EroticReverie

Carden - One Week Later

It's been a week now since Madalyn moved here, and six days since I made her cum in my car in the backseat by just tugging on her panties, six days since touching those incredible fucking tits of hers. Six days since cumming all over her fucking panties and tasting her. God, tasting her. I couldnt get the memory of the way she tasted out of my fucking head. Just looking at her lights up my taste buds, and makes me fucking salivate. But then, right after...she'd said we had to stop, that it would get messy. I was drunk on her cunt so I didnt argue, thinking she'd give into me, but she fucking hasn't, and I've been behvaing,w aiting for her to give into the attraction we clearly both have. 

She thinks I prefer bigger tits, fake tits, she thinks I have a type. But my type, is just women. I loved them, and some of them loved me, so why not take advantage of every opportunity I could? It's not like I'd been cheating on anyone or anything, I'd been a single man, just living his life, and it just so happened that the women who ran in the same circles as me, were instagram famous models, or actual models...and yeah, alright, I like strip clubs. Because it was easy and it wasnt complicated to take home a girl from a strip club or a bar. They wanted to fucking someone semi famous, and I wanted pussy. Win win. But if I had to say I had a preference? I smirk looking and Madalyn standing in my giant ass kitchen, wearing tiny little light purple shorts and a white tank top, her hair in an dorable haphazard bun on top of her head, wearing her fuzzy slippers. My preference ? My type? Is exactly what I'm looking at.  

We've gone on two more dates since the museum. To dinner a few nights ago, then to the park the other day. PHotos were taken by paparazzi, and snapshots of me and Madalyn walking out of the restaurant were up on blogs the very next day. Same as our walk in the park. I don't normally read the blogs or tabloids, because it's all horseshit. But I really liked the one a popular all female ran blog had put up. 

A picture of Madalyn, her hand on my arm, and me with a smile on my face, looking down at her , her head thrown back in a laugh. Her laugh was better than her tits, and I'm a real big fucking fan of those tits. But ever since laying my hands on them that one night, and she drew a line...I havent crossed it. I havent had my hands on her all , other than hand holding in public , or putting my arms around around her and innocent "pretending" for the cameras...but fuck me...I wasnt pretending. I was enjoying my time with MAdalyn. I didnt miss the strip clubs, didnt miss the booze, didnt even need the booze when I had her company. I normally ended my days ready to fucking go wild at night clubs, but all day long at the office, the thing that I looked forward to, was coming right the fuck home so I could get some of her sarcasm and banter. So I could watch her just fucking exist in my house. 

I always told myself, being a bachelor was great. And it was, it was an easy life. I told myself I didnt need a girlfriend, or a serious relationship, that I'd be like the famous Hollywood bachelors that just date and never commit. Yet, looking at Madalyn every time I come home...I realize that maybe I've been fucking fooling myself. Because I could fuck every model in the world, and it wouldnt feel as good as it does just watching Madalyn move about the kitchen. She looked like she belonged there. No, not in a "every woman belongs in a kitchen" kind of way...but in a...fuck she looks gorgeous , and im glad she's sharing my space with me kind of way. Like, I want her still standing there long after the few months are up, or however long it takes to get my dad on board with handing over his company.. Like I want her still there years from now. Decades....I want to just stare at her forever in my space....our space. 

Tonight we were staying in. We SHOULD probably go out, but fuck, I wanted to keep her to myself for a bit. Especially after reading some of the comments people were leaving on the blogs. Calling her a gold digger, which made no fucking sense, cause the blogs also knew she was Michael's younger sister...she didnt need my fucking money. People were just sad , pathetic and jealous. 

"So not his type!" one comment had said, which pissed me off. Maybe because it was something she'd said herself. I didn't want her seeing that shit. 

But there were also the nice comments.

"augh! I love her hair! i need to know how colors her hair!" 

"omg she is the prettiest girl I've ever seen him with!" 

"She looks so sweet!" one person had gushed, a reply to their comment from someone elses had stated "Yeah, too sweet for Carden Crawford. He's going to eat that Disney princess alive." 

Then it was the comments sexualizing her that really had me ready to track ip addresses for the people leaving them. 

"I bet shes fun to throw around a bedroom." 

"Can't wait for a leaked sex tape of him hitting that." 

Yeah. I closed the fucking site on my phone after that one. I didnt wanyt anyone else looking at her like that or making crude comments about her. The fact that people do that shit , on public forums, for people they dont even fucking know, is wild to me. It's not like she's a porn star where you'd expect that shit. She was just a girl, fucking existing. 

"Why do you look constipated?" she asks, and I lift my eyes to her face, her brow cocking, a little smirk on her face as she teases me. I realize i'm scowling. My face relaxes and I smile. 

"I was thinking about how you're probably poisoning whatever it is your making." I say and she huffs a laugh. 

"Nah" she shakes her head and turns to grab a knife from the chopping block. Turning her head , her chin to her shoulder as she grin. "Poison is too easy.....If I were to hurt you..." she says drawing out the knife.

"I'd make it painful." she winks and my fucking dick twitches as she jokingly points the knife at me as she turns around. Madalyn threatening me with a knife, should NOT be as hot as my dick thinks it is. 

"I might like it." I say, my voice low and my eyes on her. She blinks several times and then lowers the knife. 

I stand up and then move towards the kitchen, slowly as she looks at me.

"Stay out of this kitchen." she says. 

"Make me." I smirk and I walk over to her and she sets down the knife and look up at me as I get closer. 

"If I knew you had a knife kink, I'd have been more careful with my jokes" she says. 

