Because Mason wanted something specific.
So slowly, I sat down again in the big leather chair and licked my chapped lips. Nerves wracked my frame, but it was different now. Flames of desire flared through my body, flickering between my nipples and newly exposed pussy.
And with Mr. Carlton’s eyes devouring everything, I leaned back in the chair. The scent of expensive leather rose up along with the aroma of my steamy cunt. Did he mind that I was dripping juices onto this expensive piece of furniture?
Absolutely not. Mr. Carlton’s eyes were absolutely focused on my sweet spot, glued to my pussy like it was the tastiest candy. Those blazing blue eyes flared as he stared, a hard and possessive male animal ready to conquer. And emboldened, I raised my knees, spreading my thighs wide so that my cunt was open just for him—the first man to see it. Unable to stop myself, I wriggled in the chair, teasing.
He moved closer, growling with approval, his cock a long and stiff pole, clearly visible beneath the loose cloth. But he didn’t touch himself, maintaining complete control.
Cooing slightly, I writhed seductively.
“Do you want to see more?”
My voice came out breathy and hot. Most of my embarrassment was long gone for whatever reason. Mr. Carlton wanted to see my pussy and I loved it, moistening under his gaze.
“Yes,” he groaned. “Open wide for me, Beth. I want to see as much of you as possible.”
His voice came out low and rough, and the sound scraped something raw deep inside.
A low whimper left my throat, and I pulled my knees further back obediently, tilting my hips up. Another low growl escaped his throat, that big form one hundred percent focused on me. And then I did something so dirty that surprise bloomed in my chest. A small hand slipped between my thighs and slowly pulled my labia apart to show him everything, just like he wanted.
Oh god, was this really happening? Was I really holding my pussy open, showing my ruby red insides for a strange man?
But yeah, it was happening. And it felt so good, the moisture beading at my small hole, another moan escaping my lips.
Because it was unbelievably exciting.
Breathtaking.
Titillating and hot.
We both stared as a drop of juice coagulated at my vaginal entrance before sliding wetly down my ass, leaving a slick trail on a fleshy white cheek.
And the alpha’s gaze never left my pulsing cunt.
“That’s it,” he rasped. “But more, sweet thing, I want more. Tilt your hips up and show me everything.”
Oh god, the rough command in his voice was so compelling, making my insides shiver. And I wanted this too. I was loving this as much as he was. Losing myself, I moaned and licked my lips, passion rising like a tide from within.
Because it happened then.
Without a moment of hesitation, I did as he asked, pulling my labia back further and giving him my all.
“Like this?” came my breathless mewl, brown eyes wide, a flush all over my body. “Do you mean like this, Mr. Carlton?”
And the alpha male leaned forwards in his seat then.
“Exactly like that sweetheart. Exactly like that.”
But this wasn’t gonna be a one-woman show. Slowly he advanced, a lion stalking its prey. And for the first time ever, he touched me, my skin tingling under his fingers, a gasp escaping my throat. Gently, big hands clasped my thighs, holding them open under gaze.
“Let me see,” came that raspy whisper. And positioning my hips perfectly, lifting my ass a bit, those blue eyes looked deep within, owning every inch of pussy acreage. I’ve never felt so exposed, yet so beautiful at once.
A low growl rang out from his chest then, a rumbling bark of approval.
“It’s there,” he rasped. “It’s absolutely there. You should see what I see, Beth, so perfect, glistening and pure.”
I mewled under his hands, blooming like a flower. Oh god. His hands were so hot on my skin, so strong. His touch made my slit drip even more, I could feel it, the sopping wetness, the overwhelming pleasure. Moaning like a whore, I beckoned to him once more.
“More, Mr. Carlton,” the whisper rose from my lips. “More.”
And the billionaire responded.
“Goddamn, Beth. Goddamn.” He came closer, leaning towards my heat, the steaming folds that welcomed him. “I have to taste it.” And before I could react, his tongue was on me. A long, exploratory lick that made me cry out from pleasure, laving over my lips and nub. Oh god! Oh god oh god! Hot jolts shot straight through my cunt, making me writhe and mewl, welcoming the taste and touch of this man.
