“A pretty kick-ass payment processor?”
“Well, yeah, but this is revolutionary, Mason. This could be worth a ton of money!”
He grins. “That’s the goal. Millionaire by twenty-three, what do you think?”
I slowly shake my head. “Think higher.”
“Oh c’mon.” He frowns. “Wait, you think?”
“Mason, I’m talking billions. You’re sitting on what could be the next Paypal.”
He whistles lowly. “Billions?”
“I’m not even trying to puff you up here!” I laugh. “Mason, this is freaking incredible!”
He grins, and when he spins me around to face him in his lap, I bite my lip and look into his eyes. “Okay, I knew you were good with computers and stuff, but this is something else entirely.”
“Well, guess I’m just full of surprises then.”
“Yeah,” I purr. “Yeah, you are.”
I lean in and kiss him, and it’s meant to be a quick peck, but it suddenly turns deeper. I moan as his tongue finds mine, and my pulses quickens as his hands slide over me. Slowly, I pull back, biting my lip.
“So, go back to you fantasizing about me…”
He chuckles. “When, back in high school?”
“Uh-huh,” I whisper.
He grins. “You want specifics?”
I blush. “Maybe.”
“Naaah,” he chuckles. “I don’t think you could handle that.”
I laugh. “Try me!”
“You don’t want to know.”
I grin hungrily at him, and when I feel his cock swelling between my legs, I shiver. “Yes, I do,” I say huskily. “I want to know all of it.”
“Do you now?” he growls. “Well, I used to sit right here in this chair, and I’d try and imagine you on your knees, with those fucking lips wrapped around my cock.”
Heat blazes through me, imagining a slightly younger Mason stroking his huge cock and wishing it was me. It’s naughty, but goddamn is it hot and thrilling to think about.
“What,” I whisper thickly. “Like this?”
I slide off his lap, and before he can react, I’m reaching for his belt. I look up at him with fire in my eyes as I open his belt, and then his zipper. I tug his shorts down, and then hook my fingers into his boxers.
“Shit, Layla,” he growls.
“This what you imagined, Mason?” I whisper. I tug his boxers down, and I gasp when his fat cock springs free. I grip it, and with my eyes locked on his, I lean in and give it a long, slow lick. He groans in pleasure, and his hand slides into my hair. He grips my hair, and I moan at the control he takes, and I slide my wet lips over his swollen head.
Mason hisses, and I whimper around his fat cock as I swallow as much of it as I can into my throat. I bob on his cock, and I slurp loudly. I get nasty on his cock, sucking wetly and loudly and slurping on him like a porn star. His jaw drops, and his look of pure unbridled lust spurs me on. I stroke him and play with his balls while I slobber on his cock, until finally I pull away with a wet pop.
“Like that?” I breathe.
“No,” he growls. “Not like that.”