by Jessa James
Settling on her back with her head on the pillows, she reached to take off her shoes.
Slowly, I shook my head. “Those stay on.”
Hell yeah, those fuck me heels stayed on.
Her hand went back to her side and with her legs primly together, I could see a hint of pale curls at the juncture of her thighs.
“Show me how you make yourself come.”
I stepped to the edge of the bed and crossed my arms over my chest, hoping doing so would keep me from reaching out and touching her.
“What?” she asked.
“Spread your legs apart and show me your pussy. Then touch yourself. You've made yourself come before, haven't you?”
She nodded, but didn't part her thighs.
“Show me. Show me what you haven't shared with anyone else, how dirty you can be.”
Reaching down, I pressed my hand against my cock, letting her know I, too, was affected. Just the feel of my hand through the front of my pants made me hiss. I wasn't sure how long I was going to last, but I'd die happy just watching her.
“Can't I see you?” she asked, her eyes lowering and following my hand. “I'm all but naked and you're still dressed.”
Shaking my head, I explained. “If I let my cock out, this will all be over. Too soon.”
Ever so slowly, she widened her legs, but not enough.
“More.”
She moved her feet apart.
“More,” I repeated until I had the incredible view of her perfect pussy. She kept a little thatch of hair there, but it didn't hide her puffy lips, slick with her arousal. Her lower lips were pink and swollen, and parted as she put her feet on the bed in those fuck-me heels and bent her knees. I couldn't miss her hard clit, peeking out from its hood.
She was so gorgeous laying there with her breasts lifted above her bra, her garter and stockings and killer heels, with no panties to hide her pussy.
“So pretty, sweetheart. Such a good, dirty little girl. Now show me how you touch yourself.”
As I rubbed my cock through my pants, she lowered her left hand down and between her thighs. I'd had no idea she was left handed. It seemed there was so much still to learn about her. And when her fingers went together and she moved over her clit in slow circles, then faster, I knew now how she liked to be touched. And when her eyes slipped closed and she gave herself over to the pleasure, I knew I was done waiting.
Crawling up the bed, I settled between her parted thighs, watched her touch herself as I slid my palms over her inner thighs.
Her fingers stilled.
“Enough. I can still taste you from earlier. I want more.”
Moving her hand out of the way, I settled between her legs, my shoulders keeping her open. I licked her juices from one inner thigh, then the other before putting my mouth right above her pussy.
Coming up on her elbows, she looked down her body at me. If I hadn't felt her virginal barrier when I'd had my fingers deep inside her, I'd think she was a temptress with her pretty nipples, her cream coated fingers, her musky, sweet scent surrounding me.
“Ever had a mouth on you before?”
I wanted to know that this pussy, all of it, was mine. And if someone had been there first, I'd make her forget his name.
She held her breath and I placed my hand on her lower belly, waiting.
“No,” she replied, frantically shaking her head.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
She nodded.
“Not yet. You're not ready.”
“I'm ready,” she argued.
“I have a big cock and you're going to be tight. I don't want to hurt you. You're going to come all over my tongue, get you all nice and soft for me so you can take all of me. Then, I'll fuck you.”
I was done with talking. I needed more of her taste.
Licking her from opening to clit, I knew she'd just ruined me. She was so sweet, so silky soft, swollen, plush and perfect. I wanted no other. Just Emma. Forever.
My only goal in life was to make her come, to give her pleasure she'd only ever get from me.
Then, I'd get my cock in her, nice and easy, and claim her. Make her come again.
Ruin her for all others, because this sweet pussy, this taste, was mine.
Mine.
With my hand on her belly, holding her in place—she liked to shift her hips about—I slipped two fingers of my other hand into her, felt for her G-spot. I knew I'd found it when I felt that little ridge just inside her entrance, but when her back arched and she cried out, I was sure it was a hot little button that would set her off.
Her skin heated beneath my palm, her ragged breathing turned into little pants, then breathy moans and finally all out cries of pleasure. Her fingers tangled in my hair tugged almost painfully, but I wouldn't stop until I had what I wanted: her screaming my name.
