Impressing the Clients

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Mason's POV

I waited her to say or do something. But she just sat there, clearly thinking deeply of something. "What's on your mind?" I asked her. "You. And Marco," she bravely answered. Okay, she's still drunk. But at least she's honest.

"What about us?" I asked her as I grabbed my glass of water and drank. Her eyes followed the movement of my Adam's apple as I gulped my water. "I'm done pretending," she said as she stood up and walked up to me. "Pretending what?" I asked her as I watched her move closer to me.

"That I don't want you," she straddled me and kissed me open mouthed.

What the fuck did just happen? How did she go from she don't wanna be with us to fucking sitting on me?

I immediately responded to her kisses. I sucked her tongue as she asked for entrance and I guided her hips to grind against my crotch. She just moaned in approval. Fucking, yes! Finally.

I was shocked when she bit my lower lip hard, gaining a loud groan from me. She started to unbutton my shirt while we devoured each other's mouth. I grasped her hands and stopped her, "are you fucking sure?" She just nodded, bit her lip seductively and resumed removing my shirt.

Motherfucker, yes! I was gonna make her fucking scream.

I reached for the ribbon of her robe and pulled its end. The robe came undone in no time and fell to the floor, her breasts were now fully shown. She was only left with her lacy underwear. So fucking beautiful. I held both of her breasts in my palms and fondled it. She let me fucking touch her, "Mason," she moaned out my name.

"Paula, I've been wanting to do this since I met you," I admitted lowly as my mouth slowly went down her neck and yearned to taste her rosebuds. "Show me now, then. Everything you wanted to do to me, fucking show me," she challenged me.

I was stopped at my tracks. Oh, Paula, you did not just say that.

I looked into her eyes, lust and dominance stirring up inside me. "Be careful what you fucking wish for, love. I don't know if I can be gentle," I bit her lip.

"I'm counting on it," she bravely said and bit my lip back. That's it, that flipped me, no more holding back.

I slapped her exposed ass cheeks, earning a resounding approval from her, "fuck, yes." I went for her neck and sucked hard as I squeezed her fucking perfect ass. My cock was twitching, itching to be inside her fucking pussy.

I swiped my plate to the side, making enough empty space at the table in front of me. Time for dessert. I abruptly carried her from my lap to the table. She was sitting wide open in front of me. Her legs were both on my sides. My lips and teeth never left her neck until I marked her. I went down further and sucked her titties. Fucking delicious than I ever imagined. Her scent was so intoxicating. "Sir," she whispered and all the possible evil things I want to do her came to mind. She's really fucking testing me.

I looked at her as I bit her nipple and fondled with her other breast. "Let's get you out of this fucking underwear," I ripped her lace underwear, "it's keeping my dessert away from me." She let out a surprised gasp as her underwear was torn and ruined, little did she know I'd ruin her too.

I circled my finger around her aching core, testing her patience a little bit. Her hips followed the movement of my finger around her pussy, clearly frustrated. "Please, sir," she pleaded as she bit her lip.

I slipped one finger inside her slowly as I watched her reaction. "Hmm, love, you're so wet, is this for me?" I whispered against her ears. "Yes, sir. For you," she responded in between her moans.