by Jessa James
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck my virgin pussy.”
I’d gotten brazen in sharing what I wanted.
“How?”
“With your fingers. With your big, hard cock.”
He settled back on his heels and began to stroke himself. “With this?”
I bit my lip and nodded. When he arched a brow, I said, “Yes, sir.”
“It’s going to fill you right up, open you wide, go deep inside you, isn’t it?”
My inner walls clenched at his dirty words.
“You won’t be a virgin anymore. You’ll still be my good little girl, won’t you?”
I nodded, reached down and ran my fingers over my clit.
He tsked me and gripped my wrist, placing it up by my head and not letting it go.
“Such a needy, naughty girl. Do I need to spank your ass first before I fuck you good and hard? Fill you with my seed and mark you as mine?”
I arched my back. “No, sir.”
He released my wrist and sat back again. “Hook your hands behind your knees and pull them back. Good. Wider. Yes, like that. Now I can see your virgin pussy and well claimed ass. It’s all mine, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.”
Placing his hand by my head, he settled over me. I felt a finger at my entrance, circling, but not entering.
“Please,” I begged, gripping my legs nice and wide.
“We’re going to finish together, alright?” he said, his eyes staring at mine before they moved to look at how we were almost joined. His tip was caught around the lips of my pussy, and I was dying to have my hands on his ass and push him all the way in, but I stopped myself from doing that.
That would make me a bad girl, and Mr. Parker would punish me. While I loved it when he gave me that extra attention I craved, even when bad, it wasn’t what I wanted tonight.
He’d take me hard and fast, but I wanted this to be slow and intimate. I loved him. I didn’t want sex tonight. I wanted to make love.
“I’m going to start slow, Jane,” he then said, beginning to push inside. His words had tamed, his voice more soothing than scolding. “It’s going to hurt a little bit, so I’m going to ease you into it.”
I nodded my head and shut my eyes, as I felt him move deeper. Felt his broad head stretch me just as he’d promised.
“That’s right, baby. They’re we go, Jane. You can take me…all of me.”
“Yes,” I managed to groan, eyes still closed as I was trying to get used to his size. My pussy was wet, and I could feel his dick gliding smoothly inside me. Still, it felt tight as if my inner walls were being stretched to their limits. He looked at me and I held his gaze. All at once, he thrust deep, took my virginity with his big dick, just as he’d promised.
I groaned at the bite of pain, the way he filled me up.
“I can’t go any deeper, Jane,” he said. “You feel fucking amazing.”
He remained still, just for a bit, letting me adjust to him, just as he’d done when he’d taken my ass for the first time.
And then, he started to move, slow and steady. I laid still as he pushed in and out of me. I wanted to thrust my hips. His dick glided effortlessly inside my wet pussy, but it was just so tight; I felt a little bit strained. I couldn’t explain the pain. It slightly hurt yes, but it was the welcomed kind. It was the kind of pain that I didn’t want to go away, and I made my feelings known by releasing my hold on my legs and cupping and squeezing his ass as he continued to thrust.
“There we go, baby,” he said, beginning to pick up his pace, and I found myself automatically smiling at the feel of his dick moving in and out of me. I couldn’t believe what I’d been missing. Fuck. I was suddenly hungry and desperate for him, and I couldn’t help but start to rock my hips and match his pace.
“Fuck…you’re such a good student,” he said, moving faster. “You get an A. That’s it…”
He cupped my breast. I moaned. He began to rub my clit, and I squeezed my vaginal muscles, thanking the Kegel Gods. He groaned loudly, almost beast-like, when I did that.
“Fucking hell…” he roared, as I stayed clenched.
“Yes…yes…” I moaned, as he continued to move inside. “Yes…yes…” The whirlpool was reaching its end, and he knew it was so, as I’d begun screaming again.
When I opened my eyes, I found him staring right at me. His eyes told me what I’d been dying to hear from him. He loved me. I could feel it. He didn’t need to tell me outright. Everything he’d done was for me. He took charge because he knew I needed guidance. He spent as much time with me as possible the past week because he knew I was truly alone despite all the material things and friends I had. He started me slowly with sex tonight because he didn’t want to hurt me. I didn’t need to hear those three words from him. I could feel it.
“Oh, God…!” I moaned loudly when I felt myself shivering and writhing underneath him. My juices mixed with his inside my pussy, and I could feel the bed sheet become moist underneath me. He continued to pump in and out of me, slowly now, our cum dripping to the bed with every pull of his dick. I let out a series of breathy sighs when he finally came to a stop, and I was a wet mess beneath him.
“You’re amazing,” he said, as he rolled off me and laid down on my side. Then, he splayed an arm across my stomach and pulled me flushed against his torso. “I love you, too, baby. I love you, too.”
His words surrounded me like a warm, perfect bath as I fought back tears. My parents were the only people who’d ever spoken those words, and even then, they’d been rushed and automatic. A reflex, like saying hello or good-bye when one answered the phone.
But this felt different. Real.
I rested my head on his chest as his hand rubbed up and down my waist. I found myself suddenly sleepy and tired. There was no doubt I’d have the best sleep of my life. Content, sated and well fucked.
