by Coco Miller
Victor watches me from the corner of his eye as I watch everyone playing various games on the grand lawn of the mansion.
“You want to join me for a dip in the pool?” he asks.
“Sure.”
He leads me up to our room, and I head into the ensuite bathroom to change into the very tiny white bikini that was bought for me. It barely covers anything. Two thin straps of material, and I bet this bikini is more money than I’ve ever paid for any piece of clothing in my life.
I step out of the bathroom and Victor lets out a slow hiss. “Fuck…”
13
Victor
I swore to myself that I wouldn’t sleep with her. I promised myself that I wouldn’t take her ripe virginity away from her, but it’s damn hard when she’s wearing that bikini. It shouldn’t even be classified as such.
It’s nothing more than scraps of material covering up her most treasured parts, but she looks damn good in it. Better than anyone could have ever intended that suit to look on someone. Like it was made especially for her. It’s perfect and my jealousy comes back in full force, ripping through my veins at a thunderous pace. I don’t want anyone else to see her in it.
“There’s no way I’m letting you out like that,” I practically growl.
“What do you mean?” she asks innocently.
I step closer to her until we’re nose to nose. My lips brush hers with each word I speak.
“There’s no fucking way I’m letting any other man see your body without first staking claim to it.”
It’s settled.
I need her.
I need her with a ferocity like I’ve never experienced before until now. I kiss her, claiming her plump lips with mine. She opens her mouth for me, and I slide my tongue in to tangle with hers. She tastes so good. Like lemon and sunshine.
I keep kissing her, my hand snaking up her backside, past her shoulders, and behind her neck. I tug her closer, letting her moans excite me more. It’s clear she wants me, and I want to give her what she wants–but by the same token I know that I’m too big for her.
I have to calm down and really think this through. She is untouched and I’m bigger than most men, so I am going to need to stretch her out a little first if we do this. I don’t want to hurt her.
She moves her body against me, fisting her hands in my hair. So responsive. So sexy. I need this woman like I need my next breath. I lie her back against the plush mattress.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say to her, climbing up the bed across her body to meet her lips once more with mine.
We kiss and it explodes into more want than anything I have ever known. A grumbling erupts from my chest, and I pull her closer to me. My hand travels down her sweet body, and landing just between her thighs. I rub my fingers over the thin material of her bikini bottoms, right over the panel covering her pussy. She’s soaked for me and my dick hardens in anticipation.
I need to spread her out, and get her ready for the fuck I know is coming. I slip her bikini to the side and glide my hand through her wetness. “You’re so hot and ready for me.” She nods, her eyes closing with pleasure. It’s written all over her beautiful face.
“Oh, Victor,” she moans out.
This makes me smile, hearing my name from her lips. Seeing the absolute ecstacy all over her features. I press the tip of my finger barely inside her. She’s tight. Tighter than I remembered. Fuck.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” I ask through my blinding lust.
She shakes her head no; her big eyes meeting mine. “No.”
“Never?” Poor girl. I push the pad of my finger in just a little more until my knuckle is fully inside her.
She squirms and wriggles with pleasure making her hips buck against my hand. I kiss her on the lips, my cock at full mast.
It’s almost painful how hard I am for her, but I don’t focus on my pleasure, just hers. Only hers. It’s all I care about right now. Like I’m a fiend for it. I need it more than I need my own breath.
“I want you to listen carefully, Isabel, because I’m going to talk you through everything that’s about to happen. I’m going to make you come. I’m going to finger fuck your pussy so good you’ll be screaming my name in under five minutes,” I promise her. “Maybe I’ll give you ten minutes before you explode if you’re a good girl.”
Isabel sucks in a breath of air and her eyes close. Her body accepts a little more of my finger, and I begin pushing in and out of her. She’s so slick for me, making it easier to dig a little deeper on each thrust. I think she likes when I talk a little dirty to her. It makes her really wet.
“You’re being a really good girl, Isabel. Somebody is very happy to see me, and I think it’s this wet pussy.”
Isabel’s hips buck again from the combination of my words and my finger stroking inside of her. Her body opens up for me like a flower in the sunlight. It’s a beautiful sight to see, and I can’t stop staring at the way her pussy takes my finger.
I pick up my speed, my lips needing another taste of her sweet skin. I kiss her shoulder, lapping my tongue over her collarbone, and then down further to the swell of her tits. I travel my tongue right down the valley of her cleavage, and bring my lips over the material of her bikini top, and feel her pebbled nipple underneath. I bite around her, barely grazing it with my teeth and she lets out a solid moan as her hips pick up speed with my finger.
I try for another finger as my mouth plays with her nipple. I take my other hand and remove the cup from one of her tits, and am met her with her brown areola. I bring my head down, lowering my mouth over it, sucking her whole tit into my mouth. Her hands dig into my hair, pushing my head into her. I rush my tongue over her nipple, sucking, nibbling, biting her tender flesh.
My finger is in heaven, and as I try for the second finger she moans even louder this time.
Fuck, I’m so turned on.