“Yes,” came my involuntary cry. “Yes!”
And Mason didn’t disappoint. He tongued my twat again, licking ravenously over my lips while savoring that female nectar. The sucking sound was unbelievable, raw and liquid.
“So sweet,” came a growl from my wet recesses. “So fucking sweet.”
And then it happened. Mr. Carlton didn’t just taste my labia a couple times, biting at my sensitive nub. The big man was intent on sampling everything, and what the CEO wants is what the CEO gets. Forming his tongue into a point, he slid it deep up my vaginal channel until it pressed against my hymen, trailing against the rubbery barrier.
“Oh God!” I threw my head back and panted, rotating my hips and moaning with pleasure as he licked again and again, loving my insides. It was indescribable, so naughty and wrong, and yet so right.
And the sight threw me over the edge. Looking down, Mr. Carlton’s dark head between my legs, tasting my most intimate spot, made me scream and shudder uncontrollably, calling out his name.
“Unnnh! Mason!” I cried, grabbing his shoulders, small hands squeezing at the broad frame. “Unnh, oh god!”
“Come for me,” he rasped into my folds. “Come with my tongue stuffed in your wet pussy.”
And I could only obey. For the first time in my life, I came at the hands of a man. Or more accurately, at the tongue of a man, his mouth buried in my cunt, riding the tremors as an earthquake shook my frame.
Because it was absolutely incredible, hard spasms raging through my snatch, internal muscles going crazy as I cried out over and over again.
“Oh god, Mason! Oh god!”
Trembling like a madwoman, I grabbed the arms of the chair as spasm after spasm wracked my body, a doll in heat. But the big man rode my ecstasy like a pro. With his tongue planted firmly deep inside, he growled as I thrashed on his face, pussy folds clamping and clasping, almost pushing him out. But Mason Carlton is an experienced alpha and he kept his footing, drinking the heavy juices, letting them glide down his throat.
“Fuuuck,” came his harsh rasp deep within my cunt. “Fuck fuck.”
And I collapsed then, my sweetness spent and swollen.
“Ohhh,” came my breathless moan. “Oh god.”
Slowly, Mr. Carlton raised his head. A gasp escaped me then because it was so dirty. The bottom half of the billionaire’s face was soaked with my juices, shiny and wet. And yet those blue eyes bored into me, gleaming, the alpha completely unembarrassed.
“Yeah, I like it like that,” he growled. “You taste sweet, baby girl. Real sweet, like strawberries.”
And I gasped then because I’d eaten strawberries after dinner last night. How did the billionaire know? Was he so familiar with women that he could taste their diet while mouthing pussy cum?
But there was no time because jolting to my feet, I began grabbing clothes right and left, scrambling to get dressed.
“Oh god,” was my pant. “Oh god, oh god.”
Because what had I just done? I’d let the CEO of the company taste my private parts for three thousand dollars. It was wrong, absolutely wrong. Money for a lick of my virginal hymen, cold hard cash for innocence.
But at the same time, it didn’t feel wrong. Because as I grabbed at my clothes, those blue eyes ran over my body, searing my skin once more. And shamefully, heat coursed through my veins again, making my pussy drip like a leaky
faucet.
“In a rush baby girl?” the CEO drawled, sprawled in the chair like nothing was wrong. “Got somewhere to go?”
God help me, but those patrician nostrils literally flared then, like he could smell the musky cunt aroma rising once more through the air between us.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d just let a strange man taste my innocence, coming on his face like Fourth of July fireworks. I’d gushed so heavily that even now, his chin was shiny and wet with my juices. Worst of all, it’d been for money. I’d done all that for the promise of four figures in my bank account. In a flash, I ran out the door, fleeing like Cinderella … and yet praying for more with this dominating billionaire.
CHAPTER SIX
Beth
I stumbled and almost fell over getting out of the big black town car. The chauffeur leaned forwards just in time to grab my hand, preventing an embarrassing fall.
