by Amy Brent
“Tell me, do you have plans after this dinner?” he asked.
“You mean going home and sleeping so I can prepare for tomorrow’s interview? Yep.”
“Sounds so boring. You don’t strike me as a boring woman,” he said, grinning.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked.
“Well, I wondered if you would reconsider my offer.”
“What offer?”
“The offer to accompany me back to my house,” he said.
He was leaning forward like he was anxious for my answer. I lost myself in his piercing green eyes and his chiseled jawbone. I could cut glass on the slope of his cheek, and suddenly, I couldn’t take my eyes off the veins bulging in his neck.
“I think I would enjoy reconsidering that offer,” I said, grinning.
“Wonderful.”
Chapter 6
Mason
I had her right where I wanted her. It took a damn bit of work, but I finally got her to cave. I took her to my vacation home in Dallas that I kept off the radar from the press, and I could tell she was shocked the moment we pulled up to it.
“Wait a second, I thought you were visiting Dallas?” she asked.
“I am. I don’t live here permanently. Our headquarters is stationed in Los Angeles.”
“So, whose house is this?” she asked.
“Mine,” I said, grinning.
“So, you have a house in a place you don’t frequent much?” she asked as I opened her door for her.
“Who says I don’t frequent much?”
“Quit with the shit. Why are you staying in a hotel when you have a house here outside of Dallas?” she asked.
“It’s a newly acquired home. I’ve always enjoyed Dallas. I’ve got a bit of family in the area.”
“Really? Who?” she asked.
“Well, we’re estranged now, but I bought this home in the hopes of trying to repair things between us. Consider it a hope-based purchase.”
That was all I offered, and it was more than I’d offered over dinner. The curious look she sent me told me she was wondering what might’ve happened to my family, who they were and why I was estranged from them.
I ushered her through the front door of my country home, and she took it all in as she entered. It looked like most of the plantation houses in the area. White with dark shutters. A wrap-around porch. The hardwood floors were new, but a lot of the old character of the place had been preserved delicately.
“It’s a beautiful home,” she said.
“Only because you’re in it.”
She whipped around at the sound of my voice and I nodded for her to follow me. I was holding two wine glasses and a very expensive bottle of red wine. I knew it wasn’t smart of me to have any more alcohol, but I wanted to relax her as much as possible before the festivities began.
“Care for another glass?” I asked.
She sat down next to me on a cozy little couch near a window that overlooked the backyard. Sprawling acres of land draped heavily in the darkness of the Dallas countryside. The stars came out to play, twinkling as I pressed a full glass of wine into the palm of her hand.
“To good times with beautiful sights,” I said.
“To reparations with families that don’t deserve us,” she said
We clinked glasses, and I studied her intently. I crossed my leg over my knee as my eyes danced all over her body. She kept her sight trained on the window, probably wondering why in the world I had a couch facing it. But I was more interested in her toast and where the statement had come from.
“I drink my coffee on this couch in the mornings. At least I will, when I’m here more often,” I said
“Have you not stayed here yet?” she asked.
“Nope. I’m breaking it in now,” I said, grinning.
“I take it the sunrise is calming over the trees?”
“The sun doesn’t actually rise on this side of the house, but it does set over here.”
“You drink coffee in the evenings?” she asked.
“Doesn’t everyone?”
We giggled together, a light sound that filled the stale corners of the house. I found myself wanting to know more about her. About her family. About her upbringing. I wanted to know what she was like as a kid. If she ever had aspirations this great. I wanted to know what her five-year-old self wanted to be. Maybe a ballerina or a princess.
“Does your family not deserve you?” I asked.
“What?”
“Your toast. I have a feeling you weren’t just talking about me,” I said.
I could tell she was pondering the statement or pondering whether to answer it truthfully. I sat there and watched her, hoping she would simply cave in.
“I’ll answer if you answer,” I said.
“No, they don’t.”
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“My father was dealing drugs out of our garage, and instead of my mom leaving him to come get me, she let the foster system raised me.”
“Funny how some moms do that,” I said.
“Do what?”
“Abandon their kids.”
“Is that what your mom did?”
I paused as my hold on my glass tightened. For a split second, I thought I was going to break it. I thought the glass was going to shatter all over the couch, and the red wine would stain the fabulous suit clinging to my body.
A body I saw her eyes quickly stealing glances at.
“She left when I was sixteen. We had a falling out when she married a man I hated and had a daughter I hardly talk to.”
“You have a half-sister you don’t speak with?” she asked.
“Yep. Every time we talk, she just wants me to reconcile with Mom. Not my train to start. She’s the one who left.”
“Why did she leave your father?” she asked.
“No clue. Figured he might’ve cheated or something, but he swears he didn’t. My Dad’s a good man. A hardworking man. She had no reason to leave him.”
