Dr. Billionaire's Virgin

by Melinda Minx

  “Fuck,” I whisper.

  “We will,” he says, smirking.

  “No,” I say. “That’s not what I meant. Kaden, there’s simply no way that will—”

  “On your knees,” he commands me.

  I obey, but I’m trembling in fear.

  He grabs me and pulls me toward the edge of the bed, and then I’m face to face with his huge monster of a cock.

  “Grab it,” he says. “Get to know it before it’s inside you.”

  I gulp, but grab hold of his shaft. It’s rock-hard, but somehow softer than I expected. It’s like there’s a layer wrapped around something harder than steel. And it’s warm, much warmer than I expected. I can see and feel his veins bulging out, and when I squeeze it gently, I can feel his pulse beating through his cock.

  I look up at him, and I see that his mouth is hanging open, and he’s breathing heavy. This must feel good to him.

  I squeeze harder, and I start to run my hand up and down his length. He’s so thick that I can’t quite touch my index finger to my thumb, but I have a solid enough grip that I can run my hand up and down his length with constant pressure, a steady rhythm.

  “Good girl, Rose,” he says. “You’re a natural.”

  I look down at the head of his shaft, and I see a wet drop of precum has formed on the tip of his dick. I feel compelled to lick it up, wanting to taste him. I lean forward and press my lips against him. I kiss his dick, and I slide my tongue out to lap up his wetness. It tastes salty, but it tastes like Kaden. A good, manly taste.

  I feel a further urge. I want to wrap my lips around him. I move forward, taking his thick cock into my mouth. My lips are stretched by his incredible girth, but I manage to take the whole head of his cock into my mouth. I feel the veiny bulge of his shaft touch against my lips, and I know I’ve done it.

  “Take it slow,” Kaden says.

  I start to suck on him, not trying to go any deeper. I reach my hands down to his balls, and I cup them gently in my hands. I move my hand slowly along his balls, massaging them—but worried that I’ll hurt him if I apply too much pressure.

  I feel my drool dripping down his shaft and out of the corners of my mouth. I slide myself further down, taking him another inch in as I suck. I get my lips air-tight around him, and the drool stops leaking out. There’s a wet slap of suction as I suck in another half-inch, but now it feels like his head is nearly going down my throat. I can’t get him any deeper without gagging.

  “Good, Rose,” he says. “Don’t just suck, bob your head up and down…”

  His voice is heavy, like he is so overwhelmed that he can barely speak. It feels amazing knowing that I’m doing this to him—that I’m making him feel so good.

  I suck harder, and I start to pull my head up, until I feel the ridges of his head leave my lips, and then I slurp him back up, going as deep as I dare.

  “Fuck, yes,” he says, grunting. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

  I keep going, picking up a steady rhythm. Kaden starts to thrust his hips against me, increasing the friction. His cock is slick with my saliva, and then I feel that salty taste again, and his own precum joins in the mix. I slide my wet tongue up and down his shaft, slurping and sucking as I go.

  I cup his balls, and then I feel them tighten up.

  “I’m going to cum,” he says.

  I don’t know what that means. I mean, I know what it means, but I don’t know if he wants me to let go of him so he doesn’t explode down my throat—or if that’s what he wants me to do.

  I err on the side of pleasing him as much as possible, and I just move my lips up and down his cock faster and faster, sucking as hard as I can.

  He moans, and I feel his cock twitch in my mouth, like a shotgun firing. Then thick loads of cum begin to blast into my mouth. After two or three pulses, my mouth is so full that his cum starts dripping out of my mouth and down his shaft. But his dick keeps shooting more, and I have to start swallowing as I suck.

  His thick load drips down my throat, and his taste and scent fills me up. I start to drink greedily, wanting to swallow him up and lick him clean.

  “Fuck,” he says. “God, it’s so good, I can’t believe you’ve never done that before…”

  I suck down all of his seed, and then I let him pop out of my mouth. I examine his cock, and I lick up any leftover cum that spilled out. I swallow it all down.

