“How big is it?” I naively asked, starting to panic. What if it didn’t fit?
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” Aaron took my hand and guided it to his bulge.
Already, I could tell it was huge. With shaking fingers, I unbuttoned his trousers, timidly reaching into his briefs. There, I was met with quite the package. Literally. My hand could barely wrap around his girth.
He would never fit inside of me.
And yet, that’s exactly what I wanted – for him to take my virginity. It didn’t make any sense, but it was a carnal instinct – something hot and powerful and strange.
Something that I couldn’t deny.
“Why don’t you try rubbing it, sweetheart? Get it nice and hard so I can fuck you with it,” he growled in my ear, still fingering me hard and fast.
I found it hard to concentrate but somehow, I managed to get my hand moving up and down his shaft. It was a bit awkward at first but eventually, I got the hang of it. Soon, he was twitching in my hand.
Before I knew it, he had me laying down on the couch while he hovered over me, eyes burning with lust.
My breath hitched in my throat. This was it. This was the moment where I would lose my virginity.
He pulled my dress up even further and pressed his throbbing cock against my entrance. For a few moments, he teased me with the tip but that didn’t last long. We both wanted each other, and we no longer had the desire to wait. He plunged inside of, going full length with one powerful thrust.
I cried out, feeling pain ripping through my abdomen. My fingers tightened around his biceps, nails digging into his skin.
“Shh,” he rasped, caressing my hair. “Just breathe, pretty girl. It’ll feel good in a minute, I promise,” he said, kissing my cheek.
Slowly, he started to thrust in and out of me. As the friction built up so did my arousal. The pain melted away, replaced by pure pleasure. Soon it felt just as amazing as I thought it would. Before I even knew what I was doing, I was moving my body in time with his. Incredible electric sensations rushed through my veins and I buried my face in Aaron’s neck, kissing him to mute my own moans.
He picked up the pace, driving in deep and burying himself in my pussy. His muscular back rippled as he moved his body on top of mine, pinning me down to the booth as our frantic rhythm increased.
It didn’t take long for my pussy to tighten around him, signaling an oncoming orgasm. I tried to hold it back, but the flood of pleasure was too much to resist. I moaned loudly, head tilted back, eyes rolling into my skull.
“Oh god!” I gasped into Aaron’s ear. “Mr. Black!”
Titanic waves overtook my pussy as it pulsed and clamped, squeezing down on the massive shaft within. My fluids thickened and ran strongly, coating his hot rod with goodness. And that pushed Aaron over the edge as well. The billionaire grunted and shuddered before fucking in deep one last time and exploding all over my womb.
“FUCK!” was his harsh roar. “Fuck shit fuck!”
And the seed felt so good inside me. It was hot and sticky, spraying my pink channel with so much masculine goodness. I squealed again, my pussy spasms drawing that virile sperm even deeper.
Finally though, our shaking subsided, and we lay against each other, just recovering. Slowly, Aaron levered himself up to catch my gaze, those blue eyes glinting in the dark.
“You okay, sweet thing? You feel okay?”
I just nodded, just trying to catch my breath.
We stayed in the booth for a little while longer, listening to each other breathe as the music and lights pumped and blared all around us. But all I could think of was this man. What had we just done? It was so wrong, and yet so right at the same time.
But there was no time to think. Eventually, he got up and grabbed my hand, hoisting me to my feet. “Come on, let’s go home. I think you’ve had enough excitement for one night.” Together, we left the club.
I found myself limping a bit as we walked as Aaron turned to look at me knowingly.
“You okay, pretty girl?” he rasped, eyes sweeping over my curvy form. “I’m big, I know.”
Red spread all over my cheeks, but amazingly, my insides went hot all over again. Not to mention I could feel his sperm dripping down my thighs as I stumbled to the car.
