But my girl didn’t believe it. She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand, eyes sparkling.
“You are not a jerk. What you are is a kind man. Look how good you’ve been to me.” She put her fork down and pointed things out on each finger. “First, you’re helping me with rent. I appreciate that a lot Mason, especially since I’m here with you all the time.”
But before I could say anything, Beth continued.
“Second,” she said, taking a deep breath, “you’re helping with tuition. Again, I appreciate the gesture because there’s no reason you should, except from the kindness of your heart.”
I tried to interrupt once more, but the girl wouldn’t let me.
“And finally,” she finished, “you support my dreams. Never once have you scorned my desire to be a writer. You’ve never looked down on me, saying this or that is impossible. Instead, you support me wholeheartedly, and I appreciate that a lot,” she breathed, looking me in the eye. “More than you realize.”
Well damn. If that wasn’t the most heartfelt speech ever. If I had to guess, the little girl was falling in love, if she wasn’t head over heels already.
But that was the thing. Beth didn’t really know me at all, not really. Tuition? Rent? Please, that shit was a drop in the bucket next to my billions. Plus, if she wanted to be a writer, I’d buy a publishing house to make it happen. Just a couple calls, and she’d be an acclaimed author, winning literary prizes right and left. It was that easy.
So I was direct.
“You don’t know me,” I rumbled again in warning. “Not really.”
She waved those small hands airily. “No, I know you.” And with another sexy smile, the curvy girl got up from the table and came around to climb in my lap. “I know you’re something special.” Her lips brushed my cheek, my chin, then finally my mouth. She tasted delicious, one hundred percent female. “You’re all I want, Mason. Everything I’ve ever wanted.”
But the situation was dangerous. Because I’m a bastard of the worst sort, one who’s screwed over hundreds of people.
I care only about myself.
Beth just didn’t know.
And goddamn, but I’m such an ass for using her.
In these past two months, I’ve become addicted to the curvy girl. The way she smells. The taste of her personal honey, the feel of her nipples on my tongue. Her light, chiming laughter, lifting my soul after a long day. How she could make me smile, when I hadn’t had a reason to smile for hours.
And reading my mind, Beth rubbed her breasts against my chest and lowered her lips to mine so that we shared the same heated air.
“You hear me, Mason Carlton? I love being with you,” she whispered against my lips.
Bingo.
Game over.
We were officially done with dinner.
Groaning long and deep, I grabbed that female to me, standing with her form heavy in my arms. Fuck, I loved the solid weight of the girl, all luscious thickness. With Beth, I was with a real woman, passionate and giving, one hundred percent mine.
What the hell did I do to deserve someone like this?
I don’t deserve Beth, that’s the truth.
But she didn’t know.
“Mason, I need you!” the woman moaned, writhing and gyrating in my arms. Fuck, the scent of that hot cunt practically turned me into a madman, testosterone on high. And blindly, I stumbled to the bedroom, our mouths fused the entire way, unable to get enough.
When did this happen?
How?
Just a few months ago, I was a cynical CEO with money to burn and dirty depraved habits. Now, I felt like a completely different guy. Still dirty and depraved for sure, but all of that focused on one sweet, innocent girl.
What did she do to deserve this?
Nothing.
Beth was an unsuspecting victim, caught in the crosshairs of a fire fight.
She just didn’t know it yet.
But right now, I wanted the sweet female’s body, and nothing was gonna stop me.
Dropping her on the coverlet, my eyes ran hot and bothered all over that curvy form.
“On your hands and knees baby girl,” came my raspy command. “Face down, ass up.”
And in a flash, she was out of her clothes, boobies swaying, cunt so ripe. That giant rump lifted into the air, white cheeks parting as her knees spread.
My cock jerked stiffly, the cum beginning to drip like a faucet.
Because there it was. The answer to my dreams. That sweet, wet snatch so puffy and pink, the hole blinking and winking, baiting my dick.
Except I wanted more this time.
“Sweetheart, do you think you can take me back here?” I asked, trailing one finger through her ass cheeks, my fingertip resting against her sensitive pleats. “Right here, baby girl?”
Beth gasped and turned to look at me over her shoulders, brown eyes wide. Her mouth opened and closed without words, vocal cords frozen. Because yeah, I’ve played with her asshole. I’ve stroked it multiple times, even pushed my tongue into that secret chamber, making the girl come with my tongue up her butt. But anal sex, dick in her bottom hole? No, we haven’t done that yet.