Hot Sugar

“Are you dressed?” are my clipped words.

“Not now, Mason,” she whispers in the phone. Because Carrie thought I was talking dirty, but it’s not that.

“No, sweetheart. We’re not talking about clothes. I’m coming to get you. We’re gonna look at apartments right now. This is what your sister needs.”

I stride out of my office, glancing at Rachel while waving a hand. She nods. My secretary will hold all calls while I’m gone.

And Carrie laughs then, a joyous, musical sound.

“I’ll see you when you get here,” the brunette murmurs before hanging up.

And in ten minutes, I’ve got my broker waiting, Carrie and Nicole on my arm.

“You ready to see some places?” I ask, eyebrows arched. “You ready to get your socks knocked off?”

Nicole shoots me a toothy grin.

“Yeah! Thanks Mason!” she practically bounces.

The first two apartments are less than stellar, probably only two thousand square feet. Fixing the broker with a stare, I ask for more. And slyly, Gina presses the ‘PH’ button on the elevator, like she was expecting this. Ah, my broker knows me too well.

The doors hiss open to a large open space with hardwood floors and windows lining every wall. The view is breathtaking, with pure, undiluted sunshine streaming through the windows.

Carrie gasps with appreciation, but it’s Nicole that’s confused.

“This is the lobby?” comes her small voice.

The broker shoots me a knowing smile.

“No, honey, this is the apartment,” Gina holds her arms out. “We’re standing in the apartment already.”

Because the penthouse is a full-floor space, the elevators opening straight into the foyer. But Nicole doesn’t get it.

“So anyone can just come up the elevator and come in? There’s no door,” she asks, confused.

But Gina waves a key.

“No, sweetie, I used this. Only you would be able to access this level. It’s all yours,” she states. Nicole gasps as the broker smiles knowingly. “Now let me take you on a tour. It’s absolutely beautiful, top of the line everything.”

And Gina’s not exaggerating. The penthouse is gorgeous, bright and airy with modern amenities, including a chef’s kitchen, two large bedrooms, each with its own en suite. The private rooftop patio is the cherry on top of the sundae.

“No furnishings?” I ask Gina once we’re back in the kitchen area, Carrie and Nicole still gabbing excitedly behind us.

“Whatever you like sir. Right now, it’s empty space, but we could bring in some furniture overnight if you prefer. It’ll be in move-in state tomorrow,” she offers.

Good. This is exactly what the girls need. Or exactly what Nicole needs because I plan on Carrie staying somewhere else.

“Do you like it?” I ask my beautiful brunette. She turns wide brown eyes to me, filled with gratitude and something else. But before the girl can answer, her sister bursts in.

“I like it!” Nicole chirps and I chuckle, giving Gina the thumbs up to start the paperwork.

But something’s bothering my sweet thing.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” I tug at her wrist as she steps out onto the balcony.

“Mason, you know what’s wrong,” she says softly.

“I want you to have the best, sweetheart. What’s wrong with that?” are my rough words.

Turning to face me, she gestures to the view with one hand.

“We can see Central Park from here, Mason. This is crazy,” she murmurs. “It’s too much.”

But it’s not crazy, nor is it too much.

“No sweetheart,” I say in a low voice. “This is perfect for you. You deserve it.” And with that, I pull her into my arms, dipping in for a delicious kiss.

Aw fuck, it’s good. Her response is immediate, those sweet lips parting under mine, giving and full.

“Mason,” she sighs against me, nipples growing hard against my chest. “Oh Mason.”

I grind my hips a little, erection already stiff and hard.

“Fuck,” is my bitten off growl. “Your sister and the broker are still here. Otherwise I’d fuck you right now, out in the open.”

And her cheeks go pink, boobies heaving quickly. But my girl catches on fast.

“I know Mason,” is her whispered admission. “And I’d let you do it, deep in my cunt.”

With that, I’m dumbfounded. Because there’s no more innocent little nothing, making like she doesn’t know. Instead, my cumbucket is admitting the truth. She wants to be my cumslut. She wants to let me fuck her hard, again and again.

Oh shit.

How did things spiral out of control so fast?

I have to be in her.

Now.

But the broker’s voice interrupts our reverie.

“You guys ready to go?” Gina calls. “The sun is setting.”

And with a low growl, I take Carrie’s hand.

“Later sweetheart,” is my rumbled promise. “Later, that sweet puss is getting fucked hard.”

And she blushes again.

“Yes, Mason. Yes, absolutely.”

Oh shit!

But amazingly, we’re able to keep things PG in front of her sister. The ride back to my apartment is quick, just a few minutes in the car. And after a quick tour of my home, I show Nicole to the guest room. Strategically, it’s at the end of the hallway, practically soundproof and blocked by a house plant. The blonde’s blown away at the prospect of having her own room.