Chapter 89: Mason Hunter; Arriving With Two Women.
“Are you ready?”
Cheryl’s voice broke Mason’s thought as he adjusted his tie. He turned to face her and chuckled
“You look so hot,” he said, approaching her.
Cheryl was dressed in a blue gown, her cleavage showing just a little, her stomach protruding a lot. She placed a hand on his shoulder, tilting her head
“You like what you see?” she teased, batting her eyelashes.
“Actually, I do” he said, pulling her closer. His hands slid down to her butt and be squeezed it.
She bit her lip as her hand traveled into his pants, finding him hard and ready. One thing he loved about Cheryl was her reliability–she was always eager to please him, unbike someone else. He frowned.
Ivy
He shoved the thought away, focusing on Cheryl But he couldn’t. Ivy had been on his mind constantly, climbing her into the depth of his brains. God, he just wish he could fuck her dirty sharp mouth till she
+ way
“What’s wrong?” Cheryl asked, breaking his thoughts, her eyes studying him.
Her hand was no longer in his pants, and he hadn’t even noticed. To avoid confrontation—because honestly he was starting to get tired of her rants—he kissed her,
He took her face in his hands, and pushed his tongue into the inside of her mouth. She held onto him, her stomach leaving a small distance between them.
“Fuck me, Mason,” Cheryl whispered, her eyes already glinting with passion.
“Just what I like,” he chuckled, turning her over.
He placed her against the bed, and she held the bed frame. He unzipped her gown and watched as it fell, revealing her body From the back, when he couldn’t see her stomach or her oversized, always–sore breast, she was way hotter
He tapped her ass, as he unbuckled his belt. She moaned when he slid inside her.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned, pounding into her.
One advantage of her being pregnant was that he didn’t have to use condoms anymore. He moved faster, deeper, finding her wetness
Cheryl gripped the bed, her breathing unsteady. “I’m coming!” she cried out.
“Don’t. I’m still far away,” he gritted, but it was too late.
He felt the warm gush of her release that forced his dick out. She collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily.
Mason stood there, his dick still hard, watching as she stood up.
“Daddy isn’t done yet?” she asked, her eyes darting to his dick.
It was ironic. Back when they were sneaking around behind Ivy’s back, Cheryl wouldn’t even look at his cock. Now, she played with it like they were old friends.
“Far from it,” he replied, hiding his frustration.
“Well then,” she smirked, getting on her knees. “Good thing I have another opening”
She took him into her mouth, making him moan. This wasn’t entirely what he wanted, but it would do. He played with her hair, thrusting deep. She held his thigh, gagging at his length.
He didn’t care. It was her fault for always getting tired. He pushed harder. Again. Until he spilled all over her face.
“That was pretty aggressive,” she said, frowning as he helped her to her feet.
“I just couldn’t get enough of you,” he murmured, kissing her forehead–just the way she liked.
She smiled, leaning in for a kiss
He stopped her halfway. “Go wash up.”
She hesitated but didn’t argue. She walked into the bathroom while he turned to the mirror, checking himself out.
He was packing, and he loved that about hims Successfully unlocked! beautiful, and even in its relaxed state, it was
majestic
He pleased everybody with his cock–and money–except Ivy. He couldn’t control her with both. She always had something to say, always holding him accountable.
His dick jerked as he thought of her—her newly found boldness, her body. And then anger simmered as he realized Silas
Stone was the one touching her now
His fists curled. And before he destroyed the mirror, he walked away from it, just as Cheryl got out of the bathroom. “Your turn, babe” she said, dabbing her hair with a towel
He took a quick shower, letting the cold water cool his temper. When he returned to dress, Cheryl began her daily
“You still haven’t said anything about the wedding,” she said, styling her hair in front of the mirror.
Mason rolled his eyes inwardly “Soon, babe Lalready told you to be patient ”
She dropped the comb and faced him. “That’s what you’ve been saying for a week, Mason. Our son will be out soon Do you want him illegitimate?”
“But he won’t be Mason said, moving closer. “You’re my fiancee now, not my girlfriend.”
Cheryl turned back to the minor, picking up the comb. “But it’s not the same. You’re either married or not. There’s no in- between
Mason felt the anger in his chest, but he forced a smile. “You don’t even have a wedding dress yet.”
She turned again, this time frowning. “You promised to speak to Francis Laurent after fucking Ivy ruined everything”
Mason held his smile. “I did. But you know my mom had to heal after that event.”
She tapped the table impatiently. “That’s not a good reason. It’s almost like you’re stalling”
Mason sighed and bent to kiss her shoulders. There was no point arguing—because he was going to lose regardless. And if he insisted, she would flare up and start to cry, and right now, he couldn’t afford that. Not when he had somewhere important to be.
He kissed her forehead, and felt her relax
“You worry too much,” he whispered in her ear. “Didn’t I propose when you wanted me to? Don’t worry–I’ll marry you. It’s going to be grand. The talk of the town.”
She laughed, pleased. “Bigger than Ivy’s?”
“Way bigger,” he promised, kissing her lightly on the lips. “Now get dressed. We don’t want to keep Olivia Teller waiting.”
She nodded, returning to style her hair. Mason left her at the table and went to dress.
Some minutes later, they were out the front door.
“Take us to Elite gardens, Mason instructed his driver as he opened the door for Cheryl.
“I don’t understand why we have to pick her up from home,” Cheryl muttered.
Mason didn’t have to pick Olivia, but what better way to be the talk of the media than arriving with two women?
“We’re doing her a favor,” he said instead, rubbing her thigh. “She doesn’t know how this world works. Since we’re working together, I have to introduce her gently.”
Cheryl’s lips curled “Like a babysitter?”
He ignored her and removed his hand. He won’t have her insult his plans. He avoided her purposely until they arrived at Olivia’s house.
Olivia was already waiting on her porch, dressed in a black gown with a high slit. Her hair was styled, her skin radiant.
Mason’s eyes lingered on the exposed skin.
“Good evening. Mason, Olivia greeted, her cheeks turning pink.
“Hey, Olivia. Please join us,” he said, gesturing to the front seat. He wanted to get down and open the door, but he didn’t want to deal with Cheryl’s rants.
Olivia sauntered into the car, and he swallowed. Damn, she smelled nice.
“Let’s go,” he told his driver.
He didn’t introduce either woman, he just let the silence grow. But he could feel Cheryl seething beside him.
At the venue, Mason stepped out first and opened the door for both ladies.
Camera flashes erupted from everywhere, as he led them in, he let his hand fall on Olivia’s butt
Once inside, he whispered to Cheryl, “Enjoy yourself,” and kissed her forehead.
Then he led Olivia toward the outdoor bar
“Vodka on the rocks,” he told the bartender, pulling a seat for her
“Thank you,” she smiled, blushing hard
Her exposed thigh made him instantly hard, and the thought of exploring them, of dipping two fingers inside her thrilled
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him
He leaned in, dropping his hand on her thigh. He felt her shiver as he rubbed them gently
He was about to move further when a familiar figure caught his eyes.
“Ivy?” His voice sharpened “What are you doing here?”
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