Epilogue
Jane, one year later…
I couldn’t wait to get home – to him.
The past weeks had been super stressful. And that was an understatement. I’d been pulling all-nighters to meet project deadlines and find time to study for exams. I was going crazy…and becoming ugly due to stress. I didn’t care about wearing make-up the past few days. Everyone in the university was a walking zombie, and no one took the time to look the least bit presentable.
And here I thought the high school workload was bad.
I made an exception today though with the flirty floral dress and a pair of strappy wedges. I’d even taken the effort this morning to apply some make-up and curl my hair and did a retouch just a few minutes ago, the moment my last exam ended. With no more exams and projects to think about, I could finally relieve some stress, and in the best way I thought possible – sex.
I rushed home to Gregory’s – our – house and made sure to keep within the speed limit. Calling him Mr. Parker was saved for the bedroom, and Gregory was how I usually called him now, behind ‘babe’ or ‘baby’. I’d moved in with him a few months ago, and I couldn’t believe we’d been together almost a year. None of our friends or family thought we’d last the summer. But I knew. I knew the first time he touched me that I wanted more. Not last? Ha!
I stepped on the brake pedal the moment I pulled into the driveway. I turned the engine off before I rushed to the front door, leaving my books, laptop, and bag behind. I couldn’t care less about them now that all my deadlines were done.
I rang the doorbell twice before a mischievous smile and knowing caramel brown eyes greeted me.
“You’re home early. I was thinking you were going to celebrate with your friends…” Those ever-familiar eyes roved my body from head to toe before they went back up to my breasts and then my eyes.
“I thought of another way of celebrating,” I said with full confidence. “Mr. Parker.”
I grabbed the ends of my dress and lifted it up. His eyes widened at the sight of my underwear-free pussy, bare and wet for him.
“Don’t
tell me you took your exams without any panties…” He couldn’t help the groan that left his lips, and I noticed the growing bump beneath his jeans.
I took a step and then two closer to him and whispered, “I did, Mr. Parker. That’s why I finished the exam earlier than everyone else. I was thinking about you, not the test, and my pussy was getting wet in class.”
“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” he said, his firm, strong hand resting against my bum. “I think I have to teach you a lesson.”
“I don’t think so, Lawman,” came my response, coupled with a teasing smirk. He’d passed the February bar exam in just received the results last week. He was a lawyer now, with a fancy new office downtown. That office had a very nice desk, a desk we hadn’t christened yet. I grinned up at him. “You’re not a teacher anymore. And besides…I think I was a good girl today. For finishing the exam well before time was up? And I managed not to leave a single question blank.”
He managed a low, raspy chuckle before his hold tightened around my ass. With one swift tug, he pulled me inside the house – our home – and slammed the door closed behind us. In seconds, I was pushed up against the wall and my dress hiked dangerously above my hips. Only air separated my pussy from his hand as his fingers slowly closed the distance between us.
“I still have things to teach you, don’t I?”
“Yes, sir,” I replied.
“So baby…have you been a good girl or bad girl?” he whispered, warm breath massaging my burning skin, as his fingers rubbed up and down my entrance. “One gets dick in the pussy, and the other gets fucked in the ass.”
I couldn’t help but let the breathy moan escape my lips. Which was which?
Did I care?
No. I didn’t. “Either. As long as you’re the one fucking me.”
He pushed two fingers inside me as he held me pinned to the wall. My body bucked as I begged him for more.
He worked me with his fingers, his mouth locked to my throat, his free hand holding my wrists pinned above my head as I came all over his hand.
When I opened my eyes, it was to find him watching me, a look I’d never seen on his face. Serious. Intent.
“I love you, baby.”
God, I knew it. I knew it, but he rarely said the words. He showed me, though, every time he touched me, I felt it. “I love you, too.”
“Marry me.”
I gasped, shocked as he worked his fingers in and out of my body slowly, so slowly working my clit.
“You’re mine, Jane. This pussy is mine. Your heart is mine. Marry me.”
I nodded, biting my lip as an aftershock of pleasure whipped through me. Emotion flooded me as I lifted my lips for his kiss. “Yes, Mr. Parker. Yes.”
His pants dropped to the floor and he filled me up, right there against the wall. Rough and raw and just the way I wanted him.
Forever.
Read on for special BONUS BOOK: Lip Service by Jessa James.
Lip Service
Bad Boy Billionaires, Book 1
By
Jessa James
Copyright
Lip Service: Copyright © 2017 by Jessa James
All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electrical, digital or mechanical including but not limited to photocopying, recording, scanning or by any type of data storage and retrieval system without express, written permission from the author.
Published by Jessa James
James, Jessa
Lip Service
Cover design copyright 2017 by Jessa James, Author
Images/Photo Credit: Stocksy: WAVE
Publisher’s Note:
This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.
Chapter One
Carter Buchanan, Billionaire, President of Buchanan Industries — Biotech Division
Emma walked out of the conference room, her luscious ass swinging side to side in that fucking pencil skirt and I couldn’t tear my gaze from her curves. Not even when my cock grew hard as granite beneath the table. I had it bad for Emma. Bad. I sported the worst case of blue balls imaginable and it was all because of her.