It didn't take long once I curled my fingers over her G-spot and began flicking my tongue over the left side of her clit. And when I sucked that little pearl into my mouth, she came apart, her juices coating my fingers, her thighs tightening on my shoulders. Her back bowed off the bed as she did, indeed, scream my name.
Shifting my own hips, I tried to ease my cock, but nothing would do it except being buried deep inside her. After bringing her down gently with soft licks, slipping my fingers from her and licking them clean, I sat back on my heels and stripped off my shirt. Her eyes fluttered open and watched me as I shucked all of my clothing.
And when I knelt before her, my cock curving thickly up toward my navel, her eyes widened.
“I don't know if I should be pleased by the look on your face or worried.”
Gripping the base, I stroked myself as pre-cum seeped from the tip.
Reaching into my discarded pants, I pulled out a condom, tore it open.
“You're… God, are all guys big like you?”
I paused rolling the condom down my length.
“You'll never know.” My tone sounded ominous, but I wasn't going to talk about other men when I had her pussy all wet and ready for my cock.
“But—”
Placing a hand beside her head, I loomed over her, met her pale gaze.
“Don't worry, I'll fit.”
Chapter Six
Emma
I looked up at Carter, said nothing, just gave a slight nod because I wasn't as sure that he could fit. He was huge. While I'd never seen an actual guy naked before, I had seen pictures. And he was bigger than any photo I'd ever seen. I was still feeling the orgasm he'd just given me—with his mouth!—and my inner walls clenched down, eager to be filled.
He didn't give me a chance to argue, for he lowered his head and kissed me. Dropping to his forearm, he kept his weight off of me, but I felt every hard, hot inch of him. The dark smattering of hair on his chest tickled my nipples. He was so muscular, so strong and powerful. While I'd found him hot in his business suits, naked was definitely better.
God, he was a good kisser. So good that I was forgetting I should be worried about the size of his cock. Surely a virgin pussy couldn't handle it. He reached between us, took hold of his cock and settled it at my entrance. It prodded, but didn't go in. Lifting his head, his dark eyes met mine. Held. I was imprisoned by that stare.
Our breaths mingled as he slowly pushed into me, stretching me open, all the while watching me. God, he was big and I was tight. He'd said it and I knew it. I could feel how much I had to open for him to get that huge head into me. I could feel my eyes widen as he slowly claimed me.
This wasn't a quick fuck in the restroom. Carter was being gentle and thoughtful, considerate. He'd already had me come twice so far and he'd yet to come once. I was glad he'd prepared me because I hadn't been ready before.
I couldn't help but stiffen beneath him and winced with a hint of pain. It wasn't horrible but I had to wonder if he'd been lying. His cock was a monster.
“Carter—”
He didn't let me say more, for he took my mouth in a searing kiss as he cupped my bre
ast, played with the nipple. I felt it go hard once again and I knew he was doing it to distract me, to make me feel good as I adjusted to his girth.
He sank in a little more, then pulled back. Slowly, so fucking slowly, he filled me. At least until he hit my barrier. It was going to hurt, I knew it. Carter's kiss went deeper, more carnal and I could only whimper. But then he surprised me by pinching my nipple. Hard.
I cried out against his mouth and he pushed all the way into me, breaking through that stupid hymen.
He lifted his head so I could catch my breath, panting at the feel of him. God, I was so filled. Yes, it had hurt, but not any longer. Now I just felt… breached. Open. Claimed. And my nipple tingled.
Leaning down, he took my abused nipple into his mouth and laved it, gently suckled. Clenching down on him, my inner walls pulsed and adjusted to being opened.
“Shh, just give it a minute,” he murmured, kissing up my body to my neck, my ear.
I realized my fingers were like claws in his biceps. Slowly, I relaxed, took another deep breath and loosened all my muscles.