“Sometimes, for women, it isn’t always that easy,” she said.
“To give up something that could be so good for you?” I asked.
I could tell that question cut farther than I meant it to, and she took a very big gulp from her wine glass. It was obvious she was done with this conversation and all the avenues it could possibly take. And I didn’t blame her. I was delving into territory I wasn’t comfortable talking about, either, so I decided to turn the evening down toward the track we both knew this was going to take.
You know, if she didn’t slap me against the face first, but that was a chance I was willing to take to feel those legs wrapped around my body.
I watched her as she slowly turned her head toward me. I reached out and took her wine glass from her, setting them both on the ground away from our bodies. I watched her, seeing if there were any indications she was giving me that told me she was done and ready to go home.
But all she did was cock her body toward me, and that was all the answer I needed.
I leaned in to kiss her, feeling her plump lips rest on top of mine. She tasted of wine, the warmth of her body already cascading through my bones. She kissed me back, pressing her lips into mine as my hand reached up to curl around her cheek, and the moment my large hand cupped her rosy little cheek, she pushed herself into my lap.
Her tongue raked across the roof of my mouth as she straddled my lap. My hands smoothed out down her back, rounding the globe of her beautiful ass I was definitely going to make jiggle later on. I picked her up, smirking as she squealed with delight, and I carried her all the way up the stairs before I dumped her onto my king-sized bed.
I started pulled her clothes off as she tugged at my tie. We ripped each other’s clothes off our bodies and tossed them onto the floor, revealing each other’s skin to one another as her beautiful curves settled in the palms of my hands. Her creamy white skin was flush with her desire for me, and I could already see her juicy pussy glistening between her legs.
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nbsp; I wanted to sink between her legs and devour her. I wanted to lap up her juices until she came on my tongue. I wanted to take my time and run my tongue over every dip and valley her body had to offer.
But as her hands wound into my hair as my lips ghosted against her tits, there was a carnal desire that rose up in my gut and completely took over my mind.
She pulled something from within me I hadn’t felt in a very long time.
“Do we need condoms?” I asked.
“No,” she said breathlessly. “I take birth control.”
“Perfect.”
I lined my thick cock up with her dripping pussy as I dipped my face into the crook of her neck. I slid in, feeling her walls flutter around me as she moaned and whimpered with the intrusion. Holy fuck, she was tight. Her ex was an idiot. If this woman had been mine at my side, I would’ve fucked this pussy so hard, no one would’ve wanted to touch her afterward.
“Shit,” she whispered.
I could feel her fingertips digging into the muscles of my back. I slowly slid in and out of her, pressing a bit deeper each time I went in. I gave her time to adjust, time to get used to the long, thick cock penetrating her body. The way her face twisted up was absolutely beautiful, and I had to capture her lips in one more kiss as I bottomed out to the hilt.
“Fuck, yes,” she whispered into my lips.
Slowly, I began to move my hips. Her body undulated with mine as she clung to me. Her desire poured from her, warming my body and growing my dick against her walls. I picked up the pace, slamming into her as her tits bounced against my body.
Faster and faster I pounded, bouncing her on the mattress as I took what I wanted. Her creamy skin was flushed, the blood rushing through her veins as her lips parted with desire. I pulled my cock from her and flipped her over, wanting a beautiful look at that ass while I thrust into her from behind. She raised up onto her knees and wiggled it for me, taunting me in a way that made me groan internally.
Fuck, this woman was beautiful.
I shoved my cock into her before I slid my hands up her back. I moved my hand into her jet black hair, pulling from her a sigh that shivered my core. My dick twitched inside of her, and I had to bite down on my lip, keeping myself from coming way too early.
What the fuck was this woman doing to me?
“Fuck me, Mason. Do it,” she said.
And I was never one to deny the commands of a gloriously powerful woman.
I snapped my hips against hers, watching her ass jiggle for me as I tugged on her hair. She writhed and moaned, her pussy clamping down onto me as I watched our bodies join together. Her white juices were slicking my cock, dripping down my balls as her thighs glistened with her happiness. I could smell her. All of her. And the scent in my nose was one I started committing to memory.
She smelled unlike any other woman I’d ever been with, and I suddenly understood Tony’s addiction to sweet tea.
She was my sweet tea, and I wanted as much of her as she would give me tonight.
“I’m so close. I’m so close. Please, don’t stop. No. No. Keep going. Yes. Right there. Right there!”
I slammed into her so hard she was lurching on the bed. Her sounds filled the room while the sounds of slapping skin hung heavily in the air. I watched her back pull taut as her legs began to shake, and soon her pussy was pulling me deeper and deeper into her body.
“Yes! Oh, Mason! Fuck!”
The way my name came pouring from her lips was intoxicating. I stayed buried in her while she shook out her pleasure, her body trembling from the muscle contractions as I peppered her back with kisses. I settled onto her back, running my hands down her arms. Goosebumps broke out everywhere on her body.
