Picking her up and onto the bed, I lay her down and kiss her hard before freeing myself from my pants. I don’t have time to strip completely. Kicking off my shoes and losing my suit jacket is the best I can give her right now.
I have to be inside her vise-grip heat. Ripping her panties off, I slide them into my pocket and then press my cock to her pink lips. She gasps as I take her in one violent flex of my hips, shredding her virginity. My balls tighten on the spot, ready to offload in her unused hole.
She tries to hide the fact that she’s new to this, but it explains why she was nervous. I am her first client. The sick amount of pleasure, hunger, insane desire that fact brings to me is unexplainable.
David brought me a fresh pussy for my own use. They fucked up because I’m going to ruin her for everyone else. She’s never coming back to work for these assholes. I wanted her before I slammed my dick into her pussy. Now, she’s tied to me for keeps.
Keeping my dick buried deep into her, I lift her to the center of the bed and get better footing as I work into her tight, innocent slit.
“Relax for me, beautiful. God, you fucked up. You don’t know who you messed with.” My mouth presses to hers, kissing those red inviting lips and sliding my tongue inside, delving into her sweetness.
She breaks the kiss with a grunt of pain. “You’re so big, Sebastian. It hurts, but I need more.”
“That’s it. Get used to my penetration, Candy.” She moans, arching her hips up as I drive into her. I fist her hair, dragging her head back to lick her throat. Her pulse vibrates against my tongue, spurring me on to fuck in longer and deeper strokes.
She starts to writhe and rock under me. Rutting harder and faster, I slam my mouth on hers. Reaching between us I stroke her pussy lips until I hit that clit, pinching it as I demand she come for me because I’m hanging on by a thread. “Give me what I want, Candy. Come on my cock.”
She flexes around my shaft and cries out, squirting her cream all down my cock while I shoot my load deep into her womb. We both come hard and are covered in sweat that we’ve ruined these sheets for sure, but I couldn’t give a fuck about it. All I want to do is go again. Panting, I bend down and kiss her lips. “You’re sexy as hell when you come for me.”
Suddenly, as I stand to remove my clothes and get more comfortable for another round and run her a shower for that sore pussy of hers, I feel a whoosh of sensation come over me. Fuck, I’m lightheaded.
Drinking has never had this effect on me, so it must be her. She’s had me fucked up in ways I can’t describe from the second my eyes landed on her. I want her spread out on my expensive sheets, coming for me all the time. The lust is becoming unbearable.
My cock is still hard as fuck and throbbing, ready to go, but I’m also thirsty as fuck. Looking over to the bed, I see a nervous and slightly embarrassed beauty with her legs bent as she tries to cover up while staring at my raging hard, wet cock.
“Don’t be scared now. You did so good. We’re not done yet. It’s shower time. You can wash me, and since your pussy is too tender, I’ll let this one go down your throat.” With my hand in hers, I help her to her feet before swiftly carrying her to the large, elegant bathroom.
Setting her down on the vanity, I quickly flip on the shower. “You’re so fucking sexy. I’m going to enjoy tasting every inch of you.” Scooping her up, I carry her inside. The water washes down our bodies as I have her pressed to me. “Kiss me.”
“Yes, Sebastian.”
“That’s what I love to hear.” She reaches up on her toes and brushes her lips on mine. There’s something sexy about the gentle innocence in it, like we didn’t just fuck wildly while I stole her virginity.
“That mouth of yours is so fucking talented. Have you been practicing on other guys?”
“I haven’t had a boyfriend in years.” Ire fills my bones as those words cross her sensuous mouth.
“His name,” I growl out, cupping her face.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“His name, Candy.”
“I don’t remember.” Her body gives her deception away as she trembles and tries to lower her gaze from mine. I grip her chin, tilting her head back up to look at me.
“Candy,” I growl, feeling insanely jealous of this bastard. She came to me with her lips tasted by some other asshole. I’m going to cut his tongue out.
“I don’t remember.” She’s lying to me, and I hate it even though I don’t have the right to the answer.
“I’ll find out.”
“No, you won’t because we only have a few hours more together, and then my services are at an end.” She can believe that if she’d like, but that’s not the case at all.
“Then don’t waste my time. I’m paying to be pleased, not for your pleasure, Candy. Wash me. Now.” I feel like a prick, but it’s like a sucker punch to the chest that she dared to cut our time short. She soaps up her hands with the complimentary bar and then begins running her soft, small hands along my chest, grazing the dark tuft of hair there. Fuck, she hasn’t even reached my dick and I could explode.
“Am I doing something wrong?”
“No, you’re doing good. Keep going,” I grunt, wanting to take over so I can calm down or just fucking impale her against the shower tiles and make her scream for more as I tear apart her tight little hole that was made for just me—only me.