She'd waltzed into my office a year ago with an armful of files, introduced herself as my brother, Ford's, new secretary, and I'd almost come in my pants then and there. My brother had all the fucking luck. Since that first moment, when I saw her perfect tits framed in that tight, black sweater, her wide hips and perfect ass hugged by long linen pants, I could think of nothing but bending her over my desk and making her mine.
But the company had a strict hands-off policy. Hell, so did I. But HR would have a lawsuit on their hands if they knew all of the ways I wanted to fuck her, to claim those curves, even if she worked for Ford in a completely different department.
It wasn't just her body that drove me insane—and made my dick constantly hard—it was her sharp mind, too. Overqualified for her job, she made Ford's work life easy. She'd swooped in and organized our joint production schedules the first week, making the previous assistant seem a bumbling fool and giving my secretary, Tori, some much needed relief. Emma knew what Ford and I needed even before we did. Hell, the other execs, too. I considered putting her up for a promotion, but then I'd miss hearing her softly pitched, "Good morning, Carter," as she waltzed into the staff meeting every Tuesday and Thursday morning at precisely 8:00 am.
Yes, all those fucking thoughts—and thoughts about fucking—made me an asshole, but I hadn't touched her. I'd imagined it so many different ways, but all of them had one thing in common. I'd fuck her raw, no condom, and I'd fill her with my cum. I'd shoot it so far inside her, and so often, that she'd never be able to wash the scent of me from her body. She'd be marked as mine. Yes, every fuck fest in my head ended with me claiming her in the most elemental of ways, filling her with my baby as I made her writhe and beg for release.
Not very gentlemanly of me. But every time I saw her, my Ivy League education and analytical mind devolved about a million years. I changed into something primal. A caveman. I wanted to tangle my fingers in her hair and drag her into my office and fuck her. Make sure she knew exactly who she belonged to.
I’d discreetly asked my brother about her on several occasions. Ford had told me to fuck off and find my own secretary. And that was why I'd left her alone for the last twelve months. I wasn't just an asshole, I was an old asshole. Ten years her senior. I was ready to settle down, to get on with that house with the picket fence, the two kids and a fucking Labrador Retriever. She made me think crazy thoughts, want things I never imagined I’d want. But I did. I wanted that fucking house. I wanted her round and pregnant with my baby. I even wanted the fucking dog. But only with her.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t ready. Emma was just twenty-four and needed to live a little before a dominating caveman like me took over her life. Once she was mine, I’d want total control. I’d fuck her when I wanted to, pamper her the way I wanted to, make sure she came so many times on my hard cock that she never looked at another man again. I’d ruin her, and she wasn’t ready for that. Not for what I wanted to give her. I'd waited a year already and she graduated in a few weeks with a Master’s in Finance. Yeah, she could analyze my fucking numbers anytime.
Sure, I’d waited like a fucking gentleman, tried to give her the space she needed to sow her wild oats. I figured I could wait a few more weeks.
At least, that was the plan. But when I heard her voice drifting down the hallway from the copy room, everything changed.
"I hate being a virgin," she said. I doubted she knew her voice carried, but I was glad it was me that heard her confession. If it had been anyone else who knew her secret, I'd have to beat the shit out of them. No one messed with Emma. She might be Ford's secr
etary, but she was mine.
I was walking past, heading back to the elevators after our Thursday meeting on the fourteenth floor when I recognized her voice. It was her words though, that had me leaning against the wall and out of sight. Eavesdropping. She'd turned me into a fucking eavesdropper. No, the fact that she'd said she was a virgin had.
"There's nothing wrong with being a virgin." I recognized the voice of my secretary, Tori. She was in her late twenties, single, and gorgeous. I told her that she should go out with Ford, but she just raised a brow and told me she’d sworn off men. She’d worked for me just over a year but I didn’t know more than that. And with the don’t-fuck-with-me look in her eyes, I didn’t ask for details. I didn’t have time to dig into her personal life. As usual, she was efficient and professional, and I thought her words to Emma were sound.
"I'm twenty-four, Tori. I must be the oldest virgin on earth."
I thought of her, untouched, pure. God, just knowing that pussy hadn't been fucked had me shifting my cock. I had to look down the hall to ensure no one could see me with my dick hard.
"So a few more days, weeks, hell, months, isn't going to make a difference. Trust me on that one." The woman deserved a promotion for that answer.
"That guy Jim ran out of my apartment when I told him I'd never had sex before. He called me a unicorn. What the hell does that even mean?"
I heard the copier door open, then close. The machine kicked on.
"He was an asshole," Tori replied.
Thank fuck he was an asshole. I didn't even know who the hell Jim was, but he didn’t deserve my sweet Emma, or her virgin pussy.
"I'm telling you, don't do it. Some guy at a bar is not who you want to give your V card to," Tori said.
What guy at what bar? I stood up straight and leaned closer.
"Well, that V card is in my way. No guy wants to deal with a virgin, Tori. I’m like a kid playing in the grown-up pool. It's just one night and then it's over. I can put the stupid virginity thing behind me and move on."