The sensitivity she was experiencing made me smirk, and I slowly rolled us over onto our sides as my cock stayed sheathed in her.
I could feel her panting, her back expanding into my chest. Her head rested on my strong arm, allowing her to take the rest she needed as I slowly pulled my cock out. I slid it back in, groaning at how swollen her pussy was as she sighed with content. I reached around with my free hand and lazily played with her nipples, pulling from her sighs and light whimpers and prompted me to press small kisses on her shoulders and neck.
The way she shivered into me was something I wouldn’t forget about for quite some time.
“I’m sure you have another one in there for me, hmm?” I asked.
“Huh?” she asked.
“I bet I could pull one from you,” I said as I thrust a little harder.
“Oh, my gosh,” she said breathlessly.
“You think?” I asked.
I thrust again, and she pushed back against me, burying her body farther onto mine as I held her close. My hand tweaked her nipple, pulling it as her pussy sucked at my cock. So greedy for my come. It beckoned for what I had to offer as I continued to slide in and out of her sopping wet folds.
The slick sound pulsed my dick as my hand slowly made its way down to her pussy lips.
“I wonder what we’ve got here,” I said into her ear.
She whimpered as my fingertips parted her folds, finding her painfully swollen clit practically leaping out at me. Her entire body was greedy for me. It was perfect, her body offered to me like this.
I’d make sure this was a night she’d never forget.
“Why don’t you take a look at the nighttime stars,” I said as I circled her clit.
“They’re—Oh!—they’re beautiful tonight,” she said.
“See how the glitter and sparkle for us?” I asked as I sped up.
“Y-yes. Yes, I-I see them,” she said.
“You want to know something they don’t?” I asked as I began thrusting into her again.
“What’s that?” she asked, whispering.
“They don’t know your pussy sparkles brighter than they do.”
I picked up the pace immediately and drove into the depths of her body. My fingertips circled her clit, pressing and flicking as her hand reached back for me. Her fingers wove into the tendrils of my hair, scraping her fingernails along my scalp as I pulled a patch of her skin in between my teeth. I could feel my soaking wet balls rising against my body, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to put off my orgasm this time.
Not with the way she shook around my cock.
“Mason. Oh, holy fuck. Fill me up. Please. Come with me.”
“With pleasure,” I said, whispering.
Her back arched, and I pressed my body tightly against her. I sheathed my cock into her one last time, my fingertips playing with her clit as she moaned and cried out into the room. Her legs reached back for mine as her hands clung to anything she could hold onto, and I was honestly shocked she didn’t rip the hair straight out of my scalp. I bit down into her shoulder, marking her skin and biting down so hard, it would leave imprints of my teeth for her to identify me by later. I pressed myself as close as I could get to her while her pussy massaged the come from my cock, her folds swallowing it all down while my spurts painted the inside of her body.
I came so hard silver stars burst in my vision, and for the first time in my life, I had a headache afterward.
We both collapsed in a fit of gasping breaths, our bodies scented by one another’s sweat and by sex. My bedroom was full of our debauchery, my nose full of her unique essence. I reluctantly pulled myself from between her legs as she rolled over, the juices flowing from her pussy and soaking the sheets of my bed.
I closed my eyes and tried to rid myself of the headache before I rolled over to hold her close.
Women liked that shit after sex.
But when I rolled over to gather her in my arms, she wasn’t there. I sat up as the room spun, telling myself I needed a glass of water before I went back to bed. I searched for her clothes, but they were nowhere to be found.
It wasn’t until I heard the sound of a compact car driving away that I realized she’d left.
She’d left without a word, and I was left standing naked with her sc
ent covering my cock.
Chapter 7
Sarah
I couldn’t believe I’d given in to him. I hadn’t wanted to. At all. I wanted him to work for it before I continued to deny him. Damn it, what the fuck had I done? Sleeping with a guy on the first fucking date? After having my heart broken on some public cheating spectacle?
Just fucking great.
But I still left without saying a word, and that had to hurt an ego the size of his. He probably thought he was doing me some sort of favor, but me leaving without saying anything made it seem like I was doing him the favor.
And I was because men were lucky to get between my thighs.
I had no intentions of ever calling him again. If he wanted to call me, whatever. But I wasn’t picking up that phone and dialing his number. If he wanted to talk, then that was fine. I wasn’t going to chase after him. I knew how men like him worked. I knew how they thought, how women were supposed to bow down at their feet after a nice little romp.
And I had to admit, it was a nice little romp.
I got home and fell into bed after my date. I needed to get sleep before my Friday show, and it took a great deal of work to cover up the fun little mark he left on my shoulder. Angie poked and prodded me about it, wanting me to spill the details, but I simply told her it was a one-time fling to relieve some stress.