by Mia Madison
She leaned back on her elbows, cheeks red, those gorgeous brown eyes looking at me with a mixture of obedience and need, telling me she’d do anything I wanted her to do.
I feel safe with you. That’s what she told me before. It had a different meaning now.
You are safe with me… in every way, I thought as I looked at her. I’ve got you… and you’re mine. You’re mine in ways you can’t even begin to understand.
I pulled up a chair, right in the center of her split. Leaning forward slowly, I wrapped my arms around those thighs. They were plump and toasty, letting me know she had a perfect set of earmuffs for the cold.
Closing my eyes, I lowered my nose to the fabric laid over that juicy cunt, inhaling deeply. Damn, she smelled good. She had a savory, sweet scent that I knew I wouldn’t get enough of. I kissed her plump pussy through her panties, and nipped her lips gently.
“I hope you taste as good as you look.” Hooking her panties to the side with my thumb, my tongue made near immediate with her clit. It was juicy and wet, slick with her natural ambrosia.
Holy fuck. She tasted like sweet Thanksgiving ham. You know, the seasoned honey-baked ham that is marinated and prepared with delicate spice blends of clove and basil?
I could eat pussy like a champ, but her pussy would have me feasting for hours.
“Oh god!” She cried out, feeling my tongue lave itself against her clit. I assaulted her pussy with my lips and tongue like a madman, suckling on the clit at the perfect angles, and using my arms to lock her into place. She wanted to run and fight me. She couldn’t believe what I was doing to her.
… But I was hungry for every drop of juicy cunt honey she oozed. She had the perfect name, Valencia, because she was sweet as the orange of the same name.
“Fuck, baby… you taste so fucking good.” Her hips began to gyrate against my mouth as she moaned and writhed. I looked out to see her back arched with her head tilted in ecstasy, and nearly blew my fucking load. That kind of gorgeousness was rare to see; whenever I’d get to plunge my cock deep inside her, I guaranteed it would be the sweetest sin.
She grabbed the back of my head and adjusted my lips to latch on to her clit. It was then that I realized her most sensitive area was on the topmost left corner of her clit. Moving my tongue in that direction, I began moaning and groaning, determined to make her juices cum until they dripped down my chin.
Valencia fought, and fought. She begged and pleaded. But when she came, she screamed my name like I was an Italian god.
“Gio…God… Gio… Oh fuck. Fuck! I’m cumin. Oh-oh fuck… I’m cumming…” Her curvy thighs shook in my arms and I felt my cock jerk and drip as I lapped up every ounce I could. Whatever I didn’t catch was caught in my chin and slathered all over my beard.
I licked my lips as I savored the flavor. Yea, she had that Thanksgiving honey-baked ham, smothered in orange and honey flavor. Succulent and filling.
My tummy was full, but now it was my cock was screaming for release. I was going to be the one doing the filling now.
I stood up, meeting my cock to cunt level, dropping my pants. My thick eight inches rubbed up and down her slit. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I felt my veins coat themselves in her juices.
“Sweeeeeeet fuck, you get wet,” I admonished. “Juicy…”
My cock was raring, ready to go when I lined my cock to up to her entrance, looked in her eyes and paused. Instead of seeing her wet as fuck and ready to cum, she looked scared shitless.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?”
She spoke so low I could barely hear her. When I asked her to to speak up, my damn jaw dropped to the floor.
“Say that again?”
“I’m a virgin.”
21
Valencia
“I’m a virgin.”
My voice was shaky, but I resolved to own my truth. Yes, I was a virgin. Aside of oral sex, which hadn’t happened in eons, my sexual experience with men was limited.
“A virgin.”
Gio’s tone was more thoughtful than skeptical. Holding his stiff cock by my entrance, I bit my lip at the smooth, sensual way his thick shaft slid up and down my slit, bumping itself over my clit.
My eyes tightened with desire. My pussy really wanted to fuck, but I was scared. Even though sex wasn’t as big a deal as people used to make it, I knew my first time had to be special. Erika and I had it all planned out. I purchased the lingerie, the perfume, and even had my hairstyle for that big day picked out.
… I wanted Gio, badly, but I didn’t want him like this.
Cold air hit my pussy. I yelped and looked. Gio was sitting on the chair, with his pants pulled up. His elbow anchored on his thigh and his fingers were playing in the thick black mass of his hair, which had been growing freely due to his lack of recent haircut.
“Fuck.” He snarled. “I should have known better.”
Sitting up, I turned red. “I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you. I was embarrassed.”
“It’s not your fault.” His tone softened. Through his mutters, I could hear him berate himself for getting carried away and going too far.
“You didn’t go too far. We went too far.”
I refused to let him take the blame.
Gio shook his head, indicating that I didn’t understand.
“Sweetheart, I’m an older man. I’ve known you all your life, since you were a baby.” His genuine energy radiated in his eyes. “You’ve grown up to be beautiful, absolutely beautiful. I can’t keep my eyes off you…”
“Thank you…” My soft whisper was nearly a coo.
