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

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by Jamie Knight


  Hearing his confession only makes my pussy quiver more.

  “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to have a man like you tell me that, Tommy,” I say, trying hard not to start crying.

  If I do, it might just make this all go away. And this party has just gotten started.

  “Melissa, I know how nurturing you are, how underappreciated you were in your last relationship, so now I want to be better than that for you. I want to be the man who will offer himself up to you, no matter his status, no matter his insecurities.”

  Tears do start flowing a little bit, but I channel all that energy into my pussy, which I start to rub encouragingly on Tommy’s fingers. He hums pleasantly at the touch of me on him. I answer this with a trembling, eager sigh.

  “Are you ready for me then, my pet? Are you ready for me to put my cock in you? Make you my girlfriend for real and forever?”

  “Yes,” I say, and that’s all he needs.

  Tommy rears back on his knees, hold his cock steady and in position, and plunges into me. Not forcefully or fast. Just intentionally, careful not to stretch me too roughly.

  His cockhead slips in easily, and Tommy gasp as it does. He trembles but actually leans into the forward motion more. All I hear from him is pure, unadulterated pleasure. The sweetness and joy of a dream coming true and not a bit of regret.

  Chapter Forty-Eight - Melissa

  Oh. My. God. Tommy’s cock…it’s so huge…and thick… And it’s finally inside me!

  These thoughts rattle and zoom around my head and down into my pussy as Tommy’s silky cockhead, followed by the rest of his thick girth, penetrates me. Slowly and committedly, he presses past my lips, stretching my pussy walls farther than they have been stretched before.

  But I’m not scared or in pain. I’m the exact opposite, happy, and already feeling alive with sensations and pleasure spots I didn’t even know existed. Even with Tommy wearing a condom, the experience is intense and enjoyable.

  As he pushes his cockhead and shaft deeper into my slick, quivering hole, I’m savoring all the nuances. All the ways my pussy walls and muscles feel stimulated and petted even more than they were by his fingers. It’s different than the “preparation” those fingers and knuckles gave me — his dick is a lot bigger and much more satisfying.

  Even without it being all the way in, I already feel pleasantly and anxiously full. Again, while these sensations might be considered “uncomfortable” to some, they are the exact opposite to me. Where some people might just be pushing for them to go away, I’m wishing for more. I’m hungering for more aches in my stomach and more fullness in my pussy.

  Like I have a switch at the end of my clit labeled “kinky, bad girl,” the deeper Tommy goes inside my pussy, the more I start talking to him, begging him to go in all the way. To do it faster and harder, not worrying about me and being gentle enough.

  Which is exactly what I’m doing now. “Don’t be gentle with me, Tommy,” I growl, “I’m your pet, not your baby. Not your little underling. Be rougher with me. This isn’t your first rodeo. Ride me hard. Make me pay for it, Tommy! Go to town on my lusty, hot-ass! Really ride me!”

  “Yes, pet,” pants Tommy, as he plunges himself the rest of the way in me.

  As he does so, I feel my pussy clamp. The electric sensation travels in two directions. Out into my stomach, and back toward Tommy’s balls, which are now right on my clit.

  I gasp under the sensation of being filled so abruptly and swiftly but endure it. I savor it. I did ask for it, after all. And I’m glad I did. I now feel completely stuffed and stretched, and I love every sore, aching moment of it. It’s just like I dreamed it would be, but better. Tommy’s cock is unbelievably warm and hard.

  We stay like this for what feels like a really long moment, as if we’re both breathless with the fullness and completeness of this union. But the moment is broken when Tommy gives my ass a sudden slap and then another. Something I love way too much.

  He grunts as he starts to fuck me, mumbling things under his breath. I have no idea exactly what he’s saying, but I can get the gist of it. But only because he’s slipping some words in there like “bad girl,” and “paid for my clothes,” and “all my food.”

  After that though, I don’t know, and I don’t care what he is saying as I’m enjoying getting my ass slapped and pussy fucked, which is happening simultaneously now.

  It happens in the blink of an eye, without me even really noticing. It’s just that, suddenly, the spanking I’m getting has a thrusting, back-and-forth motion to it as well.

