Can't Buy My Love: Billionaire and Virgin Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  “Done.”

  “Already?”

  “Yep.”

  “You should work as a costumer. In addition to making and selling them, of course.”

  “I did that, actually,” I confessed.

  It was a chapter of my life I didn’t often go into, partly because I’d had to lie about my age to get in, but I’d volunteered as a costume assistant at the local theater all through high school. I figured it would be the best way to get practical experience, which turned out to be right. I didn’t mind telling Emma though. We had only grown closer in the months since the Christmas Ball and were about to become sisters, at least according to the law. Any kids we had would be cousins.

  “Are you okay?” Emma asked, genuinely concerned.

  “Yes, oh yes. I was just thinking, it’s like I’m joining your family.”

  “It’s not ‘like’ you are, you are,” she says firmly, “I’m only sorry our parents couldn’t have made it back up. They would love you.”

  “You think so?”

  “Of course,” she said, giving me a comforting hug, instantly making me feel better.

  It seemed so big but was all really happening. I hadn’t really spoken to my parents since I was sixteen and was an only child, mostly due to their general hatred of kids. By going from Krystal Jinkens to Krystal Clavis, it felt like I’d finally found a home.

  “Are you ready?”

  “As I’ll ever be,” I said, wiping away a tear.

  “Let’s do this.”

  With Emma for support, I made it from the upstairs bedroom down to the door that went out to the walkway. Jayden stood like a regal prince beneath the portable flower arch, set up on his familial lands, waiting to make me his wife.

  “Good luck,” Lorelai said, giving me a hug.

  “Thanks, hey where are the girls?” I asked, noticing her lack of babies.

  “I thought they could use some quality time with their daddy.”

  “Isn’t he dressed as a monk?” I asked.

  “I know, we’ve already taken several pictures,” Lorelai grinned.

  I didn’t recognize Clarence at first despite the fact I was the one who designed his squire outfit.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “Yup,” I half answered and half gulped.

  He crooked his arm toward me and led me out onto the makeshift aisle set up between the folding chairs in the vineyard. Clarence was leading me toward my destiny with Emma, Lorelai, and Mary forming a perfect triangle behind me.

  The ceremony itself was something of a blur. The whirl of emotions blended it all into one beautiful explosion of joy as we recited our self-written vows. Jayden didn’t end up wearing the helmet, which made it easier for him to lift my veil and give me our first kiss as husband and wife.

  The vineyard was set up with twinkle lights making the place look like a fairy land as we all headed back to the main hall in the gathering dark for the reception. A tradition which we also did our own way. The speeches were pretty brief, limited to Clarence and Emma, both of them sticking mostly to the positive. But Clarence still got a few good-natured jabs in. Then, it was time for the first dance. Jayden guided me gracefully around the space made by the circle of tables, my dress pluming out like the cap of a mushroom with every turn and spin. Everyone applauded when the song ended. Tired but pleased, Jayden brought me back to the head table and we fed each other wedding cake as our costumed guests reveled.

  As the night wore one and the stars came out, the guests began to trickle away, eventually leaving us to our own devices.

  I could feel it even through the layers of material. The feeling of Jayden stroking my thighs was unmistakable.

  “Shall we?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  Guiding me up to my feet, my new husband scooped me up into his arms and carried me up to the new master bedroom we’d built. He carried me right through the threshold, making me feel like a princess.

  “Hold still,” he said after setting me down by the bed.

  I held perfectly still as he undid the back of my dress, taking down the outer layer. Taking the time and trouble to hang it in the closet, he started at the other layers. Soon enough, I was down to my corset and stockings, which I’d worn without bra or panties.

  With some help from me, Jayden shed his armor, giving me the full glory of his body, including his rock hard cock. Acting on pure instinct, I wrapped my hand around it and began to stroke, unable to keep my hands off of him. Taking my tits in both hands he gently massaged them as we kissed.

