CEO’s Seduction Trap

Leila, inexperienced and unable to resist Mason’s teasing, felt her body tremble slightly.

Seeing her reaction, Mason chuckled softly, then moved to kiss her earlobe. Starting with a gentle bite, he then used his tongue to caress and suck.

“Mr. Ramirez…” Leila couldn’t help but moan.

Chuckling lowly, Mason teased, “Can’t endure it? What about later?”

Leila pursed her lips. “Just this once.”

Mason chuckled lightly. “I didn’t say once. I said you’ll accompany me for a night, and then we’ll call it even.”

There’s still a big difference between one night and one time…

When Mason’s kisses descended again, Leila didn’t evade. In fact, she had nowhere to go.

Mason held her jaw as they kissed, then pressed her down onto the sofa. The couch was soft, and Leila practically sank into it.

She thought Mason would move quickly, but he was unexpectedly patient. While kissing her, his rough fingers explored under her skirt, from her calves, knees, thighs, until they reached between her legs. His rough fingers, separated by her underwear, slid back and forth along the crevice of her entrance.

“Ah…” Leila’s body was sensitive, and she couldn’t help but arch her waist. Her slender waist looked particularly beautiful when arched.

Seeing her eyes reddened and filled with moisture, Mason supported himself to get a better view of her.

“Wanna?” he asked.

Leila looked at him, biting her lip tightly, unable to speak.

“Don’t want?”

“Mr. Ramirez…”

His voice husky, asked, “Yeah?”

“You bastard!”

Mason chuckled lowly. Before Leila could curse again, he hooked her around the waist and made her kneel on the sofa.

He leaned in, his large hand pulling down the zipper of her dress from behind, stripping it off her. He unhooked her bra, his hands caressing her full breasts, one in each hand, squeezing firmly.

Leila felt dazed, her body trembling involuntarily.

Mason had already removed his robe at some point, his hot body pressing against her smooth back, his erection rubbing against her buttocks. Even through her underwear, Leila could feel its size, its heat, pushing her body forward involuntarily.

He kissed her shoulder, one hand sliding down her panties. “If it’s uncomfortable, let me know,” he murmured.

Leila’s waist curved inward, her skin glowing with a hint of pink.

His breathing was heavy.

“Baby…” His fingers began stroking her slit until it parted her folds, making the muscles of her cunt pulse. He began rubbing her clit with the thumb of his fingers. Leila wiggled below him as she screamed. She want to make him stop but he held her hand tightly so she wouldn’t move.

He continued until she release more fluid.

“Comfortable?” With that, he licked his hand clean and pulled Leila to switch positions. He lay on his back on the couch and Leila sat on his shoulders.

“Sit up a little and I’ll make you more comfortable.” Without waiting for Leila to respond, he pulled her upward as he pressed her against his face, his tongue slipping inside her.

“Oh…”.

Leila squirmed above him, moving her hand all over the sofa and moaning. She couldn’t think straight as thrills of pleasure ran all over body. He nibbled on her clit and started giving them soft bites, sending tons of wanton excitement down to her limb that she couldn’t help but moan.

“Oh God…”

Thinking of the last time, the blood on his shirt, he licked harder, this woman was his, had to be his.

With that thought, he got up, rolled over and pinned her down, impaling her hard.

“You are so wet and fucking tight…”.

…

Mason said a night was just a night.

Not a moment wasted.

The sofa, the bathroom, the floor-to-ceiling window.

Tongues, neckties, red wine, and… hands.

Leila never knew a night of passion could involve so many variations.

5:30 in the morning.

She was covered in red wine, her hands bound with his necktie. He had taken her from behind against the cold floor-to-ceiling window, the juxtaposition of the cold glass against her heated body, along with the intense pleasure and the rising sun, created an indescribable romantic atmosphere.

Afterwards, Mason helped with the shower. When he carried her back to bed, she was utterly exhausted. She had intended to return to her own room to sleep, but she lacked the energy. As soon as she lay down, she fell asleep.

Once she was asleep, Mason was about to rest when his phone, placed on the bedside table, suddenly lit up.

A message from Caleb appeared on the screen.

Caleb: [Damn, Mason, I just remembered who Leila is. She’s that college student you sponsored five years ago. Tsk tsk tsk, you little rascal actually played the nurturing game.]

Reading Caleb’s words “played the nurturing game,” Mason narrowed his eyes.

After a while, he picked up his phone and replied to Caleb: [Fuck off.]

Caleb: [???]

Mason: [Shut your mouth.]

Caleb: [I can shut my mouth, but… Listen to me, being a third party has no future.]