  The muscles inside and outside my pussy clench up with this realization, doing nothing but sucking Tommy in deeper and further, even as he pulls in and out.

  He forces out a hot, excited breath of air, and gives me another slap. One hand this time, not two. The other, he uses to grab me by the hip, to pump me into him, at the same time he’s jamming his cock into me. His rhythm becomes faster and harder than it was before, and I whimper and sigh with pleasure.

  I don’t even know what sound I’m making really. It’s just coming out of me and into the leather armrest of the couch, where I have my face currently smashed, with my ass high up in the air, getting ravaged by Tommy.

  He continues to talk dirty to me. It’s still in a scolding manner, but now it’s sultrier. Sexier and enticing, whereas before, it was gruffer. Mean, but not quite nasty. As these words spill over like rivers of warm, lusty water, I feel my own pleasure growing. My orgasm is going to come soon.

  Even so, my pussy is stiffening. It is throbbing under the sweet, torturous flames of pleasure Tommy is stoking in my pussy and core, and which are radiating out through my body like sunspots or gravity wells of happy, somersaulting tightness.

  Under all this, Tommy picks up his pace more and more. Before his pace was quick enough to jiggle my ass cheeks around. My belly and hips around as well, but now he’s actually pounding me.

  Slamming into my ass with his balls and hips as fast and hard as he can, punctuating each slap of his thighs, with a slap of his hand to the crest on my cheeks — whatever part of my butt he doesn’t feel is getting quite enough attention, or is red enough yet.

  Under his new quicker assault, I’m quickly finding myself climbing toward a new precipice. A new horizon of floating, dizzying satisfaction. With it all, I can barely breathe. Barely suck in a breath without feeling my ass and stomach muscles quiver and tighten, threatening to evacuate Tommy, as well as other fluids.

  Even as I began to push and jolt against him, Tommy stays his course, continuing to murmur naughty, sweet nothings to me as he drills me as hard and fast as his cock will let him. As these faster, more brutal penetrations happen, I feel my pussy muscles constrict and expand. They shudder and shake, and I cry out under them. At first intermittently, and then over and over, like I’m being electrocuted.

  Under my cries, Tommy reaches forward with one hand and grasps my clit. Something I had all but forgotten existed, let alone was tender, amid my roiling-magma pussy and growing tightness. As Tommy grips my clit and begins to rub my nub vigorously, I squeal.

  I grit down on it, just as Tommy steals my moan, and lets it out of his own throat. It’s more of a shivering “oooh” sound, then the one I was making. But it doesn’t matter, his sound, with the way he’s driving me into a sea of maddening, unending beads of pleasure, makes me tighten again.

  I feel the muscles in my pussy and ass lift up, curl up on themselves, and start shooting me toward orgasm. At the same time this is happening, my clit also feels like it’s getting ready to cum. And shoot out a rare squirt.

  Feeling this really start to happen, I nearly collapse entirely. My legs, my ass —everything. But, right as that’s about to happen, Tommy pulls my hips up and to him with the one free hand he has, continuing to squeeze and rub my clit for everything it’s worth.

  He’s rubbing so fast, it feels like it’s on fire. But not in a bad way. Just in a warm,
intense, relentless sort of way.

  I bear down on it, allowing myself to grope and moan. Anything to release some of the tension building in my body. My pussy feels like it’s about to release everything it has. And I’m not prepared to face such an explosion of fluids.

  Unfortunately for me, though, my embarrassment — my impending fear about just exactly what I’ll end up releasing when I cum — that only makes my climax come faster. The very second I think about what that kind of control would do to me, that’s the second my clit throbs.

  My pussy shutters, shooting some bits of warm liquid around Tommy’s shaft, and all over the couch.

  As the cramping, full feeling in my pussy increases so does my feeling of overflow. It gets to such a point that I actually start to fear what happens when I release fully. I say as much to Tommy.

  “I’m going to lose everything!” I say worriedly, squealing over those words, almost feeling like I have let a bit of something go. “Maybe you should stop, Tommy!”

  I breathe quickly and shallowly, feeling my pussy muscles threatening to push him out, and then some. My clit gets to a whole another level of “stiff”, and I actually scream in pleasure and fear.