“I’m okay,” I mewled softly. “More than okay.” Because it was the truth. I’d just lost my virginity to a man I didn’t even know, in public to boot. My pussy ached from his size, and his hot seed trickled from my sweetest spot, and yet I loved every second of it. What kind of girl have I become?
Chapter Ten
Aaron
I woke up with the sun in my face. Most mornings, I craved a few extra minutes of sleep but not today – today I felt energized. Scenes from last night kept replaying in my mind. Fuck, Melanie had turned out to be much sexier than I expected. For a virgin, she had been one hell of a lay. I smirked, remembering the sounds of her ecstatic moans and the arch of her back as she shook with pleasure.
Shit.
Last night was so good.
Making love to her in that booth might have been the best decision of my life. Okay, maybe I’m getting a little carried away, but it was pretty damn amazing, I’m not going to lie.
Without realizing it, I stretched out my arm into the empty side of the bed. I frowned. She wasn’t there. I turned to my side, wishing she had spent the night with me. I wished she was there right now, with her hair tousled and messy on the pillows.
After the club, I drove us home. Of course, I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. At every traffic light my hand would creep along her leg and tease that very sensitive pussy of hers. I couldn’t resist. The soft mewls of pleasure that escaped her lips every time I toyed with her were much too sweet. Already, I was becoming addicted to her curvy body.
When we got home, her legs had turned to jelly, making it impossible for her to walk. So, I’d taken her into my arms and carried her upstairs. For a moment, I had even considered bringing her into my bedroom, but I didn’t want to overstep any boundaries.
As I stepped into her room, I glanced down at her to find her looking a bit stunned. I held her a little tighter, almost feeling guilty. After all, I hadn’t exactly been gentle with her. But as far as I could tell, she had enjoyed herself.
I asked myself if I’d gone too far.
No. Even as she limped there had been a look of pleasure plastered on her face. Even with a virgin pussy – one that was impossibly tight – she had still managed to take every inch of me.
The thought filled me with a masculine satisfaction.
Eventually, I laid her down on the mattress, tucking her in. I kissed the top of her head before leaving the room. In the hall, I felt a sense of loneliness well up inside my chest. All I wanted to do was hold her tight throughout the night – to feel her warmth, her body, the gentleness of her breathing.
But in the end I walked back to my bedroom, slipped under the covers, and fell asleep.
I sighed, wondering how the night would have turned out if I had brought her to my bed instead. I’d probably have her in my arms right now. The thought of rolling over to find her sweet body next to mine was enough to stir my cock and I growled.
Shaking my head, I got up and stretched to release the tension that had been building in my muscles all night long. I grabbed my robe off the hook and slipped it on before heading into the bathroom. I yanked on the shower and waited for the water to warm.
Was Melanie still sleeping? Or was she awake in her bed? Was she thinking about me just like I was thinking about her?
With these thoughts in my head, I stepped under the hot water, letting it soak through my hair. I closed my eyes and began lathering in some shampoo as I wondered what it would feel like to have her beside me. The thought of our bodies wet and rubbing together was practically torture.
As my hands ran along my body I imagined her touch. Fuck. I wanted her. Bad. As much as I wanted to control myself and make her as comfortable as po
ssible, I didn’t know if I’d be able to resist her now that I’d finally had a taste of her sweetness.
Eager to see her again, I turned off the shower and wrapped a plush, white towel around my waist. With water dripping from my hair, I returned to my bedroom and into my walk-in closet.
I stood there for a moment, contemplating my options. Casual or formal? I thought about today’s itinerary. For the most part, I kept my schedule clear on the weekends. Lately, I wasn’t one to make plans with my so called ‘friends.’ My patience had run out for all the people who wanted to do nothing but use me. Bit by bit, I was cutting them out of my life. Hopefully, for the best.