  Working his way down until he was kneeling in front of me, Jayden took me gently but firmly by my hips as he buried his face into my pussy and ate me out like a starving man. His hands on my hips and mine on his shoulders were the only things keeping me upright, my head spinning and my legs shaking from the pleasure coursing through me. His beautiful tongue serviced my desperate pussy until I was nearly screaming with blissful climax.

  He held me tight as I quivered with orgasm then eased me down onto the bed, stroking my pussy and kissing me as I recovered.

  “I love you,” I blurted, overcome with emotion.

  “Love you too, sweetheart.”

  Slowly, I regained my equilibrium, starting to feel like I might actually be able to stand again. It never ceased to amaze me the wonderful things that Jayden could do to my body.

  “Would you like to try something a bit different?” he asked.

  “Sure,” I enthused, willing to let him do anything he wanted.

  Spreading my legs, Jayden stroked the head of his cock against my pussy, getting me ready for action, before slipping almost all the way in. Getting his hands under my ass, he lifted me up, so we were face to face. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. A repeat of how we had made out back at the ball. When he made sure I was comfortable, Jayden began to slide me up and down his cock, grinding right up against my clit, making me moan. It was the best sex I’d ever had because we could look each other in the eye and kiss while he fucked me, working his monster cock deep in my pussy until I felt like I was going to burst.

  Jayden held fast, kissing me softly as I started to cum, my whole body shaking against him.

  I felt the mattress come back up under me as he laid me down, pulling out of my pussy and making me feel every inch. Before he could get any other ideas, I got a hold of his shaft and started to stroke, buying time until I could get my mouth down there, half swallowing his cock. Jayden gently stroked my hair as I gulped his cock, his moans mixing with the small sucking sounds I was making. Nursing a massive load up out of his balls and into my mouth, swallowing it all down.

  “Good girl,” he beamed, stroking my cheek.

  “Thanks, baby,” I whispered.

  “Would you like to try something else?”

  “Yes, honey, anything you want.”

  Keeping his hand on my cheek, he opened a drawer in the nearest night table and took out a nicely wrapped gift.

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “Open it and see,” Jayden teased.

  I untied the ribbon, trembling with excitement as I lifted the lid on the box. The bottle of lube I recognized well enough, the other thing not so much.

  “It’s called a butt plug, sweetheart,” he said, no doubt noticing my confusion, “it makes anal sex easier, as does the lube.”

  “You want to put it in my ass?” I asked, making sure I understood correctly.

  “Only if you think you can handle it.”

  My cheeks burned, but even so, I wasn’t opposed to the idea. “I’ll certainly try.”

  “Turn over, sweetheart.”

  Turning over onto all fours, I could feel Jayden shifting me slightly getting me into just the right position. The familiar snap of a plastic cap was followed by a cool dribble of lube against my spread asshole. This was followed by the tip of the butt plug pressing gently against me.

 
“Try to relax, baby,” he said, stroking the small of my back.

  “Okay.”

  It must have worked because the plug eased right into me as Jayden stroked my pussy with his other hand. I knew it as soon as the plug was in place. The edges of the flared base brushed lightly against my ass cheeks.

  As we waited for the plug to do its work, Jayden took me from behind, holding me by the hips and driving into me deep. It felt a little different with the plug in my ass, but I liked it, and by the sounds he was making, Jayden was enjoying it, too.

  Jayden placed his hand on the small of my back again and withdrew the butt plug, leaving my asshole stretched and ready. He added more lube to me, as well as to his cock, and pressed the head into my stretched, open asshole.

  “Let me know if it hurts,” he said, easing into me.

  “O-okay,” I gasped, taking better than I thought I might.

  Getting about a third of the way in, Jayden reached around and stroked my pussy as he started to softly pump. My new husband took my anal virginity in our marriage bed. Filling up my asshole as he’d just done with my pussy, my orgasm exploded in a beautiful supernova of pure pleasure.