  “You’re just squirting, pet,” he observes. “And you’re doing so beautifully.”

  The moment he says that, I feel my pussy tighten and quake around Tommy’s cock and then release again in another spray. I cry out, feeling myself let go on both ends. It’s actually such a strong orgasm, my knees crumble underneath me.

  Tommy’s cries of pleasure are not far after, and although he’s wearing a condom, I swear I feel several strong, short pulses go through me from his dick. Those shots and pulses quickly echo through me, from one end to the other. Even as Tommy continues to lightly pump me, light squirts of cum out of my pussy.

  At least, until I realize it’s getting all over the couch.

  “Oh no,” I murmur, sounding drunk to my own ears, “I’m getting it all over the couch.”

  Tommy, slumped over on me and trying to catch his breath, gives my ass a halfhearted slab.

  “Oh, pet, it doesn’t matter. We will just buy you a new one.”

  Breathless with exhaustion, Tommy sounds deeper and manlier than he usually does.

  We rest on each other for a moment, not saying anything. Mostly just trying to keep a hold of each other, and come down from our individual and collective orgasms.

  Then, “Don’t ever be sorry, pet. Even if you had made a mess, even if you had done everything you were afraid of when you came, I wouldn’t have gotten after you. I would’ve run a nice bath for my girlfriend, cleaned her all up myself, and then put her in her cozy bed and wrapped her up like my little crêpe,” murmurs Tommy. “Judgment has no place here. Or anywhere where two lovers claim to be.”

  I rotate my head, pulling his toward me. I plant a kiss on his full, kissable lips. As I kiss him deeply and longingly, my heart and soul well up with happiness. With disbelief.

  You have a girlfriend, Tommy, I think to myself. After years of heartache and loneliness, of believing you would be invisible and never given a chance by anyone, you have a girlfriend!

  At these thoughts, tears spring to my closed eyes to get stuck on the lashes. I don’t wipe them away. I let their warmth remind me of what a life-changing experience I’ve just gone through.

  It doesn’t matter that I don’t wipe them away, though. Tommy does for me, murmuring something sweet and indulgent I don’t catch.

  Directly after, he says louder, “Don’t cry, pet. Not unless those are tears of joy.”

  I pull away from his lips, laughing, wiping at the eye he left alone.

  “They are. I’m just grateful, is all. Humbled.”

  Tommy showers me with kisses everywhere. All over my back, shoulders, ass, and legs.

  “So I take it I gave you the time you wanted and were dreaming of?”

  I laugh-cry at this.

  “More than that,” I say, kissing him again. Wrapping him up in my arms.

  “So much more than that. Not just a first time together, but a once-in-a-lifetime moment, Tommy.”

  As we cuddle on the couch in each other’s arms, now that we’ve managed to rotate so that Tommy can cuddle and rest on my tummy, and I can hug him to me like a teddy bear, I think to myself, I know he just became my boyfriend, but I wouldn’t mind making him my husband. I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with him.

  Somewhere in these thoughts, Tommy whispers his own reply. Cuddling into my chest.

  “I feel the same way.”

  He snuggles into me, squealing with joy and possessiveness.

  “That’s it, Tommy! You’re officially my personal teddy bear!” I make a growling sound. One that I hope sounds like a soft, love-sick bear. I make this sound as I grab him and hold him tightly to me, the way a bear would.

  “That’s right, sir! And this woman won’t let anyone mess with you, just like you haven’t let anyone mess with me!”

  Tommy laughs, as if he’s truly in love with me.

  Now it’s my turn to smother him in kisses and sweet nibbles to his ears. He submits to it willingly and tenderly. Which makes me just nibble and kiss him more.

  Somewhere in all this, however, we doze off in each other’s arms. I don’t know how long we sleep for, or if we really sleep much at all, but when we wake up, the living room is pitch black.

  Tommy stumbles to get up off the couch and goes to turn on a light. As a soft accent light comes on in the living room, I’m once again struck by how lucky I am. How fortunate I am to have snagged Tommy as my one and only.

  Tommy swishes his way back to me, planting a kiss on my forehead.

