    “I can see that.” His eyes always give him away. He wanted to get inside me and he had a look that conveyed this. I had seen it so many times before. He looked like he was going to eat me, like he was going to pounce on me, like he was going to swallow me whole, chew me up, bones, flesh, and every damn thing. Well Damn!
    Mason slapped the table with his hand. “Are you wet yet?”
    Well, I was now. Those words, the way he said them, just stirred the juices all inside me. “Yes.”
    Mason held out his hand for me to take. “Come with me. I’m going to make you cum with me.” His lips were curled up.
    I was stuck for a moment. I took his hand because I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. “We are supposed to have lunch together.”
    “We can eat food after I fuck you.”
    Yes sir. I let go of his hand to grab my purse off the table. He stood. I stood. Oh god, I’m moist right now. I pushed my chair back under the table and Mason didn’t bother to push his in. He took a few steps toward me. He offered me his hand and I graciously took it. He led me through the food court. We were hand in hand. I refused to look at him. I knew he was smiling. I felt it. I wonder when he will stop amazing me.
    I had no idea where we were headed. It seemed that we were headed in the direction of Macy’s department store. No, we got on the escalator and were going up to the upper level. Wonder if he’s parked up here. As we ascended up I rubbed Mason’s forearm. He was warm. He was always warm. I loved that because I was always cold.
    Mason turned and smiled at me. He guided me off the escalator. He walked me into Macy’s. We were somewhere in the back of the store. It was pretty deserted in the store at this time of day. I noticed a lady pushing a stroller when we first walked in. There was a cashier hanging clothes around the corner near the lingerie section.
    Before I knew what was really going on, Mason had grabbed my wrist and twirled me into the nearest fitting room. It’s so big inside Macy’s. They had so many fitting rooms that it was almost like we were in the huge store all alone.
    I wanted to protest because I knew what he was up to . But Mason was yanking me toward the last fitting room booth. I wanted to say STOP FOOL! The shock of it all stole the words right from my mouth.
    Mason closed the curtain and pushed me back into the full length glass mirror. He hung his jacket on the hook that was nailed to the wall as I placed my purse in the only chair. He removed his White Sox baseball cap and placed it on the same hook as his jacket. Then I got all his attention. His hands were consuming me. He was feeling me up, groping all my mounds and curves.
    “Mason we’re going to get caught.”
    “Not if we’re quiet.” He meant not if I’m quiet.
    “We’re not supposed to be in here.”
    “Yeah we are. This is the fitting room. You’re about to try on my cock. You need to see if it fits.”
    “What?”
    “My cock, it’s an extra-large. Can you fit an extra-large?”
    “I think so .”
    “Let’s see.” Mason whispered. He released me from his strong manhandle to drop his sweats and underwear. I looked down at his big dick. Why was I feeling panicked? I was afraid we were going to get caught before he fucked me off my feet. The adrenaline rush was incredible.
    Mason knelt and raised my skirt. His hands roamed underneath the skirt and grabbed the elastic waistband of my thong. He slowly pulled my thong down my hips, over my knees and down to the carpet.
    “Step out.” He growled and I did as instructed.
    Mason stood. He held my thong in his hand and lifted it to his nose and