by Nicole Casey
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered into my ear right before he leaned in and bit down on my neck, making me moan even louder.
“Oh G-god,” was all I could reply as he slid his finger in deeper into my pussy but without breaking my virginity. “P-Preston… what are you doing to me? Why is this so damn good?”
He kissed my lips, pressing down and engulfing me with his passion. I felt a fire rage inside me and it was good. Our tongues clashed and he continued to kiss as his fingers became more and more aggressive down between my legs.
“Oh f-fuck!” I finally moaned out when he parted our lips and pinched my soft clit.
“That sounds more like it,” he told me. “You want it? You want me to fuck you?”
I nodded sheepishly. I was so damn horny that I could let him break my virginity in any way he wanted.
“Say it, baby,” he whispered as he continued to toy with my clit and the folds of my flesh. With one hand he squeezed my breast and then cupped my face. “Say it like you mean it.”
“Fuck me,” I whispered, too shy to actually say it any louder.
Slap!
“Ah!” I was in total shock. He just slapped my face.
“Say it like you mean it,” he repeated and this time he began to dig a finger through my pussy lips, causing me to shake and tremble in anticipation and ecstasy.
“Fuck me,” I said loudly. “P-Preston I want you to fuck me! Fuck my pussy and make me your slut tonight.”
With those words he spread me open and held me close to him. He thrust his shaft and for the first time in my life I felt a strange blend of both mind-shattering pain and pleasure that it drowned my consciousness out. He thrust again and then again, each time getting in deeper into my flesh.
I must have been moaning, crying and screaming but even I couldn’t hear my own voice. All I knew was that the pain was receding and all that was left was a whirlpool of pleasure melting and washing all over my insides.
I felt him slam his cock in deeper, faster and relentlessly through the night. I moaned and begged for more and Preston obliged. He didn’t stop, even when I knew I was well passed the breaking point, and plowed his way into me. I couldn’t even recall everything he made me do but when he was about to climax he pulled out, opened my mouth and spilled his seed all over my face and deep into my throat. I was filled with his warm, delicious cum before the night was over.
Sometime after, perhaps an hour or two, I woke up not even realizing I had fallen asleep. Yet even now Preston was still between my legs, pounding his way into me. I fell asleep getting fucked and now I’ve awoken getting fucked.
When he saw I was awake, he smiled and gave my tits a soft slap before he turned me over, deciding to fuck me from behind, doggystyle.
As rough and as non-stop as it was, I couldn’t help but moan for more and smile out of the pure pleasure that oozed from us that night. I had never craved for anyone like this before. I never cried out for a man to take me this way before.
It felt so good and so rewarding that I realized I wanted him to have his way with me. This was what I wanted and I must have felt it since that day we met in the hospital. Maybe I was a bitch for ignoring this feeling and pretending I was better than everyone else.
Well, here I was, loving how he took me. The money was just the icing on the cake. When he turned me over again I shook my head, pushed him down and made him lay on his back. I then straddled him and without any words let him know that I wanted to be on top.
Preston nodded and grabbed onto my ass as I grinded on top of him, letting his cock freely shift inside my flesh…
13
Lyla
I could have left that night but I didn’t. I could have left the next morning but I didn’t. I stayed there in Preston’s suite and opened myself for him to claim me, to make love to me… to fuck me. When I did leave, I left my number and over the following days we got to text each other. Preston was still a little bit of an arrogant jerk but I did learn he was quite charming, sweet and so damn good in bed.
Whenever I thought about him, I couldn’t help but smile. Wherever I went, I thought of him and what he might be doing at that moment. For whatever reason, Preston was constantly in my mind.
One thing I didn’t dilly-dally about was the money I got from the auction and from Preston. I immediately used what I had to pay the bills. I paid my rent, my credit debt and used the rest to help my father pay his mortgage. He no longer had to move out and we spent a lot more time together lately.
However, I knew this money wouldn’t last forever. I needed a job. Fortunately for me, I got an offer while I was visiting my dad. A doctor working at a new, revolutionary medical center gave me a call and scheduled me for an interview.
“You’re still applying for a job?” my father asked me when I got off the phone. He was in the living room, having a mug of coffee and watching a baseball game.
“Yeah,” I mindlessly answered and fixed my own cup of coffee before I sat down on the couch next to him. “That was Doctor Phillip Holland –you know, that philanthropist we met together at the city gala party last year? He’s collaborating with some other doctors and businessmen to open a really nice medical center and he said they’ve scheduled an interview for me. I might even get in as head nurse.”
My father looked at me with a stern face and for a moment I felt confused. Well, I was confused until he could hold his thoughts no longer and voiced out his concerns. “So if you’re still applying, how in the world did you get all this money to pay all our bills and debts? Are you whoring yourself out? Goddamn it, Lyla, you better not be selling your body out. I put you through college, damn it!”
“Where the hell did you get that idea?” I demanded of him.
My father pointed a finger at me accusingly, “I ran into Mikaela the other day at the grocery store. She said you might have gone to that gentleman’s club. I know what they do there. I can only hope you’re not being dumb enough to resort to prostitution.”