  “Why don’t I go get a bath is started for us in the master bedroom?” he asks. “But first, I’m going to go down to the car to get my clothes from the back before someone thinks it might be a fun thing to steal them.”

  I nod, still feeling warm and fuzzy from our encounter. He looks a little like he feels the same way — still fuzzy around the edges — but he continues with his gentle, targeted delegation.

  “And then I’ll call out for some food? Sound good?”

  I nod, still unable to believe this beautiful creature is now my boyfriend. I sit myself up on the couch.

  “Sounds lovely, sir,” I say. “But let me run down to get the clothing. You just find the bathtub.”

  “Then that’s what we’ll do,” says Tommy, beginning to collect his clothes and fold them up.

  I nod, agreeing while finding my own discarded clothing.

  “Before going to bed and getting a bit of beauty rest and having some more fun tomorrow.” I smile, winking mischievously at him. “Preferably out on my balcony, where there’s a good view…in or out.”

  With that, I disconnect from him and focus on finishing putting clothing on. Pants, socks, and shoes mostly. My shirt, I throw on, not caring that it’s backward. I blow him a kiss and head out the door.

  Chapter Forty-Nine - Melissa

  By the time I come back in from the car, my arms are laden with shopping bags and my mind anywhere, but unpacking those shopping bags at the moment, Tommy’s already gone from his place on my couch. Setting the bags on the cushions that should still hold him, I go in search of my beloved.

  As I expect, he’s in my master bathroom, just off the master suite. As I step into the room, I smell the lavender and chamomile bubble bath immediately. I also hear the soft wave and bubble of the jets in the tub.

  And Tommy, he is bent over the Jacuzzi tub, messing with knobs, buttons, and other settings for the vibration patterns of the water jets, as well as water temperature and whether it has mineral content in it or not.

  Almost as if he’s developed a sixth sense for me after having ravaged me, Tommy turns in my direction, the minute I step inside the bathroom. And I doubt he’s heard my footsteps with all that extra noise from the water. He waves cutely at me, smiling proudly, and invi
tingly at me. Unlike me, he’s still completely naked.

  And that’s when it hits me: this is the first time I’ve seen him in all his glory. In all his strong and commanding broad-shouldered presence, that still holds up even without a suit and tie on. He sees me admiring all of him, even his tummy, and blushes. He looks caught between being embarrassed and turned on by it.

  “Beautiful,” I mouth at him over the thundering water and sweet clouds of bubble bath mixture.

  I get to work on undressing myself again. I do it quickly this time, not caring what kind of pile my clothes are in. Just enough to get them off of me and out of the way.

  As my last bit of clothing comes off my body, Tommy turns off the water and quiets the jets to a low, fizzy rumble.

  “You’re beautiful,” he says. “Generous. Kind. Compassionate. Wise. Wonderful.”

  He smiles, wrinkling his nose and being coy. “Need any more adjectives? I could go get a dictionary,” he offers playfully. “Believe me, there are quite a few more that would have your picture by them, Melissa.”

  “I’m sure,” I say, shutting the bathroom door to keep the heat in and any unwanted attention or distraction out. “Just like I’m sure there are quite a few entries in the same dictionary that would have your picture by them, my love.”

  Saying this, I step up to Tommy, throw my arms around his neck, and kiss him. As I do, I feel myself lifting off my heels and standing on my tippy toes.

  Tommy returns the kiss warmly and passionately, using that moment to help walk and partially carry me into the bath — into the warm, softly roiling water. I let him, having no reason to fight. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a man with enough emotional intelligence and strength to really put me before himself. And without bitching about it.

  Tommy literally sweeps me off my feet, and lays me down into the tub, against one of my favorite jets, one of my favorite massage places on the entire Jacuzzi. It also happens to be in the fluffiest, the sweetest swelling cloud of bubbles.

  And the warm water it’s just exquisite! Within seconds of slipping into the water, I’m completely relaxed. Free of all the stress and heartache I didn’t realize I was carrying until just now. All the worry and dissatisfaction with Dennis that I wasn’t willing to admit was haunting me until now, that leaves as well.

 

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