“Hmm, maybe I should take her out today. Get her something nice. She deserves it,” I mused to myself as I picked out a button-up shirt. Next, I grabbed a matching tie, holding it to my chest. “Too much.” I tossed it to the side before slipping into some slacks. “Now where’s my belt?” Despite having multiple maids that were supposed to keep my room tidy, I still never managed to find anything. It was like they purposely tried to hide things from me.
Finally, I found the belt I was looking for, hanging on the wall behind my rack of shoes. I shook my head. It wasn’t supposed to be there. I would need to have a chat with Joan, the head of staff. With this thought in mind, I picked out my favorite pair of Italian loafers. Ah. It always amazed me how comfortable they were. Quality craftsmanship was definitely worth the hefty price tag.
Fully dressed, I glanced at the full-length mirror along the back wall. I rolled up the sleeves on my shirt, exposing my forearms. A smirk painted my face. I was looking good – real good. Melanie wouldn’t be able to keep her eyes off me.
Knowing she was mere feet away made me grin. With my hands in my pockets, I took my time walking down the hall, mind wandering back to last night’s intimacy. I just couldn’t get her out of my head. The sexiness of her moans in my ears. The curve of her back as she squirmed with pleasure. Firm ass beneath my fingers. Lap grinding against mine. All of it had blown me away. To think she was only a virgin. I could only imagine how good she would get with some more experience.
Oh, the bad things I would do to her.
My hand hovered over the doorknob and for a moment I was tempted to see whether she had locked the door. But after a second, I curled my fingers into a loose fist and rapped. Better to be polite.
After all, we were still getting to know each other.
I waited for her to respond but I was met with silence.
“Melanie?” I asked in a low voice, opening the door ever so slightly. Peering inside, I saw her fast asleep on the bed. She was swaddled in her blankets with nothing but her curly brown hair on display.
God, she was adorable.
Slowly, I tiptoed into the room, doing my best to stay as silent as possible. I didn’t want to wake her, especially when she looked so peaceful and serene. When I was close enough, I pulled down the blankets to reveal her face. Her features were slack and free of worry. I smiled as I gently brushed her hair from her rosy cheeks.
How could one girl be so beautiful?
I continued watching her sleep, unable to look away. Her angelic face had me mesmerized. I felt like I needed to memorize her every curve – her every inch – so that I could never forget her.
Suddenly, her eyelids fluttered. A second later, I was looking into those beautiful brown eyes of hers.
My heart quickened.
This woman had an effect on me that I couldn’t quite understand. Everything about her seemed perfect. It was like she had been pulled right out of my dreams.
“Good morning,” I said quietly while running my fingers through her hair. “Did you sleep well?”
She hid her face in the pillow.
“Are you okay?”
“Mmm,” she grumbled, curling into a tight, little ball.
I chuckled. “Did you want to sleep for a little longer?” Before she could answer me, I slipped into the bed beside her.
“Mmm,” Melanie made a little purring sound as she shifted close and rested her head against my chest. Her body radiated with warmth.
I folded my arms around her waist, resting my hands on her hips.
“What happened last night?” She looked up at me. There was an innocent expression on her face.
I rested my hand on her cheek letting my thumb rub against her silky skin. “Do you not remember?”
“I….” She bit her bottom lip. “I’m not sure,” she confessed.
“We made love last night, Melanie.” As I spoke, I drew her in. Our lips were now inches apart. “It was amazing. You were amazing.” I gazed into her eyes for a moment before pressing my lips to hers.
She melted against me, her body going slack. I held her tight with my hand pressed against the small of her back as our tongues started to dance together. Unable to stop myself, I kissed her even harder, sucking on her bottom lip. I could feel her breath becoming ragged, but I wasn’t done with her yet. My passion only grew hotter with every second.
I rolled on top of her.
“Aaron,” she mumbled, pressing her hands to my chest.
I stopped immediately. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, I just need to go to the bathroom.” Melanie flushed, biting her lip and avoiding my intense gaze.