“Are you all right, Miss?” His brown eyes were kind.
I blushed.
“Yes, thank you.”
Because it was like I was just learning to walk again. Or to walk properly after my mind-blowing orgasm with Mr. Carlton in his office. My legs were trembling and shaky, like a newborn foal, and the slick juices between my thighs felt so strange. I’d never come so hard before, shrieking like a crazy woman.
Oh my god. I still couldn’t believe the things Mr. Carlton did to me. He was so powerful. So commanding and massive. Even though the billionaire was masculine and elegant in those suits he wore so perfectly, no way did I think someone like him—controlled and rich—could make me feel that way, like I was spiraling off into the heavens, losing touch with reality. He’d tongued my pussy until I swear I saw colors that didn’t exist, shapes with no form. The clamp of his big hands on my thighs had made shivers of delight run all through my body as he held me open at the mercy of his mouth.
It felt so good.
Too good.
I stammered my thanks again to the chauffeur and tried to stand on my own two feet, wobbling still.
“Thank you so much for the ride,” was my quiet murmur.
And the chauffeur nodded cheerily.
“You’re welcome, miss. At your service.” He tipped his hat before pulling slowly out into rush hour traffic, disappearing into a swarm of brightly colored cars.
Meanwhile, I stood in front of my apartment building feeling like a new person. New and yet utterly confused because the check from Mr. Carlton was practically burning a hole in my pocket.
He gave me money. For touching and eating my pussy.
And I let him do it.
I screamed and cried out, writhing with ecstasy as his tongue buried itself in me.
What does that make me?
What does that say about me?
Could people tell?
But evidently not because no one walking by even glanced my way. That’s the way the Bronx is sometimes, everyone looking down as they scurry past, eyes on the sidewalk or playing some game on their phone.
But me, I was different. Juices ran down my thigh and everything was sticky in a good way. The dampness beneath my breasts, the heat under my arms. And oh god, the warmth, still burning like a flame deep within my cunt, flickering with life.
What do I do now?
How should I proceed?
Carefully, that was clear. One step at a time, I clutched my bag over my shoulder and crossed the busy sidewalk, wobbling unsteadily. With my key, I unlocked the main door then started the long trudge to the fifth floor.
Every step up emphasized the wetness between my legs, warm and sticky. I paused for a moment, closing my eyes and breathing in, savoring the wind from a small window in the stairwell. Because Mr. Carlton was all I could think about. I wanted to stay longer with him. I wanted him to do more to me. And I knew he wanted more.
But I’d been such a dunce! Running out like a scared virgin, someone who’s never seen dick before. Practically screaming, grabbing all my clothes and dashing to the door. It was embarrassing, so humiliating. And yet, that’s what happened.
Because Mr. Carlton hadn’t been nervous at all. With those bright blue eyes fixed to my curves, he wiped my juices off his chin with the back of his hand, and then sprawled back on a chair.
“You taste good,” came that deep voice. His eyes pinned me in place and I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. “So good that I’m gonna need seconds.”
My eyes flicked down to his crotch. A giant ridge pressed through his slacks. Could it --? Did he want --? It was so big that it frightened me, but excitement coursed through my frame as well. Would it hurt when he put it in me? Even if it did, I was sure it’d be amazing. After all, this was a man who knew what he was doing, with magic at his fingertips.
Confident.
Powerful.
Aroused.
I wanted him to take me, right then, right there.
And the more I looked, the bigger the bulge in his pants seemed to get. His eyes were hungry and wild as he stared between my legs, the pink folds still trembling, dripping hotly onto the chair. For sure I thought he was getting ready to take my virginity. I was scared, but excited too. Opening my legs, unconsciously my body beckoned.
But he didn’t do any of that.
“That’s enough of the lesson today, Beth,” came that smooth growl. With gentle hands, the CEO slowly pushed my thighs back together and helped me sit up. My bare ass squeaked against the leather of the chair as I slipped and slid in my own cum. That smirk got deeper. “It was a good lesson, sweetheart. Very informative. Thank you, baby girl, well done.”