  He came not long after, filling me with the heat of a massive load before collapsing beside me in a breathless tangle. Exhausted and spent, I snuggled into his arms, and comforted by the warmth of my new husband’s body, I quickly drifted off to sleep.

  Epilogue - Krystal

  Steel gray clouds hung overhead as we trudged the field, not yet muddy, though the threat was there. I tried to listen to the surrounding conversation as we went. Not to eavesdrop so much as to get used to the local dialect.

  While the Scots were reputed to speak English as a first language, it was still difficult for my ear to pick up on it. Particularly when they would mix in non-English words and expressions like ‘ken’ instead of surprise and ‘jings’ in place of ‘wow.’

  Jayden had done most of the talking with the Uber driver as we’d traversed the Scottish countryside to the fair site, which was only a few miles from the castle Emma had rented for us as a wedding gift.

  “Not a usual honeymoon, is it?” I asked rhetorically, as we set up the booth. Jayden’s wine on one side and my costumes on the other, as finely dressed lords and ladies meandered past.

  “No, but what about our relationship has been usual?”

  “Nothing,” I said, after a moment’s thought.

  “And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he grinned and pulled me in for a kiss, the skirt of my dress spinning like a pin-wheel.

  Jayden had refused to wear tights, so we reprised his knight’s outfit from the wedding, minus the faux sword to make things easier at customs. We had enough trouble explaining the two crates of wine and two dozen garment bags.

  “Ah, gotcha,” was all the officer said when Jayden told her we were going to a Renaissance Fair.

  Despite the characteristically Scottish weather, or possibly because of it, turnout at the fair was massive. What had been a relatively quiet field during setup turned into a bustling faux-Elizabethan village. A surprising number of the attendees got into the spirit of the thing and came in their own olde tyme costumes. I’d heard that Britain didn’t really have Halloween like we did in the states and figured things like Renaissance Fairs were what they did instead.

  Even with the enthusiasm shown by the fair-goers in terms of fitting the time period, there were many more who came by our stall to either outfit themselves at the time or add to their collection. Most decided to get a bottle of Jayden’s wine while they were there. Aside from the food stalls and the smiths selling authentic, hand forged melee weapons a few stalls down, we had the busiest booth at the fair.

  “Gives new meaning to ‘working honeymoon’,” Jayden quipped, after selling his umpteenth bottle of red.

  “Particularly because you just made it up,” I teased.

  “Well, yeah, but still.”

  Reduced to two empty wine crates and three garment bags by evening’s fall, our goods successfully converted into cash currency. We decided to pack it in, our work there well and truly done.

  “Good day?” asked the Uber driver, popping the trunk for my few remaining bags.

  “Sterling,” Jayden said, having picked up on the Scottish slang a little faster than I.

  Jayden held me all the way back to the castle, the comforting smell of his musk and the consistent movement of the car dared me not to fall asleep in his arms.

  “Come on, sweetheart,” he said, taking my hand.

  Accepting the last of the garment bags, Jayden paid the driver, including a generous tip from the day’s takings. The driver tipped his Ranger FC cap and was off again. The tail lights of his car disappeared like a phantom in the foggy night.

  “Want me to carry you?”

  “Yes, please,” I said quietly.

  Without a second thought or an ounce of visible effort, despite our little passenger, Jayden scooped me up into his arms and carried me to our castle at sunset.

  We didn’t rent the entire castle, but a room within it, which was still quite impressive. The brochure referred to our particular room as The Princess Suite and it very much lived up to the name.

  “Great turnout, hey?” Jayden asked, setting me down on the couch.

  “I’ll say, I had no idea these things were so popular. I mean I’ve heard about them but jings, that was a lot of people.”

  “Nice to hear you picking up the local lingo.”

  “What - oh.”

  I could feel the heat raising in my cheeks, my lovely husband pulling me closer and kissing me sweetly.

