EroticReverie

Carden Crawford

"Fucking hell" I mutter to myself the second little Mina Mouse is out of the fuking gym, walking her pretty little ass back to her room.

I grab my aching dick, forfeiting the workout to tend to the problem.

Fuck, if Michael knew the urge his little sister just gave me to rip those little panties off her and teach her body a lesson, he'd murder me ten fucking times over. 

"Jesus christ"I groan as I push down the front of my shorts and fist my dick and pump my hand on my cock as I lean against the wall and close  my eyes and start to picture tiny little five foot four Mina riding my fucking cock.

I bust within two god damn minutes, cum pouring down my fucking fist and cock as I picture her pretty pouty lips parting on an orgasm as she cums on my cock. 

Originally, I'd thought arranging Madalyn as my pretend girlfriend to get my old man off my case and hand over the company, was a fucking spectacular idea. But Mina wasn't the mousy little girl she once was. She was nineteen, had a hot little fucking body and I wasn't sure I was going to be able to stop myself from obtaining said body, naked on my fucking bed. 

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"Morning" I say as I sit at the table in a pair of sweats and nothing else. I notice the way her sleepy eyes widen slightly at the sight of me shirtless once again. 

Sure she turned me down last night, and maybe I was misreading that tension last night, but I was never wrong about this shit. I was in for the worlds worst fucking blue balls either way though. My cock twitches at the sight of her messy hair piled on her head, in a pair of leggings and an oversized hoodie, little pink fuzzy slippers on her feet. She looked fucking adorable, and still the most fuckable I've ever seen a woman look. You just want what you can't have, you just want what you can't have I tell myself as she grumbles a good morning and walks to the kitchen. 

"Coffee is there....or you can make an espresso, there's a cappucino machine or the k pods if you want something else like tea or flavored coffee" I say and she sighs. 

"That's it? I figured you'd maybe have a morning barista here to make it for me" she says and I feel my lips twitch.

"I can arrange that if that's what you want princess." I say and she turns her head giving me a little glare.

"it was a joke." she says and I smile slightly.

"hmm" I say and then lift my coffee and turn back to my ipad and scroll through the news. 

With a yawn she pads over in her adorable little slippers and sits at the chair on the side of the table. 

"there's creamers in the fridge, sugar in the cupboard above the coffee maker" I say looking at her black coffee.

She waves a hand. "I'm fine."

I sigh, because there's no way Madalyn drinks her coffee black. With those pink fluffy slippers, she's definitely one of those girls who orders her Starbucks with more sugar than coffee.

"Tell me how you like it." I say, standing, grabbing her cup of coffee and walking it back to the kitchen.

"It's fine the way it is." she argues, turning in her seat as I set her coffee down.

I grab the sugar out, sprinkling just a touch into the coffee because whatever creamer I used would sweeten it enough. 

I walk over to the fridge, and pull out a caramel sea salt creamer and pour a touch of it into her coffee, stirring it as she sighs from the dining area.

I tap the spoon the cup and walk it back over to her.

"Here princess, no apron, but I'm a good barista as any" I say and set her mug down and she rolls her eyes.

"thank you" she mutters.

"Hm, what's that ?" I say cupping a hand to my ear as I sit down. "didn't hear you." I lie and she rolls her pretty blue eyes again.

"fuck off is what I said." she says and I smile wide. 

I did. Right into my fucking fist after you left the room last night little mouse I think to myself. Fucked right off into my god damn hand wishing it was your nice tight warm little cunt. 

"Not a morning person?" I ask with a cock of my brow. 

She grumbles and sips her coffee, then looks at it with surprise, and takes another sip. I smile knowing she likes the flavor and that I've done a small good deed for the day in feeding precious Madalyn Mina Madden an approved cup of coffee. 

"what time are we going to the museum?" she ignores my little teasing and yawns.  I watch her mouth as it opens, her eyes closing. That's a nice fucking mouth. Real nice. My cock twitches as I imagine pumping my fucking cock into it, those hot little lips wrapped nice and -

"Carden?" she interrupts my perverted daydream as I lift my eyes from my little fantasy blow job and look at her as she quirks a brow.

"What time are we going to the museum?" she repeats herself.

"Oh, that" I shrug. "You sure you dont want to do something else?" I ask. 

Her brows pinch. "Like what?" 

"fuck, anything but a museum honestly" I say, scratching my stomach as I lean back. 

she watches my hand and then looks away and sips from her coffee.

"Honestly.....going from a strip club....to a museum...is a bit drastic and not really believable." she says and I smirk slightly. 

"We could always start at a strip club and work our way-"

She cuts me off with  a  fiery little glare.

