Page 28 of Meet Mason, the Billionaire

“Oh, yes Sir…” she purred. Megan rose to her feet and held her bound hands out to me, waiting for me to untie them. I put my hands on my hips and gave her a stern glare.

“What’s the holdup?”

She looked at her wrists in confusion, and then her smile widened. “Not going to make it easy on me, are you?”

“Would you want it any other way?” I asked, quite sincerely. Whatever she wanted would be hers, I decided then and there. If she asked for my still-beating heart I would rip it out of my chest.

In response, her eyes narrowed, and she bit her lower lip. She came in close to me, looking almost domestic as she unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way down. When my bare chest was revealed, she leaned in and deposited a soft kiss on it.

My heart thudded a bit louder. I wanted her so bad. She was like a drug, and I was an addict in need of a fix. But I had to make myself wait. Megan was clearly enjoying this game, and I wanted her to have the best time possible.

Megan tugged my shirt fully open and kissed my pecs. She worked her way over to my nipple and licked it. I chuckled, and she favored me with a grin. She kissed her way down my taut belly and went after my belt.

“What are you doing?” I snapped.

She jerked to a halt and looked up at me in query.

“I’m still wearing my shirt. You impatient little minx, trying to get at my cock before I’m good and ready for you to have it.”

“Sorry, Sir,” she said, walking around behind me. She awkwardly reached up with her tied hands and pulled my shirt loose from one shoulder, and then the other. I straightened my arms out to assist.

She very carefully draped my shirt over the arm of the sofa and then came around to my front. Megan untied my shoes and carefully removed them before going after my belt.

She undid my button and slid the pants down. I stepped out of them, and she picked them up and folded them over on her arm, depositing them on the chair where her discarded towel still lay.

Then she returned to me, and dropped to her knees. She licked the crown of my member, and I was rock hard by the third stroke of her soft, pink tongue.

“Good girl,” I rumbled, putting my hand on the back of her head.

“Oh!” she gasped, eyes squeezing shut. Her body shivered, and I smelled her warm, dripping cunt all the clearer. “Say that again.”

“Good girl, Megan,” I said softly. She took the tip inside her mouth and I lost the ability to speak for a moment. My eyes watered with the effort not to blow my load into her immediately.

“You’re so good… at sucking my cock.”

It was a strain to hold on, but she was clearly enjoying herself. She lifted her hands to cradle my balls while she took more of my length inside of her. Megan looked so beautiful, so perfect, dedicated to her craft on her knees.

Craft? I should have said art. I did my damndest, but I was about to explode.

“I’m about—to—” I couldn’t form the words. I waited for her to get off of me, so I could release my load at last, but she suddenly forced me down her throat. The sounds she made were just beautiful. I came at last, and she sputtered a bit but took every last drop.

Megan pulled off of me, her face shining with sweat, eyes a perfect shade of umber.

“Did I do a good job, Sir?”

“Yes,” I said. I grabbed the tie and unwrapped it from her wrists. “You did a very good job. You deserve a reward.”

I was totally going to eat her pussy again. But she had other ideas.

“Can I sit in your lap, Sir?” She purred.

What was I going to do, say no to an offer like that? My granddaddy didn’t raise a fool.

I sat down on the sofa, the leather feeling strange on my bare buttocks. She straddled me, holding her pussy lips open with one hand while her other rested on my shoulder.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she slid down my cock. A strained gasp escaped her lips as she took it all in. She felt amazing on the inside, soft and warm and slippery for me. Just for me. I felt so amazingly special that this woman, this magnificent, brilliant woman, chose me out of the other five billion men on the planet.

Her eyes snapped open, but remained half-lidded. She gyrated her hips like a strip club professional, and I moaned at how amazing it felt.

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