Virgin for Sale

Chapter 5

No one has known how sweet and sexy she is.

It makes me wonder how many times she’s been overlooked, men just glancing at her before deciding to take someone else.

Their loss is now my gain.

Above her pussy, I open the lips covered in fine hair. Her clit is swollen, and she looks so beautiful. Whoever this woman is, she’s a beauty.

Sliding my tongue across her little nub, I hear her gasp. Her hands clench the sheet on either side of her.

Didn’t she know there was going to be pleasure?

Taking her clit into my mouth, I suck hard and that silent gasp turns into a scream, and it fires my body. Holding the nub between my teeth, I glide my tongue back and forth. I stare up at her, seeing her arch up.

Those perfect, juicy, ripe tits are shaking as I tease her. Her legs stay open. I don’t even need to keep a hold of them.

I see the change inside her and feel it as her pelvis undulates against my mouth. She’s getting so close. I want to feel it wrapped around my dick, but this first time, it’s not going to be easy.

Just thinking about sliding in deep, tearing through that thin barrier that would declare her as mine, turns me the fuck on.

I want this so damn much.

Bringing her to orgasm only fuels my need to be inside her.

I’ve got to have her.

The moment her cry rends the air, I’m done waiting.

I didn’t pay a hundred thousand bucks to give her the sweet version.

I paid to fuck her.

No emotion.

No connection.

She got an orgasm.

Using my fingers, I tease her clit as I tear into one of the condoms. When she can’t take any more of her orgasm, I use both hands to quickly slide the latex over my dick. Settling back between her gorgeous thighs, I run the tip of my dick through her slick heat, bumping her clit.

I hold my cock, place it at her entrance. Putting a hand near her head, I stare into her eyes, the soft brown eyes that are now slightly glazed over as they look at me. I figured I’d want to see myself take her. To slide inside her virgin cunt.

Instead, I want to see her eyes.

To watch as she takes me.

This is it.

I don’t go in nice and easy, giving her a chance to grow accustomed to me inch by inch. There’s no point in that.

I slam forward, piercing through her hymen as I slam in deep, going to the hilt inside her.

I watch as she screams.

Her hands go to my chest as I tear away her innocence, stealing what should belong to someone she cares about.

I don’t give a fuck.

This woman’s mine.

Bought and paid for.

Holding still within her, I feel her pussy tighten around me.

There are tears in her eyes, and she’s biting her lip.

Words haven’t been spoken between us.

I shouldn’t care that I hurt her.

I do fucking care.

It annoys me.

She’s nothing.

Just a fuck and yet I find myself asking her, “Are you okay?”

She nods.

I don’t want head jerks.

“Talk to me, angel.” I don’t know her name.

She licks her lips, looking past my shoulder. “I’m fine.”

I pull out of her and thrust back in. She whimpers, her fingers like claws digging into my chest.

“You’re not fine. Talk to me, angel, or I’m going to keep on doing that. I like the feel of your cunt wrapped around my dick. I can be here all night.”

“It just … it hurts. I knew it would, but I didn’t think it would be that bad.”

Running my hand down her thigh, I cup her hip.

Her body is so sexy.

I love it. I can’t get enough. I’m still leaning on one hand near her head.

“You sold this to me.”

“I know.”

“Why?” I ask.

“I don’t have to tell you that. Malcolm said there doesn’t even have to be any talking.”

I smirk. “I hate to break it to you, angel, I either talk or fuck you. Your choice.”

“Did you even for a second consider the fairy tale?” she asks.

“Not a chance. I’ve got no time for virgins to fall for me.”

She snorted. “You really think that’s an option.”

“You’d be surprised. Why didn’t you pick the fairy tale?” I’m curious now, and it annoys me.

This wasn’t supposed to matter, but it does.

Chapter Three

Faye

I didn’t exactly think it was going to be easy. Sure, pain was pretty much what I expected, but after? Feeling him inside me, now that was something I’d never forget. I guess I now know why women never forget their first.

I do think it’s really unfair that guys feel no pain at all. I mean, they don’t even have to have childbirth either. Men got the better deal here.

Why am I thinking about pregnancy with this man, this total stranger seated deep inside me? This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

The pain stops, ebbs away like it wasn’t even there. He stares at me, curious.