I’m half-tempted to fuck her right here and now, but I know she’s not ready for my girth. Finger fucking will have to do for now. I take my thumb, rubbing the pad over her clit, treating it roughly with each pass, knowing she’s so close to her orgasm that this action will be the push she needs to bring her over the edge.
“I’m so close,” she cries out.
“I know you are, baby. Come for your soon-to-be-husband.” Calling myself her husband turns me on more than it should. “Show me what a good wife you’ll be.”
Fuck, I love claiming her like this. I love calling her my wife. I almost forget for one minute that this is all fake. That she’ll never be my wife. But in this moment I live in the fantasy with her.
Her eyes meet mine and they’re open and honest, innocent and glazed over with pleasure, and begging for me to give her release.
“Come for me,” I whisper against the skin of her breast.
Her nails dig into my skin as she lets loose, repeating my name over and over like a prayer.
I feel like a god, and that I’ve stepped into some sort of heaven I’ve never experienced before.
14
Isabel
After I’ve cleaned up and affixed my bikini back over my body, Victor and I head for the pool. We spend the afternoon drinking, snacking, and laughing it up under the sun. Other scantily clad and beautifully built women are sitting around the pool sunbathing and gawking at Victor, but he doesn’t seem to even notice. It’s as if I’m the only woman in his world right now. It may only be for the show we’re putting on this week, but somehow all of that doesn’t matter. I feel special.
I see the way a few of the women look at Victor, as if they’d love to make him into a meal, and who can blame them? He’s downright gorgeous with his chiseled abs, dark olive coloring, and eyes that seem to change colors in the sun.
And that smile.
They might be few and far between, but when Victor smiles and flashes those pearly whites, it’s like he’s only smiling for you. No other man here this weekend comes even close to matching his perfection. And no other man,
I bet, could ever make me come as hard as Victor can. It’s crazy how my body responds to him. Like it was made for him.
Victor splashes around in the pool with me for a bit, and then he wraps his arms around me. and pulls me tightly into his chest.
“Eww, you’re all wet,” I tease.
“I like being able to do this.”
“Do what?”
“Touch you whenever I want to.”
I smile. “You like getting your way, huh?”
His eyes hint at a bit of mischievousness. “Always,” he admits before kissing me.
I believe him. Victor is not the type of man to ask twice for something he wants. In fact, I bet a man like Victor doesn’t have to ask at all.
“What is it you do exactly?” I ask after catching my breath.
He chuckles. “I thought you did some research on me?”
“A few of the articles were over my head.”
“I’m into technology,” he pauses. “Computers and stuff like that. Pretty boring actually.”
“Ah, so you’re really smart?”
He nods with a smirk on his face. “Something like that.”
And then just like that he kisses me, in front of everyone, and I let him. No warning. It was just like we are a real couple, and he’s kissing his fiancee because he just can’t resist her any longer.
I love the way his lips feel against mine. Soft and rough. Like feathers and glass. A lethal combination. Is it ridiculous that I would love to have Victor in my life– always? Like I can see myself in this life with him, but then I catch myself. What I’m daydreaming about is not possible.
He pulls back. “You’re the sexiest woman here this weekend.” He kisses my neck as shivers ignite through my body, and I can feel the need pulsing between my legs. “You’re actually the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
My eyes widen at his admission as my chest warms. “Really?”
He kisses my lips with a quick peck. “Really.”
If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear Victor was wishing every person at this pool would leave so he could have his way with me...again.
We leave the pool, and spend the next forty-five minutes or so getting dressed in our best to have dinner with everyone out in the courtyard.
“You look amazing,” Victor says as I do a little twirl for him in my dress. It’s a pale pink, glittery gown which hugs every curve I have in all the right places. I wear my hair out in a big curly wash and go, and I give myself a serious glow with the new highlighter in my makeup bag. I have to say, I’ve never felt more glamorous, and the glow on me is real!
The courtyard has been transformed by white tents and strings of white lights hanging from the oak trees. I spot a seat next to Jaden, and Victor and I make our way closer to sit by him. I let the two of them discuss business as I glance at the waiters about to serve our first course. I almost feel guilty for being here. Like I don’t belong.
One of my old jobs was working at the downtown bowling alley cleaning bathrooms and whatever else they asked me to clean. Now I’m here eating with billionaires. This whole new world is out of my league.
A seasonal salad is placed before me, and I push the tomato around on my plate while everyone else enjoys themselves.
“These retreats are never my favorite,” a woman says next to me.
“Persia, right?” I ask her, trying to remember her name. I’ve been introduced to so many people this weekend.
“Yes, I’m Don’s wife.” She points to a balding man across from her. I smile at him as he nods.
“You’re very beautiful,” she says to me. “Your fiance is lucky to have you.”
“Thank you.” I blush a little. “How many of these retreats have you come to?” I ask trying to make conversation.
“All of them.” She rolls her eyes. “I feel like there’s one every month, but it’s closer to every quarter.”
“Oh wow. Is Victor always at them?”
