Chapter 3 | Kitten-2
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Mason's breath was heavy as he stroked his c**k. His left hand fumbled to turn off the shower.
Behind his half-closed eyes, he saw the girl. The evening dress was discarded; she was completely n***d. He was still in his gym shorts. They were on the balcony. She was smiling and rubbing up against him like an affectionate kitten.
Mr. Kilborne, she purred. Please take me. Now. Her teeth raked over her lower lip and her eyes looked up at him beseechingly. I want you so much.
He held her by the shoulders and pushed her away gently but firmly. Ms. Andrada, he said, I'm afraid I cannot be with a woman who will only f**k me for money.
She threw her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. Her breath tickled his throat as she pleaded, I swear, I don't want your money. I only want you. She pushed her firm, creamy breasts against his chest. He could feel her n*****s turn hard like little rocks against his bare skin. The moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew I could never let any other man touch me.
He slid his hands down her backside and cupped her enticingly rounded a*s cheeks. What about Michael? And all your other clients?
She kissed his throat. Her tongue darted out to lick his flesh from his neck down his chest. I'd rather starve than let another man have me. Her lips closed on one of his n*****s. She let her hot wet tongue swirl around it before she began to lick it, running it up and down the flat of her tongue.
Mason's eyes flew open. He found himself staring at the blue and grey marble tiles of the bathroom wall. His breathing grew faster as he jerked his now-fully engorged d**k.
Bloody hell, he muttered. He hadn't had a woman in far too long. The mess with Cassandra Thorne two weeks ago had left a bad taste in his mouth; he hadn't seen anyone since then. Was he now so sexually starved he was jacking off to every woman he came in contact with?
He shut his eyes again.
In one fluid movement, she was on her knees, dragging his shorts and boxers down his legs.
How huge! she cried out, staring at his p***s in amazement. It stood proud and erect at an angle pointing directly at her face.
Come now, Ms. Andrada. Surely you must have seen many large d***s in your line of work.
I've never seen one as big as this. She looked up at him. Please, let me taste it.
Without waiting for a reply, she grasped his c**k with both hands. She stroked it slowly, lovingly once, twice. Then she licked her lips and stuffed the entire length of his member in her mouth.
Grunting furiously, Mason pressed his left hand on the bathroom wall for support. His right hand moved faster up and down his c**k. He opened his eyes and stared at the white and gold speckled pattern on the marble, but all he could see was the girl. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him, her lips around his shaft.
He stood still, not daring to move. Her head bobbed up and down as her mouth worked up and down his c**k.
Oh kitten, he growled. He squeezed his eyes shut and let the pleasure of his building o****m surge through his body. His sharp cry echoed through the bathroom as he came.
Mason opened his eyes and cleared the images of his fantasy from his mind. He took deep breaths as he turned on the shower.
Christ, he needed to get laid.
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