Blake and Cassie stepped out of the grand ballroom: the venue for the yearly fundraiser luncheon for the treatment of cancer, which Carter Industries had been involved with for many years. It was after six late afternoon on a Thursday.
“Good evening, Mr. Carter,” a reporter all but jumped right in front of them from nowhere with his phone poised on Blake’s face. “Are we expecting another marriage of two heirs soon?” He dashed a quick smile at Cassie.
“You just stay tuned.” Blake patted the reporter on the shoulder. “We shall see.”
“Mr. Carter…Mr. Carter,” another reporter appeared, a lady. “Please, can you confirm it….”
“Goodnight everyone,” he waved his hand in the air, taking Cassie’s hand firmly in his. The duo, with their signature grins, simply walked away.
“That was perfect.” She looked into his eyes. “I mean, the way you handled the reporters.
“I don’t know,” he sighed audibly. “Those guys are always eager to speculate about all my movements.”
“Don’t mind them, I enjoyed myself though,” Cassie said, beaming. “I’m happy I came.”
That was Cassie’s first time attending the yearly event. Blake had insisted she must come with him. And since she was free, she tagged along.
“Remember, I promised you would enjoy yourself,” he flashed back a smile at her, squeezing her hand.
Jeff saw them and he quickly opened the car door for Cassie first and then the other side for Blake.
As they settled down in the luxurious car, Blake looked into Jeff’s eyes in the mirror and said, “Cassie’s apartment, please.”
“Yes, sir,” the driver nodded and backed out of the parking lot.
The driver turned off the road twenty-five minutes later and drove down a long driveway leading to one of Cassie’s luxurious estates, where she lived. Jeff stopped the car in front of the ten storey building where Cassie’s penthouse was.
“I’ll get it,” Blake told Jeff not to bother coming down to open the door. He quickly rushed out and went to the other side to open the car door for Cassie.
He closed the door as Cassie came out of the car and bent his head to talk to Jeff.
Blake brought out his wallet and flicked out one of his cards. “Here, Jeff, go get yourself dinner and come back to pick me up in two hours. Call me when you get back here.” He gave him the instruction and straightened up to his height.
“Yes, Mr. Carter,” Jeff collected the card.
Blake took Cassie’s hand, and they walked down the gravel path to the elevator. Blake turned to her the moment they walked into her cozy living room.
“Come here!” he said, hazy with need. His voice was low and rough as he pinned her back against the wall. “I have been dying to kiss you all day.”
He grabbed her face and tilted her head back as he pressed his lips to hers. A moan spilled from Cassie’s throat and she wrapped her arms around his neck, arching into his body to accept his tender, wet kiss. He parted her mouth with his tongue, sliding deep and deeper into the recess of her mouth.
It had only been three weeks after their debut sex and he already know he now had a sure plug for his sexual release.
“Mmmm, Cassie,” his hands ran down from her face along her shoulders down to her hips, pinning her to the wall as his kiss grew wild and fierce.
“Blake,” his mouth stifled her moan, pleasure curling up her spine. His huge bulge nudged hard against her thighs.
“Can you feel how hard you’ve made me?” He gripped her hips, still kissing the hell out of her.
“Fuck me now,” she moaned, bitting his bottom lip. “I need you inside me, Blake, please.”
He broke the kiss, “oh yeah, you have to be patient.” In one easy motion, Blake scooped her up in his arms and walked towards the hall that led to her bedroom.
Cassie’s veins popped with anticipation and arousal as he carried her down the long hallway. That was the second time they would have sex since the hotel room rendezvous. And she knew she didn’t make a mistake going after him.
He set her on her feet in her bedroom and they both hurriedly got each other’s clothes off in a haze of passion.
He set her in the middle of the bed and crawled over her body. He seized her mouth with a kiss, then his lips moved to her neck. He nibbled her ear. Then to each of her breasts, suckling them one after the other. He licked her skin from the middle of her breasts down her body. He growled his pleasure as he moved down her body.
“Ohhh,” Cassie’s breathing became more labored. “Yessss,” she hissed as he kissed right to her shaved glistening pussy.
He slid his tongue between her pussy lips, licking the length of her slit.
“Damn,” she snarled. “You know how to treat a girl’s honey pot, sugar.”
He sucked on her swollen flesh, and her body thrashed around from side to side.
“Make me come…make me come,” she howled.
He did her bidding and plunged his tongue into her sopping wet channel.
“Yes, yes, oh yes!” she squealed. “You are going to make me come. Oh yes Blake, you are going to make…”
She couldn’t finish her sentence. A delirious electric shock shot through her body and she came into his mouth. He started licking her clit and pussy in a frenzy, feasting on her delicious cunt juice.
“Are you ready for me?” He asked, panting when he lifted his face away from her crotch. His lips were wet with her juices.
“God, I am so ready,” she fixed her smoldering gaze on him. “Give it to me, Mr. Screwdriver.”
He chuckled and rubbed the tip of his cock around her entrance before slotting it in ever so gently.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You are so fucking wet. He fucked her with slow, deep thrusts.
“Do it harder…faster,” she ran her hands down his spine. “Give it to me harder, do that pussy harder.”