  Then I look up at him with big eyes, the picture of innocence. “I’ve never done it before, doctor, I swear. I just wanted to drink it all down, that’s all.”

  He lifts me up, then throws me down onto the bed. I land ass up, and he pulls at my hips until my ass is tilted up in the air.

  “When I give shots to people who are afraid of needles,” I say, “I make sure they don’t look. It always hurts more if you’re looking at it happen.”

  I turn my head to look back at him, and I see his raging hard cock throbbing and moving toward me. How can he be hard again already?

  “So look away, Rose,” he says, “and then it won’t hurt.”

  I look down and shut my eyes. He’s been right about everything else, so he must be right about this, too. I just find it hard to believe that it won’t hurt, but I still want him.

  “Okay,” he says. “It might hurt at first, I won’t lie, but it will feel so good right after that, that you’ll forget it ever hurt at all. It will hurt so good.”

  I gulp.

  I feel his big cock sliding against my lips. They are still soaking wet from when I came. And when I was sucking down Kaden’s cum, I became even more wet, and that same pressure from before started building up again. I’m good and wet inside and out, and .I’m definitely ready for this, for him.

  He pulls his dick back, and I feel the head pressing against my opening.

  I’m glad I’m not looking—he’s right. If I was looking at it, I’d be trying to imagine that big thing inside of me, but now I just feel a nice warmth pressing against my soaking wet hole.

  And then the warmth begins to slide in.

  It doesn’t hurt at all, and then it does. I feel my insides stretching beyond what his fingers did to me, and there’s a feeling of intense pressure and more stretching.

  I gasp.

  “Relax,” he says. “It will feel good really soon.”

  It already feels good. I realize what he meant by hurting good. It hurts really good, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get enough of it. I’m stretched wide, but his thick cock is inside my wet pussy, and my walls are squeezing him tight. I imagine how it must feel for him, and that alone makes it feel good.

  It does hurt, and as he presses deeper in, I stretch out even more. The pain builds up with each centimeter deeper he goes. I hold my breath as the pain starts to spike. I worry that each little bit deeper he goes will just keep hurting more and more and more and—

  Then something happens. As the pain becomes almost unbearable, it suddenly washes away. I feel my inner walls slide across his skin, and drench his cock in my juices. Warmth floods through me, and the pain starts to melt away into the warmth of our union.

  “Oh my God,” I say.

  “I don’t make false promises,” he says, sliding in deeper.

  Now each inch further he goes feels better and better. I start to feel impatient, I want to swallow up his whole cock. I want to feel myself stuffed completely by his incredible girth. I need to feel it. I crave it.

  “Deeper,” I say, drool dripping out of my mouth. I reach up and touch my clit, running a finger against it. I want to get even more wet, and I want Kaden to feel all of my juices flowing against him.

  His fingers dig into my waist, and he slides them back against my hips. He slaps my ass and presses deeper into me.

  My body trembles, and he starts to slide back out. In and out.

  The wetness spreads all across his cock and my insides, and his in-and-out movement increases the heat and friction against our skin.

  “It’s so good,” I say, voice heav
y with pleasure. “So damn good.”

  He just grunts in response, speeding up his rhythm.

  I clench my insides against him, and his cock slides against my intense tightness. I can feel it throbbing within me even as it slides in and out.

  “Fuck,” he says. “God, Rose, you are so damn tight. I never want to pull out.”

  “Don’t then,” I say. “Stay inside me.”

  He fucks me faster. Harder. I feel his balls slapping against me with each thrust, and his whole cock is sheathed inside me with each forceful penetration.

  I finger my clit furiously as he slams into me, but then he tears my wrist away, and his fingers take over.

  Oh. Wow. That is something.

  His cock starts to hit a spot inside me that sends my body into autopilot. My hips move furiously against him, and his finger slides up and down my slick clit. I feel the intense pressure from before building up, but now it’s coming from two different spots within me.

  They build up to form a massive wall, like a dam ready to break.