He groaned, before he continued. “…But that doesn’t mean I have the right to take advantage of you.”
“What? You’re not taking advantage,” I huffed. “I’m choosing to participate in this game with you.”
“That’s exactly it, though, love.” He used his hands to emphasize his point. “Love, sex… baby, those ain’t games you want to play, especially if you’re a virgin.”
“That’s my decision to make.”
He sighed.
“Don’t look like that,” I said. “It’s all over your face. You want to do it. You want to fuck me. I want to feel you. Let’s do it.”
Virginity plans be damned, I wanted to feel this man. I wanted to take his pain, feel him break through my innocence and shatter my purity. I wanted to be claimed by this man. And I was - but here he was pulling away, even with my juices wet on his beard.
Only because I’m a virgin.
“This is not the way any lady should lose her virginity.” He looked at me. “Girls dream and plan for these kind of events. They’re supposed to be special, intimate. It’s a moment you’ll remember for the rest of your life.”
“I will remember this for the rest of my life.”
I pushed away from the table, wrapped my arms around him. He looked so sexy and handsome, especially because the freaked out look on his face was all about my welfare and well-being.
He placed his arms over mine, squeezed me tight and stood to his feet.
“I would… love, I mean absolutely love, to make love to you… fuck you on this desk and hear you scream my name with your nails digging in my back,” he confessed. “But we’re practically asking to burn everything your father’s worked for to the ground.”
I looked at him, in complete shock of his rejection. My eyes misted, and he caressed my cheek.”
“I have a lot of respect for you. I would love to have you… but your first time needs to be with a man who has plans for you. Real plans beyond a passionate affair.”
“I’m young, but I’m ready,” I insisted. “You said it yourself: you need a woman who is ready for a family. Plenty of guys would take my virginity without any respect or consideration for my feelings after. We could take it slow, but we are practically family. If anything happens to Dad, we’re stuck with each other and practically family anyway.”
He shook his head in protest again, and I attempted to appeal to
him by stroking his cock. It had gone soft, but a few strokes had him groaning with need.
“…You didn’t even get to cum. Let me suck it for you.”
Without so much as a word, Gio stepped back, put his cock back into his sweats, and walked away.
The soft click of the latch, followed by the sound of the door, crushed my soul.
Not only was the conversation over, we were over.
22
Gio
Leaving Valencia like that was an asshole thing to do. No words could describe how much of a dick I felt doing that. But it needed to be done.
Over the past few weeks since she’s been here, she’s been a positive distraction. She’s made me forget about the hole in my heart, and showed me that maybe my ex and I weren’t working because we weren’t meant for each other.
At the same time, I couldn’t convince myself that a young, beautiful twenty-two-year-old fresh out of college was meant for me either.
We were worlds apart from each other. My day is spent figuring out how to add another zero to the end of my bank account balance, and providing for a little girl whose mother could care less of her daily well-being. Valencia’s days were spent learning to fill her father’s shoes and make a name for herself.
That was another thing. Vit. He would kill me if he discovered how far things had gone. A kiss was bad enough. I had this girl panting, writhing, and screaming my name on top of her desk in the office.
… Swirling her clit all over my tongue.
… Releasing her pussy juice in my mouth.
… Pushing my face into her pussy until she couldn’t take no more.
… Begging to be fucked.
Making matters even worse, she was a virgin. She didn’t understand how serious it would be for her in the end of she gave herself to me, only for it not to work out. That devastates a woman.
I’ve never cheated, but in my younger years, I may have hurt women by not taking them seriously. It wasn’t until I had Riley that I realized how precious they are. And since I believe in karma, I realize it may not affect me directly, but someone close to me in order to hurt me more.
I promised myself I would never hurt a woman, especially if it prevented karma from biting my princess in the ass.
That night, and for the rest of the weekend, I kicked my own ass for the way things ended with Valencia and I. It was awkward, because when Riley asked to “see uncle Vit,” the first thing she asked him was to see where “ViVi is.”
“ViVi went to run some errands,” he said. “She says hello and she’ll see you later this week.”
Riley may have pouted for a minute, but my heart silently sunk into my stomach. For the first time, I was glum. I realized then that I was fooling myself. I had been coming over to Vit’s, eager to spend time with Valencia just as much as I spent time with Vit.
“Uncle Vit, will you and ViVi come to my recital?” Riley asked.
“When is it?” Riley looked at me quizzically.
“Two weeks honey.”
“Two weeks.”
“I would love to come to your recital,” Vit said. “I’m sure ViVi would love to come too.”
“Yay!” Riley squealed. “I get to dress up and dance. I’m excited.”
“So am I!” Vit said. “ViVi and I will cheer you on.”
* * *
By Monday morning, I was anxious for Valencia. I wanted to see her face, see what she wore to the Monday morning meeting, and update her on the project. She was capable of handling it on her own, but I knew she was still nervous.
I hoped maybe the project could allow us to focus on what’s important, and segue back to where we were. I’d have to apologize, admit my fault, and be prepared to eat crow, but I was willing to do whatever it took to make her see I understood.