The way he called me “baby girl” and “sweetheart” made my heart flutter.
And the big man was tempted definitely. He looked me up and down, eyes caressing my breasts, sliding to the vee between my thighs.
Take me, I silently begged, legs spreading on their own once more, everything going hot. Please, yes.
What was he waiting for?
I was ready and willing, wasn’t that obvious?
But this wasn’t the time because with a sudden movement, he turned and quickly started to pack up my books, shoving them into my bag.
What? What was wrong? Didn’t Mason want me anymore?
I scrambled off the chair and grabbed my skirt because it was the closest thing. Hands trembling with rejection, my legs slid through the opening. But when I went to pick up my panties off the floor, Mr. Carlton beat me to it. The billionaire scooped the lace into one big hand, lifting them to his nose before licking the crotch.
Holy fuck.
Do alphas do that?
Was this a scene from some porn flick?
I gasped, eyes goggling.
But Mason wasn’t bothered at all. He grinned, shooting a sly smile my way.
“Tastes sweet, baby girl. Real sweet. I think I’ll keep these. Until next time, little girl.”
Next time? My heart thumped with a mixture of joy and shock. He wanted a next time with me? What the hell? What the hell?
Oh god, yes.
The billionaire grinned knowingly then.
“Let’s say tomorrow. Same time and place?” he quirked an eyebrow, like I had a choice. “Right now, a car is waiting downstairs to take you home. So scoot, sweet thing. Don’t make them wait.”
And like a dazed angel, I left, floating on clouds, my feet moving of their own accord.
Because what just happened?
Oh my god, was that really me?
The slutty girl?
It all took place over an hour ago, and yet I was still quivering.
But this was no dream. In a daze, I stumbled to the couch and pulled out Mr. Carlton’s check from my skirt pocket.
Three thousand dollars.
I’d never seen that much money before. The check so light in my hand, ephemeral really. How could this represent three thousand dollars? My fingers traced over the pricey, cream colored paper. Even Mason’s signature looked expensive, precise and elegant.
Was this real
? I mean yes, of course, the check was real.
But more importantly, did that really happen? And was I going in for seconds tomorrow?
Because Mason Carlton can get any woman he wants. Virgin or not. All he has to do is crook a finger and smile, ladies swoon in an instant. So why me?
My hands trembled and the check fluttered between my fingers like some kind of trapped bird. Was I a whore now? Did whores like what they did? Maybe secretly, deep inside?
Thoughts swirled through my brain, a haze of colors that were beautiful, yet made no sense.
Because why would the billionaire want someone like me?
Why would he crave my curvy body, and ask me back again?
Surely, it wasn’t to learn about virginity.
That made no sense.
And yet … it hadn’t felt wrong. Not in my heart of hearts.
Yes, Mason gave me money. But with him, the contact was like electricity humming through my entire body. I felt alive and sexy with the billionaire, every cell on fire. I didn’t think it was possible. Not with the way I was raised.
Suddenly, the past crashed into my thoughts like a cannonball going through a brick wall. Oh god, my past. My body slumped into the sofa, the jolt of adrenaline gone.
Because my father would think I was crazy for doing any of this. He raised me to be chaste and pure, all a part of his evangelical upbringing.
He would hate me now, for sure, because my mom ran off with another man when I was a baby and left him broken hearted and angry. And as a result, I was supposed to know nothing about sex. Nothing. Nada. When sex ed class rolled around in junior high, I was excused per my father’s demands. George White wanted nothing of the kind for his daughter.
So everything I found out about sex, I learned from reading romance novels, as silly as that sounds. Yes, from Fabio and my imagination, maybe with a bit of porn thrown in. My father didn’t want anything to do with teaching me the facts of life. George probably figured I’d be just like mom and run off with the first big dick that could satisfy me. That’s what he said anyway on one of those drunken nights when he sobbed out mom’s name while clutching a cheap bottle of booze, slumped on our living room couch.
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