  Then they both break at once, and I feel my pussy pulse and squeeze Kaden’s cock as it thrusts in and out, his balls pounding against me.

  I moan and scream, and he fingers my clit faster, and then I feel his cock start to twitch inside me.

  Incredible thick warmth floods my insides as he blows his load inside me. I can’t swallow it this time, and once my pussy fills up, I feel it dripping out of me. Some hits my thighs, and some drips onto his bed.

  I scream and laugh and cry as the orgasm blasts through me. It’s like every good feeling in the world all rolled up into one, and it’s shooting through my body and brain in waves.

  His cock keeps jerking inside me as my orgasm dies down, and the last of his thick loads floods into me. Finally I feel his cock twitching, but nothing more is coming out, and my body is trembling. I’m completely spent.

  He pulls out of me, and I wrap my legs and arms around him. I rest my head on his chest, and I fall asleep, the two of us wrapped in a warm embrace—better than any drug.

  15

  Kaden

  I make breakfast for Rose, but when I go to wake her, she doesn't want to get up.

  “Bacon, eggs, orange juice…”

  “It sounds so good,” she says. “But I can’t move.”

  I go back to the kitchen and bring her a tray to eat in bed.

  “Breakfast in bed…” she says, her face lighting up. “I wasn’t trying to make you—”

  “I know,” I say. “But it’s fine.”

  “Aren’t you going to join me?” she asks.

  “I’d love to,” I say. “But I’m late for work.”

  She pouts at me, but I grin. “I’ll be back tonight. You’re free to stay here, but you probably don’t want to just abandon Dylan right after moving in with him.”

  “Oh, shit,” she says. “I didn’t even…”

  She grabs her phone. “Shit, it’s dead!”

  I hand her a charger, but it’s a micro-USB, and I realize she has an iPhone.

  “You don’t have an iPhone charger?” she asks.

  I shake my head.

  She gets out of bed and puts on a robe I laid out beside the bed for her. “Give me your keys. I left my purse in your car.”

  “I can go get it—”

  “It’s fine,” she says. “You have to finish getting ready for work, don’t you?”

  She winks at me, looking down at my underwear.

  I toss her the keys and go to find some pants.

  I hear the door open, but then I hear her scream, and then I hear the door slam shut.

  I rush toward her, ready to fight whoever made her scream.

  “What is it?” I ask, looking at her back pressed against the door, a terrified look on her face.

  “There are like…” she says, “twenty reporters outside in your driveway.”

  I feel angry now. I go to pull her away from the door so I can get outside to give these leeches a piece of my mind.

  “Wait, Kaden,” she says, grabbing my arm. “What did we say?”

  “Out of my way, Rose.”

  “We said,” she says, “that we’d discuss how to handle this. What are you going to do?”

  “It’s none of their fucking business,” I say. “I’m going to tell them to fuck off.”

  “How will that look?” I ask. “Why don’t we just own it?”

  “Are you serious?”

  “It will help you with Dr. Bell, won’t it?”

  I let out an exasperated sigh. “Fuck Dr. Bell, I don’t need you dragged through the media, and—”

  She pulls me into her and kisses me. “I’m happy to be with you, Kaden, and what will make the press bored faster than anything?”

  I shrug. “No idea.”

  “A happy couple,” she says, taking my hand and opening the door.

  We step outside, hand in hand.

  The cameras all go off, and I wish she’d at least put on some clothes before doing this. The robe covers her body, but still.

  “Dr. Prince! Did Rose stay the night at your house?”

  “No,” Rose says, before I can speak. “I just came here first thing in the morning and put on a bathrobe.”

  The reporters laugh.

  “How long have you been sleeping together?” another reporter asks.

  “None of your business,” I say, stepping in front of Rose.

  The reporters flash each other worried looks. I want them to be afraid to ask questions like that.

  We field ten or so questions, and I give Rose a look that tells her I’m done and should go back inside. She nods.