Valencia didn’t fail to impress. She wore a leopard bandage dress that skimmed her delicious figure, accented with high hell Giuseppe Zanotti Cruel Summer shoes. I remember the style because Riley’s mom wanted a pair.
Valencia’s eyes were done up, and the blush on her cheeks accentuated her sculpted features. She’d blown out the curls I was used to seeing. Instead her hair was bone straight, and glossy.
She looked like Monica Bellucci meets America’s Next Top Model.
“Good morning,” she said to everyone, without looking at anyone in particular. When we made eye contact, her gaze was steady and unreadable, but her lips flattened in a grim smile.
“Good morning, Gio.” She spoke clinically as she walked past me. My heart raced at the scent her perfume. Whatever it was, it was different, and it was meant to make your cock hard. As if on cue, she turned and looked at me, winking haughtily as she caught me ogling her outfit while under the spell of her perfume.
“You like?” She said. “It’s a new scent I found this weekend.”
She knew what she was doing.
“It’s nice,” I offered. Nodding my head, I added, “Really lovely.”
“Thank you.” She plugged earbuds into the computer, something she never does, and proceeded to go to work.
My phone chimed. It was an email from her work address.
Let me know when the Monday meeting is ready. I went over some figures with dad/Vit, and I need to double check everything before noon today. Thank you.
Her deliberate formality threw me off. She could have just told me that. Why did she have to distance herself via email?
As if that weren’t enough, the Monday meeting was terrible. Everything was running smoothly. It’s just that I noticed Valencia’s brain was anywhere but in the room with us.
She smiled and blushed at her phone the entire time. Whoever she was talking to really had her full attention. I could barely get her to look up when it was my turn to speak.
The final straw for me came at lunch time. Vit, Valencia, and I usually ordered something and ate in the conference room.
“See you guys.” She grabbed her purse and did her catwalk to the door. “I’m meeting a friend for lunch.”
I had no idea where she went, or who this friend was, but there were a dozen roses waiting for her on the desk when she returned, along with a teddy bear and a card. She also had the nerve to return to the office with another bouquet of flowers and a small gift bag.
Coworkers questioned who the lucky guy was, but she played it off demurely.
“Someone who thinks I’m special,” she cooed, batting her eyelashes before plugging in her earbuds and going back to work.
My fists had never been so tight. I wanted to destroy the flowers, the card, the bear, the gifts - anything that little prick was giving her.
Instead, all I could do was close the door, and pretend to work until it was time to get Riley.
Longing for a woman I couldn’t have was the worst feeling ever. It was only second to dealing with the raging hard-ons at the very thought of her no matter what I did, and the feelings of self-pity that surfaced when I busted my nut and used a sock to wipe myself of so I could sleep at night.
23
Valencia
“You’re so crazy,” Erika said. “I can’t believe you’ve been taking yourself on dates, and buying yourself things to make a grown man jealous.”
“Maybe.” I giggled. “But it’s working though.”
I realized there was nothing I could do to change Gio’s position on me, and so, as much as it hurt, I decided to leave him alone.
Well… kind of.
In order to make myself feel better, I had to treat myself the way I wanted to be treated. All the dating blogs say to take yourself on dates, treat yourself like a princess, and remain focused on what’s important.
I was important. My career was important. Dad, of course, was very important.
We were nearing the date of his surgery. Some cardiologists say surgery can take months to schedule, but we were lucky enough to find someone willing to operate within two weeks.
The past few days were spent getting our legal affairs in order. I was
already set to receive a sizable portion of the company, but in the event of my father’s demise, we had to make sure he was fully arranged for the care he needed.
I was given power of attorney, as well as immediate ownership of his portion of the business, and all of his material assets.
To be honest, there was nothing fun about this process. It only filled me with anxiety. I didn’t want to spend time thinking about the fact that Dad could die going under the knife.
“It’s scary to think about,” Erika agreed. “You never know what can happen.”
We both believed Dad was strong enough to survive; yet and still, we just couldn’t help fearing the worst. Thinking about the what-ifs that came with the scenario, that’s what kept me up at night.
At least on the days I wasn’t consumed with thoughts of Gio. I couldn’t deny, my soul burned from his rejection.
“He was doing what he felt was right,” Erika reminded me several times. “Losing your V-card is a special thing. You don’t want to lose that on top of a work desk in your dad’s office.”
“No, but I was willing.”
“See that’s the problem.”
“What?”
“You want him too bad,” she said matter-of-factly. “You know men hate when we’re too aggressive. They have to feel like they pursued you a little.”
Every night, despite my heart’s best interests, I masturbated, humping pillows and using Hitachi Magic Wands to make my pussy cum. And no matter how many scenes I came across on PornHub, I always ended with a fantasy of Gio cumming deep inside my tight virgin walls.
I didn’t know how long I’d play with these dates and gifts I’d been sending myself. But until I felt better - like I had control over something in my life - the little pick-me-ups, combined with Gio’s growing jealousy - would do.
