City of Sin - Chapter 17
Mason
She was staring at me innocently from under her long lashes again. I'd need to call Carter and thank him in the morning. I owed him for this one.
I leaned back in my seat. Trump International was the only good thing I still had.
Just telling girls I lived there made their panties drop.
It would be hard to walk away from that.
But enough was enough. It was time to go off on my own.
Besides, I'd completely crush dickweed Darren when I started a competing advertising agency.
I'd be back in Trump International in no time, maybe in the penthouse.
I put my hand on Bee's leg. I didn't want to think of my fucked up boss or my shitty job. All I wanted was to lose myself inside of her.
She crossed her legs, pushing my hand away.
She was losing her nerve. I needed to get her attention back. I put my hand on the back of her neck and gently rubbed my thumb up and down the top of her spine. She shivered under my touch. That's right, baby . "Nervous for the main event, are you?"
"Should I be? What are you planning on doing to me?" Her voice was wispy with desire.
"What do you want me to do to you? What's your wildest fantasy?"
She bit her lip in thought. Her wildest fantasy was me. It was written all over her face. Soon it would be my cum dripping down that pretty face.
"Tell me more about yourself, Mason."
I scowled at her.
"We have a few more minutes to get to know each other."
"What do you want to know?"
"Do you have any siblings?"
"I don't see why that's important. But yes, I have a younger brother."
"Does he live here too?"
"You mean in the city?"
She nodded.
"Yes."
"What about your parents?"
"What about them?" What's with the rapid fire questioning?
"Do they live near you?"
"They live closer to you, actually. On the upper west side."
"Are you close with your family?"
"Close enough."
"You don't like answering questions do you? So mysterious."
"There won't be many secrets between us soon. By the end of the night I'm going to know every curve of your body and everything that makes you tick. And that's all I need to keep you crawling back for more."
"That's all superficial. Maybe I'm ugly on the inside."
"I don't think so. You're quite charitable with those lips, Bee." I smiled as her face turned crimson.
"You know what I mean," she continued.
Damn it, what is taking so long? This had to be the slowest taxi I'd ever been in. I glanced in the rearview mirror. The cabby was staring at Bee's tits. I gave him a fuck off look and put my arm across her shoulders.
I leaned over to whisper in her ear. "You worry too much, Bee. Maybe I can make you relax." I lightly bit her earlobe. A soft moan escaped from her lips. I licked the inside of her ear, caressing her softly.
She grabbed my knee.
"You liked my fingers, driving you insane."
"Yes," she whispered.
"Better than any dick that's been inside of you."
"Yes."
"And my tongue, driving you over the edge."
"Mmm." Her whole body seemed to quiver.
I moved my tongue behind her ear and she tilted her head to the side.
"Are you wet for me, Bee? Ready for my cock to spread you wide?"
She moaned.
"I'm going to claim every inch of you. You'll never want anything but my cock inside of you."
Her fingers dug into my skin.
"I'll show you how close the line is between pleasure and pain. You have no idea what you've been missing all these years." I bit her earlobe once more and leaned back in my seat.
She looked up at me with pleading eyes.
"We're almost there, Bee." I pointed out the window.
Bee's jaw dropped as soon as my place came in view. That's right, I'll be fucking you with views of Central Park.
"That's where the mysterious Mason Caldwell lives?" She smiled, but her smile vanished almost as quickly as it had appeared. She turned away from me and looked out the window.
"Wait till you see inside, Bee." Wait until you see what I'm going to do to you inside.