"Not funny" she says and I smile and throw my hands up in defense. 

"Alright then....I mean....I already told my father we were going to the museum" I sigh.

"What do you have against museums?" she asks. 

"They're boring." I say and she rolls her eyes.

"They are not boring." she says. "You're just uncultured and would rather shove your face inbetween thousands of dollars worth of silicone and plastic surgery instead of learning anything." she says and my brows pop.

"wow...you do NOT think much of me do you?" I say with a little laugh.

She flutters her lashes as she rolls her eyes.

"Are you going to pretend to be offended by the truth?" she asks and levels me with a gaze and I just smirk and cross my arms over my chest as I look at her. 

"You could be nice to me ya know" I say and she rolls her eyes again at me and I laugh slightly. 

"That wasnt part of the agreement" she says and I bite my lip as I watch her just sip her coffee, looking out the floor to ceiling window that over looks the city from my penthouse.

"Speaking of the agreement...we should talk about that. Shouldnt we?" I ask and she looks at me and sets her cup down.

"Yes actually." she says and I feel my brows lift in surprise.

"Allright...you first." I say. "Give me your terms Mina Mouse" 

She sighs and takes another quick sip of her coffee.

"No more girls." she says. 

I cock my head. "Say that again?" 

"You heard me. No more girls. Not only could someone find out you're still screwing half of the continental U.S and ruin your chances of showing your father you're a "changed man" .." she bunny ears her fingers at the term making me smile. "But I wont fake date a guy, only to have the world think im a fucking idiot when you're caught sticking your dick in a stripper or instagram model behind my back in our fake relationship. I wont be made to look stupid." she says and I scrub a hand over my jaw.

"I'm a man...I have needs." I say in my defense. 

She rolls her eyes. "Then pick which need means more to you....the need to have you Micahel and Alex own your fathers label...or your need to fuck as many instragram models as you can, or fuck strippers left and right like your trying to set a world record?" she says and i smile at her sass. Smile at hearing her pretty little mouth say the word fuck multiple times. 

"Alright. Point taken. No screwing other women. Got it." I say. Nobody said anything about you though, I think to myself. 

"And" she says licking her lips slightly, looking at her bug, her thumb stroking the handle.

"Last night." she says and my dick jumps in my sweats. 

"What about it?" I ask.

She looks up at me and inhales slowly and lets out a breath as I stare at her mouth , then her eyes.

"This has to be...professional." she says. I feel my nose scrunch a little, not what I wanted to hear.

"If this is going to work...I mean...I know I'm just here till you can convince your father...so...no trying to mix business with pleasure....we can't....nothing is going to happen here." she gestures between us. "got it?" 

I cock a brow. Who was she trying to convince? Me? Herself? Both of us?

"You telling me you're already thinking of getting a little pleasure out of this princess?" I tease her to watch her squirm, and she does.

"No, I am not, but clearly YOU are after last night." she bites back and I smirk. 

"You came into the gym wearing a tshirt and pretty little pink panties....so yeah...I got turned on." I say casually. 

She fidgets in her seat. 

"Well....you...you cant do that." she says. 

I huff a laugh. 

"I cant what ? Get turned on? That's hardly under my control when you parade your little ass into the room in underwear" I say.

She huffs and pinches her brows.

"I was sleeping! Or TRYING to, I didnt..PURPOSELY walk in there without pants on." she argues.

"Regardless, you did....so forgive me when I say my cock liked the sight of you without pants on. But he likes what he likes." I say and shrug unapologetically. 

Her mouth drops open.

"What?" I ask. "You want me to lie and say I'm never gonna get turned on with you around? I won't lie to you Mina Mouse." I smirk as I lean over the table and stare right in her eyes.

"Cause i'm pretty sure you're gonna make my cock real fucking happy a lot of the time, just like you did when you walked out here in those adorable fucking slippers with your hair a fucking mess. I'm not gonna tell you that I won't spend everyday imagining taking you to my fucking bed and-"

"Aalright!" she squeaks cutting my off.

"Jesus Carden!" she yells and stands up and I just grin and look up at her and she scowls at me. 

"You can't...say shit like that...keep your horny little thoughts to yourself at least!" she says. I chuckle. 

"why? Do they have an effect on you princess?" I ask and she growls at me and walks away.

"Other than wanting to vomit all over the floor, no" she bites out her lie. 

I just grin.

"Get fucking dressed!" she yells back at me. "We're going to the fucking museum!"

I just smile, sipping the rest of my coffee, knowing I'm about to probably fuck this all up. But I could give up the women, easy. Especially when this lion had a pretty little mouse to chase around. And I'd get my big paws on her, game on.