I rolled to the side and Melanie sat up, rubbing her eyes with both hands and yawning. I was more than a little disappointed that I was being denied some morning fun. But she was probably so sore from last night, and I didn’t want to hurt her. Still, I savored every moment of the time it took for her to walk to the bathroom. Her rounded hips swung from side to side with every step and my mouth watered as I stared at her ass.
I still couldn’t understand how anyone could be so sexy without even trying. Every single thing Melanie did was a turn-on. When I heard the sound of water gushing, I was tempted to undress and join her.
But after a moment, I changed my mind. My lips curled into a smirk as I imagined Melanie soaping her body.
I wanted her to be nice and clean.
All the better for me to dirty her up later.
I headed downstairs where the chefs were already working on breakfast. “Make sure you set the table for two,” I ordered.
“Of course, sir.” Larry, my head chef nodded his head in response. “Any special requests?”
I shook my head. “The usual is fine.”
Today’s paper was already waiting for me on the table. I grabbed it and turned to the financial page, glancing over the stock market report. My own company had risen six points in the last week. My competitors, on the other hand, were in a downward spiral. Serves them right.
A few minutes later, Larry arrived, holding two plates in his hands. They were heaped with fresh eggs, bacon, and lightly buttered toast. A hearty meal – exactly how I liked it.
“Enjoy, sir,” Larry said, nodding his head as a means of excusing himself from the room.
I continued reading the paper as I waited for Melanie. Maybe I should take her jewelry shopping today. I’d already bought her a new wardrobe, but she still lacked suitable accessories. Fresca’s would be a good choice. Kelly had loved that place. Then again, she liked anything designer since her only goal was to bleed me dry. Still, it had a nice selection of diamonds and pearls. Every girl needs a nice set of pearls, after all.
Yes. That’s exactly what we would do.
I heard light footsteps and I glanced up to find Melanie standing there, fresh out of a shower.
“You look nice.”
She didn’t answer me but simply walked up to the table and sat down.
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
“Okay,” she murmured, stabbing at some egg with the prongs of her fork. A flash of embarrassment painted her cheeks with red.
“Are you sore, sweetheart?”
She gasped, lifting her head. Her blushed deepened. While biting her bottom lip, she nodded her head ever so slightly.
“Good,” I chuckled. “I’l
l get you stretched out in no time, pretty girl. There wasn’t enough privacy in the club, but we can fix that. Just wait until I get you alone in my room. You’ll be screaming my name.”
Her face was now the color of a ripe tomato. Even the top of her ears glowed red, but I could tell from her heaving breasts that she wanted it, too.
Good.
I grinned. Something about her embarrassment was making me hot – I loved how innocent she was.
“What do you say we do some shopping today?”
She took a bite of her food, swallowing slowly. Then, she sipped her orange juice, brows furrowed in contemplation. “
“If you want to,” Melanie said. She shrugged. “But I’m not really a big fan of shopping.”
I raised my eyebrow in question.
“Instead,” she paused, taking a big breath. “Could we maybe go on a hike?”
“A hike?”
She nodded. “Mt. Lemmon.”
A smile spread across my face. I hadn’t climbed Mt. Lemmon in a long, long time – too long. It would do us both a bit of good to get some fresh air. “Are you sure you’re up for it?”
“Yes.”
“Very well. We can go.” To be honest, I was stunned that she would choose to go hiking instead of shopping. Most girls leaped at the opportunity to spend my money, but I was quickly realizing that this girl was completely different in the best of ways.
Chapter Eleven
Melanie
Silence.
Well, almost.
We weren’t talking to each other, but our every footstep crunched against the dry terrain.
I glanced at the mountains, enjoying the view. There was just something about the Arizona country-side that was simply breathtaking. Maybe it was the dusty oranges of the desert or the purple hues clinging to the majestic peaks.
Why is he so quiet?
I wondered whether or not I should say something. The crunching of dead leaves under my feet was almost soothing, but I was dying to know what Aaron was thinking about.
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