  “They talk a bit strangely, but they have good taste.”

  “Strange to us is normal to them, but yes, business was rather brisk wasn’t it?”

  “Remember the couple who wanted the matching harlequin costumes?” I asked, giggling at the memory.

  “I know, right? What about the ‘wine expert’ who asked if the wine was made from real grapes?”

  “I still think it was a bit mean of you to say that they were ghost grapes,” I chided.

  “He bought it, didn’t he?”

  “In more ways than one. I think I might want to make more hooked corsets for the next one.”

  “They did sell like water in the desert,” Jayden agreed.

  The problem with such a big room was that sounds tended to echo, making it difficult to exactly locate my phone when it started to make its happy sound.

  “Got it,” Jayden alluded, conjuring my trilling phone from the side of the couch and handing it to me.

  My ob-gyn, Dr. Erikson’s reassuringly gentle tone came through the phone from thousands of miles away, the roaming charges already kicking into action.

  “I’ve got some good news for you, at least I hope it is,” she said.

  “Okay,” I prompted.

  “You are definitely carrying a -very healthy- set of twins.”

  “Th-thank you doctor,” I managed between a sudden onset of sobs.

  “What?” Jayden asked, his face a picture of concern.

  “It’s fine,” I said, “The babies are fine.”

  “Babies, plural?”

  “Twins,” I confirmed.

  Jayden took me in his warm embrace, the plate armor abandoned as soon as we were back in the suite, before helping me out of my gown.

  When I recovered, the silly goof got down and put his head on my lap, his face toward my belly.

  “Listen, kids, this is your daddy speaking. We are very much looking forward to meeting you and promise not to play favorites.”

  “I don’t think they can hear you, honey. I’m only nine weeks.”

  “Still, worth a try. Do you feel up to celebrating?”

  “You mean like with - ”

  He stroked the inside of my bare thigh, making himself absolutely clear. By way of reply, I took my panties down and opened my legs, giving him full and un
fettered access to my pussy.

  Dipping a hand between my legs, he tenderly stroked my pussy and kissed my neck as he took off my bra, leaving me complete naked on the fine, antique couch. I’d stopped wearing corsets a few weeks before, not wanting to negatively affect my pregnancy. There still wasn’t much of a baby bump, but I was taking no chances.

  Jayden worked his way down my neck, as he caressed his free hand up my side to gently fondle my tits. I was even more sensitive than usual because of the babies, but Jayden always knew exactly how to touch me.

  Kissing his way down between my tits, he worked his way down over my baby bump and joined his hand down at my pussy. Slowly moving his hand up onto my thigh, he replaced it with his tongue, tenderly caressing my delicate pussy lips and making me moan with pleasure. Getting me nice and wet, he reintroduced his fingers, slipping in two to work my pussy as he swirled his tongue directly on my clit. Within minutes, I was getting ready to cum, coaxed to a massive orgasm by my skilled lover.

  When I’d recovered, Jayden licked me clean and smooched his way back up to my mouth, kissing me tenderly.

  “Want to go for a ride?” he asked.

  “Yes please,” I enthused, already putting my arms around his neck.

  Taking me firmly by the hips, he lifted me up so we were eye to eye, his hands moving down to my ass as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Using only one hand and keeping the other on my ass, he pulled down his shorts and made the slight adjustment needed to press his cock up against my relaxed and ready pussy.

  “Fuck,” I exhaled as I sank down onto his cock, savoring every sweet inch as he entered me.

  “Fuck good, or fuck bad?” my attentive lover asked, halting my progress.

  “Fuck wonderful, please don’t stop.”

  Most of his cock stuffed directly up my pussy, filling me up in the most wonderful way. Jayden put his other hand back on my ass, supporting me completely, and started sliding me up and down his shaft. He stroked against my clit and g-spot at the same time, fucking me toward ecstasy, looking me in the eyes the entire time.