God, it was perfect. He was perfect. He could have rammed into me and made it just an experience. A quick fuck. This was so much more than that. He was making it a memory.
It was becoming impossible to lay still beneath him and so I shifted my hips ever so slightly to see what it was like.
“Give it a minute. You took eight inches on your first go and need time to adjust.” I could hear the tenderness in his voice, but also a rough bite that came with his restraint. I knew he wanted to move, needed it. Holding still was costing him. Sweat dotted his brow and his body was rigid.
Eight inches? Fuck.
His hand roamed my body, from face to breast, waist to hip, sliding down my leg to bend it up by his side. I'd completely forgotten I still wore my stockings and fuck-me heels.
Letting out a deep breath, I relaxed beneath him.
“Better?” he asked, stroking my hair back from my face. His dark gaze roved over my face.
“Better.”
It was. I just felt… filled now. It didn't hurt. In fact, I wanted him to move.
He pulled back about an inch and I could feel my eyes widen. I couldn't miss his grin. “Liked that?”
“Yes,” I breathed. Holy crap, that felt good. It was as if his cock stroked every nerve ending to life. Nerve endings I had no idea I even had.
“How about this?” He pulled out even more until just the flared head was held within me by my parted folds.
“Don't leave!” I cried, grabbing hold of his shoulders.
“Shh, I'm not going anywhere.” He pushed in slowly until I was filled again. “See?”
I tilted my head back and groaned. That felt so good. So fucking good I was going to come. His cock was that good. “Again.”
He pulled almost out, then filled me again, a little harder this time.
“Yes!”
I brought my other leg up by his hip.
“Wrap your legs around my waist and hang on.”
I did as he said and he started moving then. With my legs up, he somehow went in even deeper, his pelvis rubbing against my clit. There was no pain now. Nothing but pleasure.
His restraint was gone.
“You feel like heaven wrapped around my dick, wrapped around me. This is where I've wanted to be for the past year.”
Holy fucking hell. He was a talker during sex and I loved it. It was like word porn.
It was incredible.
He was incredible.
My breathing picked up as I moved, shifting my hips into his thrusts to learn what made it even better.
“You're going to come all over my cock, aren't you, sweetheart?”
Oh yes.
I nodded, licked my lips. I was just about there. His dick was magical and I couldn't resist. “Yes. I'm going to come. Oh. My. God. I'm going to—”
My inner walls clenched down on his cock, squeezing, milking, pulling him into me, never wanting to let him go. I rippled around him as I came. Sweat bloomed on my skin and I felt myself get even wetter. Really wet, so that when he fucked me, the sound of it filled the room. It was dark and carnal and dirty and yet… perfect. I was a naughty girl.
I couldn't hold back the scream. It was so good. Better than his fingers at the club, better than his mouth.
“Shit, your little pussy spasms are my undoing. And those heels in my ass. Fuck.”
He growled against my neck as I felt him swell within me, then stiffen. I knew he was coming, that his cum was filling the condom. It was right then I wished he was bare, that I could feel every inch of him, his hot seed coating me. Claiming me. I wanted to belong to Carter Buchanan.
He’d offered me just one night, but I knew it wasn’t going to be enough.
* * *
Emma
I woke on my side with Carter plastered to my back, his arm around my waist. The smile on my face was automatic and I laid perfectly still, staring at the wall, at the designer curtains, heavy mahogany furniture and cream colored carpet that looked thick enough to swim in.
Last night, I hadn’t noticed anything but the man I was with. Listening carefully to his steady, even breathing, I felt free to enjoy a few more minutes in this fantasy. Me, in bed, with Carter. If I closed my eyes and dismissed all logic, I might actually convince myself that I belonged here.
Way to get rid of the V-card with style. I mentally patted myself on the back and prepared for the pain I knew was coming.
I had to leave. The only thing more pathetic than having a one night stand with your billionaire boss was sticking around the next morning hoping for more than sex.
And there was no way in hell I was turning into that girl, no matter how much I wanted him. Sure, I’d been a virgin, but I wasn’t naïve enough to think it was anything more than hot, recreational sex between two consenting adults.