She smiles and the crow’s feet around her eyes deepen as she does. “Yes, but I’ve never seen him so happy.”
I beam with pride. “I wish I could say it’s all me.” I know it isn’t. It has to be his dealings with Jaden. Things must be going well.
She shakes her head, her gray hair bobbing around her shoulders. “It’s when he looks at you. I’ve never seen him like this.”
“I’m sure he looks at all the women in the same way that he brings to these things.”
Her face is puzzled. “You’re the only woman he’s ever brought to one of these retreats, and I mean you are his fiancee.”
“Ah.” I sip my champagne and glance at Victor.
He smiles back at me, and a warmth rushes through, jilting my bones all the way to the marrow.
My mind is made up. Tonight is the night I lose my virginity. No ifs, ands, buts about it. Tonight is the night I will give myself over to this man. Hopefully I can do so without getting my heart crushed in the process.
I don’t care about my heart any longer, it’s lost the war to my mind. My mind has decided. Tonight is the night. Virgin no more, hear me roar, and all those other cliche terms that would fit perfectly here. I just can’t take the thought of not having this man inside me any longer. I need him more than I have ever needed anything else. And that is saying a lot.
My virginity is a goner, and I will not shed a tear for her. It’s about time I let her go, and I couldn’t imagine anyone more perfect than Victor to be the one to take her away.
15
Victor
All through dinner I’ve had to focus on the words Jaden was saying to me to keep from having a semi from staring at Isabel all night. To say she looks stunning tonight is an understatement. After dinner, we retire early, because I can’t wait to get my hands on her. I kiss her the minute I shut the door.
“I need you, Isabel.”
“And I need you to fuck me.”
My dick just went from semi to rock hard in a matter of seconds. I wasn’t expecting her to say something so raw.
“You sure?”
She nods her head yes, wide eyes and soft curves aimed at me.
“Good, cause baby, I don’t think I can hold off any longer. We’ll go slow though.”
She wraps her arms around me.
“Just do it however fast you want. Fuck me like you want to. I want you to be happy.”
I grab her chin, bringing her lips close to mine.
“This makes me happy,” I assure her. “You make me happy.”
“I want you to feel good, Victor. Don’t take it slow. I don’t care. I’m a virgin, but I won’t break.”
My dick is practically bursting through my slacks. Thoughts of slamming my thickness into her fills my mind. Even if she says to keep going, I won’t hurt her. I don’t want to. I want her to enjoy herself every minute.
“I’ll go slow. I’ll make sure you can handle me or this won’t be good for either of us.”
We both undress each other slowly, tempting the other. I massage both of her tits and take turns sucking on her nipples. She rubs her hands along my chest and shoulders, then sliding them into my scalp as I continue to feast on her breasts. She eventually pulls away and lies back, spreading her legs for me.
“Come get this, Victor.”
I stare deep into my little temptress’s brown eyes. I can smell the want wafting from her pussy. Rolling the condom I grabbed off the nightstand over my dick, I smile to her before laying my body on top of her.
“Here I come.”
She moans as I press my cock at her entrance. Her touch is hot on my skin. I slip inside of her, pushing gently as I go further. It’s tight inside, and I feel her body tensing as I try pushing through the barrier.
“Am I hurting you?” I ask.
She shakes her head silently, and I push even deeper, finally breaking through the barrier and getting inside. I make sure to wait a moment to let her body acclimate to my size, and then it begins– a slow and delicious push and pull of our bo
dies. Thrusting, digging, and sinking inside her pussy.
So tight.
So fucking hot.
My God, I’d give anything in the world to be able to have this pussy every night. Best pussy I’ve ever fucked. Best pussy I could ever even imagine fucking. A beautiful, smart, confident woman with a tight pussy and killer tits. I’m a fucking lucky man.
I pump inside her. It’s getting easier now because of how wet she’s getting for me. My cock is ready to burst. It’s so hard and so ready.
“You feel so good,” I say on an exquisite grunt.
Her body is so responsive as she bucks beneath me meeting me thrust for thrust. I want more. I want to go deeper. I grab her ass, spreading her pussy wide open for me. I go harder, pressing my luck a bit, and her eyes fly open.
“Oh fuck, Victor.”
“Yeah, you like that?” I groan out.
She incoherently nods, so I push in deeper again. Back and forth our bodies unite in the hottest, sexiest, nastiest way possible. This will be one experience I won’t be forgetting anytime soon. Her body wraps around me like a glove, like she was made just for my cock.
It’s beautiful.
She is.
We are...together.
Under the moonlight streaming through the windows, we our beautiful in our own little private sanctuary. An ultimate fuck fest. I own her in this room. She’s mine. Nobody else’s. She belongs to me.
It sounds good to say those words and to know that I was first to give her pleasure, and that she is willingly surrending her pleasure to me–not because I’m paying her to.
I push in again and she moans, her walls clenching my cock. I struggle to breathe as she moves her hands down my back, nails scraping skin. They make their way down and grab my bare ass. She grips tight, pushing me inside her further, egging me on with her force. I slam into her.
