“C—clueless?” I stammer. “And what do you know about how innocent I am?”
“Yeah. Clueless,” he smirks, stroking the monster between his legs. “Alicia Silverstone? Spoiled rich girl from Beverly Hills?”
“Ah—”
“And you are innocent,” he continues. “I could feel it when I was down there. You’ve never had a cock inside you. You’re a virgin, but I’m going to change that.”
4
Chase
I reach out to grab Nicky, her warm pussy juice still fresh on my lips, but she practically jumps out of her skin getting away from me. My cock is still rock hard, and truthfully, I could bust at any second.
“The fuck are you doing?” I growl as she fumbles with her shirt, eventually tying it in the middle. It keeps her plump, gorgeous tits in, but just barely. It just shouldn’t be possible to be as gorgeous as she is.
“Is this your game?” she asks me, flustered as hell and just as sexy. “You pick up poor, helpless girls at your shop, con them into coming back to your house and then you stick that big monster in them and split them in two?”
I burst out laughing. I have to. If she only knew that I hadn’t had a single girl back here – not one – in the last two years. I doubt she’d even believe me if I told her. I work; I don’t have time for women that aren’t serious.
I’m not Tucker. Not by a long shot.
“Poor? You? Yeah, the girl driving the fucking Bentley doesn’t have any money.”
“That’s not what I meant—”
“And no, Clueless,” I continue. “I don’t have any game. Game is for losers who watch pickup artists on the internet.”
She twists her lips in a scowl. I lick mine, getting her taste back on my tongue. I barely even got started with her and she’s already looking like a mess. When I realized she was a virgin, everything changed; I want her even more now.
Unclaimed territory. An untouched hole that I can stretch to my perfect fit.
But then a thought occurs to me. If she’s a virgin…
“Who are you waxing for?” I ask.
“What?”
“Your pussy is bare,” I growl. “If you’re untouched, who are you making it bare for?”
“Oh, now you’re actually interested in me,” she says, acting surprised. “And not just my body.”
“I didn’t hear you asking me about myself,” I counter. “Is this just like some kind of post-orgasmic female rage or something? Or are you really just a professional tease?”
“You think you know everything about me,” she sneers. “But you don’t know shit.”
I step forward and grab her by the arm and pull her to me. She’s got spunk, but I’ve got a hard dick and a feverish lust that needs to be quenched, and I’m not about to put up with a professional tease.
“I bet you thought this would be fun, didn’t you? A little fling with the guy from the other side of the tracks? Give him just a little taste and then leave?”
Her cheeks flush with red and she scowls back at me with her perfect lips. I hate myself for wanting her so bad – for letting a woman have power over me like this.
“Like I said,” she replies sharply. “You don’t know anything about me.”
I could have held her if I wanted to, but I let her tear her arm away from me. Without hesitation, she marches straight out of the living room and into my bedroom.
“Going to bed?” I call after her. She returns almost immediately, one of my only “nice” t-shirts in her hands.
“I’m taking this,” she says simply as she strips out of her torn blouse, giving me an eyeful of her amazing rack. “Maybe I’ll give it back later. Maybe.”