If I hadn’t already given my notice, I’d be freaking out right about now. But I had a nine o’clock meeting with my new financial team and only five more days in the Buchanan office. Which meant I would need to survive two more meetings between Carter and Ford. Two hours in Carter’s presence. And then? A new job. New people.
New life.
I glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Seven, and I still had to get home, shower, and change into something respectable for my meeting.
With a sigh, I pulled free of Carter’s hold and slid out of bed. First thing I did was use my phone’s app to call a car. I watched the little dot work its way around the streets a few miles away. Six minutes. I had six minutes to be out front.
It didn’t take long to get dressed, because I hadn’t been wearing much. My panties were gone, nowhere to be seen. I still had on the garters and stockings, and my bra was on the floor next to Carter’s dress shirt. Unhooking the snagged and ruined stockings, I stripped them off and dropped them on the corner of the bed. I shimmied into my skirt and had the little pearl buttons done up on my blouse in record time. I was hopping on one foot, trying to get my heels on when I felt the energy in the room shift.
Carter.
“Where do you think you’re going so early?” He rolled over onto his back, the dark sheet low over his abdomen. All that muscle on display made my mouth water, and from the cocky grin on Carter’s face, he’d been watching me admire him.
“I have a meeting at nine. I have to go.” I grabbed my cell phone and credit card and ID and shoved them back in my bra in preparation for my walk of shame.
He watched me, his eyes soft and warm. The look he was giving me made my heart ache, made me long to crawl back into that big bed with him, curl up and purr like a kitten.
“Stay. Just for a few minutes longer.”
“I can’t.”
He raised a brow, frowning. “Then kiss me before you go.”
I shook my head, backing away from temptation. “I don’t think so.”
“Emma. Come here.” He sat abruptly, the sheet falling to dangerous levels an
d I got my first glimpse of the head of his very large, very impressive morning wood. Oh, God. He was magnificent. I'd seen him the night before, but in the bright morning light… My pussy clenched as arousal struck me hard and fast, the slight pain between my legs a reminder of exactly where that hard length had been last night.
I took another step and bit my lip. “No. I have to go.” I was at the door when he stood, his bare body on display like a Greek god’s. His dark hair was tousled from sleep and he looked even more beautiful. Approachable. Real. It wasn’t fair, his perfection. It simply wasn’t fair to us mere mortals. “I have to go, Carter. I’m…I…” What the hell was I supposed to say? Thanks for taking my virginity. It was fun? “Thank you for last night.”
“Emma—”
I interrupted him, waving my hand in the air to get him to stop talking. It was hard enough as it was. “I know it was just one night, Carter. Don’t worry. I won’t say anything at the office.”
“Emma—that’s not…”
I bolted before he could finish his sentence. I didn’t want platitudes or promises he wouldn’t keep. I knew the rules, and I’d agreed to play the game. And what a game it had been. He'd definitely scored a goal, but we'd both been winners. But the game was over. Now, it was time for me to act like a mature adult and leave without a lot of drama. And, apparently, without my panties.
His house was huge, the long hallways filled with classic pieces of art and rugs that probably cost more than I’d make in a year. Yeah, he was so out of my league.
Luckily, I made my way straight to the front door. Carter appeared at the top of the stairs, and he'd taken the time to put on his pants, but left them unbuttoned and hanging low over his hips. His feet were bare and his chest was on magnificent display. I paused just long enough to burn the image into my brain for later inspection and waved as I opened the door.
“Emma, stay right where you are,” he commanded. “We need to talk.”
I shook my head. Why did he have to make it so hard? Since when did the love-'em-and-leave-'em types want to talk?
“No, we don’t. I’m a big girl. I might have been a virgin, but I do know what a one-night stand is.” I smiled a super-bright, ridiculous, over the top smile to make sure he knew I was all right, even though I felt anything but. “Thanks, Carter. Bye.”