  “That’s all for now,” I say. “I’d appreciate it if you could all clear out of my driveway. I have patients to go see.”

  We walk back inside the house and shut the door. Rose laughs.

  “That wasn’t so bad,” she says, smiling.

  “I guess not.”

  “Dr. Bell will eat it up,” she says.

  “She probably will,” I say, grinning. It definitely bought me some leeway.

  “Use it to stay in her good graces,” Rose says, raising a finger to me. “Don’t use it to just do something crazy and dumb again, okay?

  “I’ll do my best.”

  “Oh,” I say. “You still need your phone charger.”

  I go back outside, and thankfully the reporters have mostly packed up and gone. A few are still getting into their cars and vans, but I ignore them and grab Rose’s purse out of the car.

  I hand it to her when we’re back inside, and she grabs out the charger and plugs in her phone. After a minute or so, the phone has enough charge to fire up.

  “God,” she says. “Dylan left like six voicemails.”

  She opens up her texts, frowns, then laughs.

  “What?” I ask.

  “He was worried,” she says. “But I think he realized what we, uh, did, and the last message he sent was, ‘Okay fine I think I know what’s up, if I’m wrong, call me as soon as you can if you need anything. If I’m right, PLEASE do not tell me any details.”

  I laugh. “I’m an only child, but I can imagine you wouldn't want to know about your sister's sex life.”

  She smiles wide and lets out a big sigh. “I’m so relieved that I actually have a sex life now.”

  She bites into a piece of bacon.

  I grin. “I can’t complain either.”

  When I get out of my car, I see someone walking toward me. It looks like a man’s frame, but he’s got a wide-brimmed hat covering his face.

  He starts approaching me, and I stand tall, staring him down. I don’t want to fight, but I will if—

  He looks up, and I see that it’s Dr. Meiner.

  “You can’t be here—”

  “Shut up, Dr. Prince,” he says. “And get in the car. Open the passenger door for me.”

  “I’m sorry about what happened,” I say. “But I can’t be seen with—”

  “Get in the car!” he
demands. “Or I’ll make a scene, and you will be seen with me then!”

  I could probably play it off, I realize, but I also remember Rose telling me not to waste the good will I’ve earned with Dr. Bell by doing something stupid.

  “Fine,” I snap. “Get in, and be fucking quiet.”

  I get back into the car, and then hit the button on the key for the passenger-side door to open up.

  Meiner slides in and shuts the door. “Medical doctors do quite well,” he says, looking around my car. “I went into research because I cared about furthering medicine more than furthering myself.”

  I sigh. “Look, Meiner, I feel like shit about what happened, but I can’t—”

  “Your patient—I mean your girlfriend—told me all about it. Save it.”

  “She came to see you?” I ask.

  I told Rose she should go see Dr. Meiner, but I figured she’d at least tell me about it.

  He narrows his eyes at me. “She promised me she’d convince you to come clean.”

  I realize that if I tell him the truth, Rose could get in hot water with him. I have to pretend that she did tell me, but that it was my decision not to act on it.

  “Oh,” I say. “Right, I got your message.”

  “You’re a bad liar, Dr. Prince,” he says. “She never told you.”

  “You got shafted, man,” I say. “That’s what Dr. Bell and this hospital do.”

  “And yet you keep working for them?”

  “I work for my patients,” I say. “It’s not like any other hospital is run any differently. I want to do the most good that I can—”

  “I guess I got unlucky then,” Meiner says. “Since you completely ruined my career.”

  “You want me to come clean?” I ask. “You think that will save your career? Remember, I tried to save your career by letting you leave early so you didn’t get caught red-handed.”

  “At least being caught red-handed would have saved my reputation! Now no one even believes I played any part in saving Rose! I worked on this machine for nearly a decade, and I have nothing to show for it! If you come clean, I will be implicated, yes, but at least everyone will know that it was my research! Dr. Bell has forged the surgical records, and it looks like she bought this flawed idea from me, and then her researchers fixed it so it could work. It’s all bullshit!”