Rage filled my face and I had to really hold myself from slapping him. I shut my eyes, took a few deep breaths and then said, “You have no idea what I’m going through right now. You have no right to say such bullshit to me.”
I gave him one last look and then stormed out of the house, leaving him in shock. I drove my car straight to the medical center, which was still in construction in a few places, and headed straight for Doctor Holland’s office to finish the interview.
Perhaps it was a wrong idea to storm in there with a hot head but in the end the doctor seemed quite pleased with our conversation. He even showed me what my potential salary would be and even asked if I was comfortable taking on the position of head nurse. Unfortunately, he didn’t hand me the job right then and there and simply said he’d call me. It was a little disheartening, knowing he was still going to interview a few other potential people to take the job, but I had a lot of confidence that he’d choose me.
There was still light when I left the medical center and I didn’t exactly want to go home and sulk there either. I didn’t want to be alone. I realized then that deep inside I wanted to be with Preston.
I took out my phone, texted him to ask if he was at his suite. He quickly replied and said he was on his way there. With a big smile on my face, I decided to go visit and maybe spend the rest of the weekend at his place.
“I can’t believe I want to spend more time with Preston Maxwell,” I whispered to myself in disbelief. “Did I turn into my friends, the kind of girls who fall so quickly for the hot and charming guy?”
Well, it didn’t matter now. Preston already took my virginity and now, somehow, he was winning my heart.
14
Preston
I got to the suite before Lyla did and took the opportunity to tidy up a bit and took a quick shower. I just stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, when she entered the suite. Almost immediately, I felt a whirl of arousal in my gut the moment I saw her.
Lyla was wea
ring the sexiest black dress I had ever seen on a woman. It was almost too seductive. It made me want to fuck her without taking it off!
“Cat got your tongue?” she asked when I still didn’t say a word after a good minute or two staring at her.
“Well,” I struggled to find the right words as I stared at her legs and her cleavage. “A different kind of pussy cat definitely did.”
She smiled and for the first time since I met her she licked her lips and seduced me with her every move. From the way she looked at me to the way she moved her hips and the way she came in close to whisper into my ears and kiss me, it was all to get me even harder and more excited to just take her.
Her face was just an inch away from mine. Staring into her eyes I nearly lost myself. She was just so captivating… so magical in a way that it just lit me up from the inside. With her so close I didn’t know whether to kiss or grab her close and just smile.
This time, however, she took the initiative and with her cute little hands she took off my towel, letting my cock dangle between my legs. Before I could even comment on her actions she got down on her knees and began to lick my shaft, from the base to the very tip, and then popped it into her mouth.
“O-oh, fuck yes,” I exclaimed in pleasure and both my hands went down on her head, pressing her deeper. Her head began to bob up and down as she slobbered over my meat and I had no intention of stopping her.
Luckily, a quick blowjob wasn’t the only plan she had in mind. Before I knew it we were on the couch, throwing her clothes to the floor and getting busy. With her taking the initiative she was the one on top and I watched and marveled as this sexy beast grinded and danced on top of me. I gripped her ass and squeezed her tits as she bounced up and down, swirling on my cock.
Yet soon enough, as an hour or two passed – I lost all sense of time – I wanted to fuck. Quickly I pushed her down on the floor, spread her legs wide and thrust my cock deep into her, feeling her wet flesh grip onto mine. I gave her a tight hold and wrapped fingers around her neck. I began to choke her to force her mouth open wide. This made her moan even louder than before. When I spilled my cum, it was so deep in her pussy and all over open mouth. It was like having sex with the ultimate sex toy, a girl so delicious and rare I knew I would never find someone like her again.
“Say you love it,” I told her as I stroked my cock and let the remaining cum just drip onto her tongue.
“I love it,” she told me, obediently and willingly.
“Say you’re my slut,” I told her again.
“I’m your slut,” she said and looked up at me with a smile. To see her so wet, so horny and completely covered in my seed turned me on even more. I caressed her cute little face and pushed her back, ready to plow into her once more.
By the time she got up the next morning, I was just about done making pancakes and I welcomed her to sit by my side in the living room and eat.
“In the living room?” she asked me.
“Screw etiquette and all that fancy stuff,” I said. I then pointed out that I was just wearing a pair of jogging pants and no shirt. It was time to just sit back and relax. “Come on, let’s just eat and talk or pop in a movie.”
She laughed and agreed. I loved it when she giggled that way. Her smile was just so radiant that it made me smile too. To make things better I really liked what she had on today. Lyla wasn’t trying to be overtly seductive but her short flowery dress was enough to get me hard and excited.
“A boner in the morning,” she commented when she noticed my erection. “Maybe I should have that for breakfast.”
I laughed and gave her a kiss. I took a piece of pancake and fed her.
“Do you live here all by yourself?” she then asked me. “Like, you really don’t have anyone else? No brother or something to visit you here? It can’t be all just slutty girls.”