I smirk. "I don't have a knife kink. I have a YOU kink." 

She swallows. 

"You're not supposed to be saying that." she says as I step closer, my hands lifting to brace against the counters edge, boxing her in as I look down her, back against the counter, in her thin strapped tight white tank top, those god damn tits taunting me. And those tiny little purple shorts. 

"I've been good all week." I say. 

She huffs a little laugh. "dont know if i'd say that." 

I smile and lower my head and dip it to her neck, kissing her on the little slope of her neck that meets her shoulder. She gasps, and her head pushes towards mine as she pivots her neck away from my mouth. 

"what are you doing?" she asks, her voice is quiet, all breathy and flustered and shaky. 

"Kissing my girlfriend." I say and then kiss her shoulder and gently pushes her shoulder back.

"Don't do that" she breathes again. 

"If...if you're ..that...if you need sex that bad....then maybe you should call one of your girls...we could...adjust the terms.." she says. 

"I've only got one girl....and she's standing right in front of me" I say, kissing over the strap of her tank top and back to the curve of her neck as she sucks in a breath. 

"you know what i mean" she exhales. 

"no....i really don't....why dont you tell me..." I say and my hands move from the counter and to her waist, my thumbs pushing at the front of her abdomen and my fingers curling around her sides and into her back. 

"Carden....we...can't.....you should....call one of your model friends" she says and I growl against her neck and open my mouth and let my teeth sink into her neck gently, just a slight pinch, making her gasp. 

"The only model I want...is modeling the hottest little pair of lilac shorts...and a tight white tank top right now, that has her pretty tits driving me crazy......you know a girl that fits that description Mina Mouse?" I groan against her neck, kissing it up to her ear. 

"Carden" she whimpers, her hands going to my chest and she moans as her hands push over my bare torso and to my shoulders, holding them as I keep kissing and nuzzling my nose against her ear and neck. 

"I know I said I'd wait till you told me to touch you princess....but fuck...i'm about to put my hands all over you little mouse" I tell her and she moans and I slide my hands from her hips , to her ass and grab it with my hands and she squeaks and my cock twitches at the sound. 

"You've got such a hot little fucking ass Mina baby" I groan as I squeeze it again and she pants as I grab her ass and lifts her right off the floor, turning her and sitting her the empty counter in the middle of the kitchen. My hands going to her thighs, and I look down, groaning at the way her thighs bulge at the hem of the short little shorts.

"you've got a hot fucking everything." I say, grabbing her thighs as sliding my hands down towards her knees, then back up and to her waist as she breathes rapidly and shivers slightly. 

"Lean back for me." I instruct her, my eyes on hers as she bites her lower lip with a tiny whine, but she puts her hands behind her, leaning back and I groan as my eyes drop and fall over her tits, her stomach, my hands pushing up the bottom of her tank top, to get a look at her bare stomach. She sucks in a breath as I hitch the fabric up right below her tits and lick my lips at the silver belly ring with a tiny little pendant of little clear zirconia gems in the shape of a little heart, dangling from it. 

"Mmmm, I like that" I hum as I look at her belly ring and then drop down, lowering myself as I look from her pretty navel to her gorgeous face as I push my lips over the belly ring, kissing her there and she gasps and her tits lift as she squirms slightly and whimpers. 

I kiss around her navel and over her stomach, laying soft slow kisses and light licks to her skin. Nipping her at her side , making her whimper. 

"god i want to fuck you" I growl as I bite her again, that little whimper making me so god damn hungry for her. 

She lets out a moan as I drag my tongue from her side to her navel and make out with her navel and kiss and lick over that belly ring and then up the middle of her body as my hands slide up and she moans, panting. 

"mmmm fuck" I groan as kiss back down to her navel, and my hands go over her tits, leaving her tank top pushed up but, her tits covered, my hands pushing over them and grabbing them and squeezing them gently as I find a new fetish , in making out with Madalyn's stomach. 

"you think i have a type Madalyn.....but i've never had a prefernce till now....my type?" I groan.

"This is my type" I say squeezing her tits. 

"So is this" I say kissing her stomach again. 

My hands pushing at her tits once more before sliding down her sides. 

"And this.....hot fucking shape of your body and the way my hands slide down and dip into your waist, just to ride back up the hill of these hot little hips.." I groan and then put my hands on her thighs, grabbing them. 

"these fucking thighs." I groan as my face moves up, kissing above her tank top, over her collar bone, to her neck and she moans , and pants. 

"this neck..." I groan deeply, my voice rumbling against her skin and she gasps, her hands leav the counter, her legs wrapping around me , her hands grabbing behind my back as she shoves her body against my chest and I keep kissing below her ear. 

"my type...is five foot four....with pretty blue eyes...and pouty little fucking lips that my cock wants a one way ticket inbetween...." I groan and she curses softly and I nudge my nose to her ear as my hand slides up her back, and I fist the hair above the nape of her neck, grabbing a lot of it, making sure not to pull and hurt her, but just enough to....she mewls ....yeah...just enough to make her do that. 

"And this pretty fucking hair....that I want to wrap around my fucking fist while I fuck the that cute little pussy of yours....god, i want that fucking pussy so fucking bad" I growl in her ear and she digs her nails into my back. 

"carden....fuck" she cries and  I groan as I kiss along her jaw. 

"I want to put your sexy fucking body to work Mina" I whisper on her mouth and she gasps, nodding breathlessly and pushes her mouth to mine, her hands falling down my back, nails dragging on my skin and I groan as I grab her by the ass, lifting her off the counter, and carry her to my room.