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scream.”
He looked miserable, worked to adjust his growing cock. “Let’s go,” he said, “it’s time for you to spend some time at my house.”
They drove toward the ocean, through canyons and up winding hills, along roads that twisted and narrowed. The avenues were lined with mansions, mostly in the Mediterranean style and built with fortunes amassed before the crash of the stock market in the nineteen twenties.
She drove fast, taking the curves without slowing down, the Mercedes handled like a dream. Some days she jumped in the sleek convertible and drove for hours along the Pacific Coast Highway, listening to music she remembered from her childhood. She listened to Pearl Jam mostly; they’d been her mother’s favorite band and tears coursed down her face as she raced along in her own little world.
“Great car, you might want to slow down a bit,” Bly said. “I never imagined you as reckless, but the E550 V8 has a lot of power and you handle it well.”
“I work hard and forgo a lot of pleasures; driving fast gives me some release.”
He directed her to a wide street shaded by ancient palm trees and lined with waterfront estates. She turned in to a stone-paved driveway and approached an ornate security gate; he gave her a code to punch in. The house was a turn of the century Italianate mega-mansion sitting high on a bluff. It was an American palace, fit for the man who controlled most of the printed words that were read around the globe.
They stopped near the front steps and when they got out, Charlotte could smell and hear the ocean crashing nearby, salty and untamed.
West waited by the iron and glass front doors and greeted her coolly as they approached.
“Cozy little house,” she said, as she walked through a dozen magnificent rooms. “Your head of security’s not the warm and fuzzy type, is he?”
“He’s not meant to be, I pay him well to be hyper-vigilant.”
He pulled her against him and kissed her face and neck, placed her hand on his rock-hard cock. He found her lips and their tongues moved together, twisting and sucking before he tore away from her and led her up the wide, ornate staircase. In his bedroom he kicked the door shut and was on his knees before her. He pushed up her short, silk skirt and buried his face against her crotch as his fingers went to her panties.
“Always so wet and ready for me, fuck! You’re in my head nonstop, I’m like a teenage boy, my cock stays hard all the time.”
She moaned as she listened to him and he stripped her panties down as his tongue licked and prodded her soft folds.
With one hand he held her firmly against his probing tongue while the other removed her shoes. His hand struggled with her tiny panties and she groaned and stepped out of them.
She was breathing hard, her hands in his hair, her hips thrust forward.
His full mouth devoured her, his tongue found her clit, sucking, driving her to the brink of madness. His finger worked to open her, “spread your legs, Charlotte,” he said, his voice raspy.
She trembled as she did and looking down at him her heart beat wildly as she closed her eyes and pushed against his fingers.
He slid one into her and looked up at her, a smile of triumph in his eyes. “Good, baby. We’re so good together.”
She was overcome then, looking into his eyes as he worked a second finger into her. She loved the sound of his deep, confident voice. She
He looked miserable, worked to adjust his growing cock. “Let’s go,” he said, “it’s time for you to spend some time at my house.”
They drove toward the ocean, through canyons and up winding hills, along roads that twisted and narrowed. The avenues were lined with mansions, mostly in the Mediterranean style and built with fortunes amassed before the crash of the stock market in the nineteen twenties.
She drove fast, taking the curves without slowing down, the Mercedes handled like a dream. Some days she jumped in the sleek convertible and drove for hours along the Pacific Coast Highway, listening to music she remembered from her childhood. She listened to Pearl Jam mostly; they’d been her mother’s favorite band and tears coursed down her face as she raced along in her own little world.
“Great car, you might want to slow down a bit,” Bly said. “I never imagined you as reckless, but the E550 V8 has a lot of power and you handle it well.”
“I work hard and forgo a lot of pleasures; driving fast gives me some release.”
He directed her to a wide street shaded by ancient palm trees and lined with waterfront estates. She turned in to a stone-paved driveway and approached an ornate security gate; he gave her a code to punch in. The house was a turn of the century Italianate mega-mansion sitting high on a bluff. It was an American palace, fit for the man who controlled most of the printed words that were read around the globe.
They stopped near the front steps and when they got out, Charlotte could smell and hear the ocean crashing nearby, salty and untamed.
West waited by the iron and glass front doors and greeted her coolly as they approached.
“Cozy little house,” she said, as she walked through a dozen magnificent rooms. “Your head of security’s not the warm and fuzzy type, is he?”
“He’s not meant to be, I pay him well to be hyper-vigilant.”
He pulled her against him and kissed her face and neck, placed her hand on his rock-hard cock. He found her lips and their tongues moved together, twisting and sucking before he tore away from her and led her up the wide, ornate staircase. In his bedroom he kicked the door shut and was on his knees before her. He pushed up her short, silk skirt and buried his face against her crotch as his fingers went to her panties.
“Always so wet and ready for me, fuck! You’re in my head nonstop, I’m like a teenage boy, my cock stays hard all the time.”
She moaned as she listened to him and he stripped her panties down as his tongue licked and prodded her soft folds.
With one hand he held her firmly against his probing tongue while the other removed her shoes. His hand struggled with her tiny panties and she groaned and stepped out of them.
She was breathing hard, her hands in his hair, her hips thrust forward.
His full mouth devoured her, his tongue found her clit, sucking, driving her to the brink of madness. His finger worked to open her, “spread your legs, Charlotte,” he said, his voice raspy.
She trembled as she did and looking down at him her heart beat wildly as she closed her eyes and pushed against his fingers.
He slid one into her and looked up at her, a smile of triumph in his eyes. “Good, baby. We’re so good together.”
She was overcome then, looking into his eyes as he worked a second finger into her. She loved the sound of his deep, confident voice. She
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