Almost instantly my mood shifted. I could feel a void in my heart grow in size as I stared down and shook my head. “No, I… I used to have a family. I’m actually the oldest of four kids but life was really hard. My parents… the less I say about them the better. That being said, I ran away when I was almost fourteen and I never looked back.”
“What?” She must have been surprised to hear this. If I didn’t inherit my money from my parents then it meant all this came from my own hands, from my hard work. “Don’t you go see them now and then?”
Again, I shook my head. “Not once.”
“Don’t you miss them?” she continued to press on. She put a hand on my chest, endearing and warming.
“I think about them every day,” I answered. “Not a day goes by where I don’t ever miss them.”
Lyla’s face twisted in sadness and I could see she was heartbroken. “I’m sorry to hear this,” she told me. “I can’t even imagine how hard it would be if I were estranged to my dad. I love him a lot.”
That warmed my heart. I looked at her and the way she stared back at me. For the first time in my life I felt genuine affection from a woman. She actually cared about me. It was just really sad that if I didn’t have any money she might never even pay any attention to me. The moment I stop paying her she might stop coming over. Not only would I lose the great sex I have with her, but I might lose her entirely.
15
Lyla
The weeks passed quickly. All I could think of were the job I applied for and Preston. I had visited him more frequently and every time I did, he snuck in a check for a few thousand dollars into my purse. It was sweet but I didn’t really need the cash. To be completely honest, I didn’t even want the money. I just wanted him.
Tonight, however, I wanted to just relax and have fun with my friends. I hadn’t seen Karen, Mikaela and Jennifer in a while. They wanted to hang out at a new club and I figured I owed a fun night out.
We were at a nice, round table with high stools close to the dance floor when Mikaela brought up the billionaire’s auction.
“So, I heard you went,” she said out loud, a little too loud for my comfort. “Who bought your virginity?”
I blushed but I was fortunate enough to have friends who didn’t judge me. Karen just laughed and Jen seemed genuinely intrigued about the whole deal. It wasn’t until much later that I learned she too sold her virginity at a similar auction event for her twenty-first birthday.
“Well, tell us all the juicy details,” Karen said before she gulped down on her beer.
I bit down on my lip and looked at them one-by-one, anticipating how they would react. “Okay,” I relented. “I did go. First off, they bought me for fifteen thousand dollars.”
All three of my friends looked at me with their jaws dropped and their eyes wide open in shock.
“Holy shit, that’s a lot of money,” Jen said. She shook her head in disbelief. “I figured girls at the auction earned only up to ten thousand or so.”
“That’s not all though,” I teased them further. “Guess who won the bidding? Guess who paid the most to get a taste of my pussy.”
My friends laughed. They’d all heard me talk dirty before but back then it was innocent fun. I was a virgin back then. This time, however, I actually meant what I said.
“If you mean Richard Blaine, I’ll lose my freaking mind,” Karen said. “Richard’s been my dream boy for years but he’d never buy me at an auction like that. He only likes redheads and I’m as blonde as they come.”
I giggled and shook my head, “Nope. Actually, my buyer was Preston Maxwell.”
Everyone cheered and as they started babbling off about how it was fate that I met him in that hospital room months ago, I noticed my phone buzzed. Someone had texted me. I took my phone and opened the message, only to see it was Preston and he was asking if we could meet tonight.
“Speak of the devil,” I whispered. I quickly replied, “I can’t tonight. I’m out with some friends at the Riverside Club. I can go visit you though when we’re done here.”
He didn’t reply afterwards but I didn’t want to think about it right
now. All I wanted to do was get drunk and dance the night away. Mikaela even congratulated me for taking that bold step and she promised not to say another word to my father about the ordeal. She even apologized for letting that detail slip when she saw him at the grocery store.
I didn’t mind and we all had a good time. By midnight I was already feeling a little wasted, more than usual in fact, and figured it was time I headed home. I could take a nap in my car for a bit until I was sober enough to drive.
However, just as I was preparing to leave, I saw Preston walk into the club and he waved at me, motioning for me to come out with him.
“Oh my God, he’s here,” Jen stated when she saw him waving at me.
I wanted to feel warm and fuzzy inside but oddly I felt nothing but frustration. I bid my friends good-bye and stormed out the club. Preston quickly followed me to the parking lot and walked right beside me as I made a beeline for my car.
“Hey,” he tried to call me.
I turned around and shoved my finger at his face, “Why are you here? Didn’t I already tell you I just wanted to hang out with my friends and then I’d come over?”
“You were ignoring my calls,” he told me. “You were ignoring me.”
I opened my purse and checked my phone. It turned out he did call me but I was too busy chatting with my friends to notice.
“I wasn’t ignoring you, Pres,” I reasoned with him. “I was just busy with my friends. Don’t read too much into it, okay? I was drunk – I still am drunk – and I was busy dancing around and that’s why I didn’t see your calls.”
“Is it money?” he suddenly asked me and that just made my heart sink. “Come on, come home with me right now. If you do, I’ll pay off the remaining debt your dad owes for his mortgage. I’ll buy you a damn house and a better car. Just name your price for one more night with me, please.”
