Claiming His Virgin In the Ring: The Filthy Wrestling Club

by Cassandra Dee

  He nodded, his face dark with lust. “What a naughty girl you are.”

  “Then I played with my clit, while thinking about you. I really wanted to cum again.” I could feel my slit quivering, my clit so swollen and frustrated. My fingers kept pumping in and out of my butt. His eyes raked over me, the anticipation tightening every muscle in my body.

  “Mmm.” He groaned. “And does my pretty girl want to cum again?”

  I nodded, my body in total control of my mind. “Yes, please”

  He leaned over me. “Don’t stop moving your fingers, and try to get a fourth in.”

  My mouth fell open as he pushed his fingers into my pussy, his rough thumb stroking my clit. All self-control fled, leaving only desire. “Oh yes!” I screamed.

  As promised, I kept fingering my asshole, doing my best to try and figure out how to get my last finger in. The walls of my pussy were like a vise around his fingers. I threw my head back, almost losing my balance. Oooh, it felt so full, and I could feel his fingers rubbing against mine through the wall of skin. My body shuddered; it was so delicious!

  “Come for me, baby,” he growled.

  I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut as I lost myself to the sensation of his hand pummeling me. I tried to keep pace with my own fingers, and I had finally wriggled the fourth in. He dug his thumb hard into my clit, circling it roughly. A blinding orgasm rolled over me, sending me thrashing and screaming on the bed.

  “Oh my god. Yes, Thorn. Yes!”

  My pussy and ass went wild then, spasming and clamping non-stop, shudders wracking my frame.

  “Oh Thorn!” was my helpless cry, eyes squeezed shut. “Oh god, oh god!”

  The billionarie kept his hand inside me, letting me ride out the aftershocks even as those blue eyes gleamed. As promised, I kept moving my fingers inside my ass, exhausted, unsure what came next.

  And with an obscene pop, the alpha pulled his fingers out of my cunt.

  “I’m glad you liked your treat.” He licked his fingers. “Now the real fun begins.”

  His clothes were quickly discarded, revealing a huge member weeping precum at the tip. Thorn knelt on the bed, and waved his cock in my face.

  “Suck it, and don’t stop your fingers. Keep going down there sweetheart, you need to keep stretching down below, otherwise you’ll just bounce back like a rubber band.”

  I struggled to pull his dick in my mouth with my body at such a weird angle. He shoved one of the pillows under my head, helping me. Then he grabbed my hair, and began guiding my head up and down his shaft. His cock butted against the back of my throat. I wasn’t surprised. He was so big. I tried to breathe slowly and not gag. Whenever my throat would feel too full, too strained, he would back off and push into me further again.

  “All right, you can stop now,” he groaned.

  I pulled my fingers out, and let his dick slide out of my mouth. He grabbed my arm, flipped me over. I was on my stomach with my ass in the air. My body quivered, scared that his cock would truly tear me open this time.[MJBB21]

  “All right, let’s start here first, then move on to the main event, baby girl.” He grunted as he thrust his cock into my dripping pussy. My back arched against him, and he pushed me back down onto the bed again. His hips rocked against me, his dick plumbing my insides. When he reached underneath to stroke my clit, my tongue rolled out of my mouth.

  My mind was numb, there was only pleasure. I screamed and bucked against him. “Oh, god yes, fuck me. Fuck me!” I wailed.

  “Such a naughty girl.” His voice was low, dangerous. He spanked my ass while still keeping rhythm. “You know what I do to naughty girls?”

  I shook my head, unable to formulate a proper response. His finger strummed my clit hard. He held my body in place, my pussy speared[MJBB22] on his gigantic cock as I flailed, a second orgasm crashing over me.

  I’m going to die. It feels so good I think I’m going to die.

  My chest heaved as I fought to catch my breath. Before I could reorient myself, he pulled his dick out of my pussy. I could feel my juices leaking down my legs. It quivered as the open air invaded me. I whimpered.

  “Ready?” The low gravel of his voice sent shivers through me.

  I nodded, my body screaming for more. He pressed his manhood against my asshole. I yelped in surprise. He laughed at me, pressing harder, forcing the entrance to stretch and accept the head of his dick. I scrabbled at the duvet, trying to escape.

  “Naughty girls belong on the end of my cock,” the alpha ground out as his head slipped inside me.

  My body was screaming, fighting to reject the intrusion. I felt as if I would be ripped apart as he continued pressing inside me. It was as if it would never end, his dick just kept going and going.

  Oh please no. I whimpered as more of his cock slid inside me. It’s too big.

  His fingers dug into my butt as he slipped himself all the way to the hilt. I panted, relieved that it was over. But then squealed when he began pulling back out, only to slam back in again.

  His hard body rocked against mine, smashing into my ass. My body soon fell into the rhythm as his strong hands held my hips in place. He leaned down and growled in my ear.

  “Alright pretty baby, go ahead and reach down. Stroke that naughty little bud of yours.”

  I groaned, leaning on my arm as I snaked my hand back to my clit. I could feel his balls slapping against my hand. My body felt like it was melting when I started tweaking my swollen button. My mouth hung open as my face was pressed harder into the bed.

  “Fuck. So good!” he bellowed.

  Thorn’s body began to speed up, his dick merciless as it pumped inside my ass. I dug my finger into my clit, hard. I needed to cum again, just one more time.

  My legs danced and shook as my orgasm crept up on me. His hands clenched my hips as his cock spurted inside me. I felt so full as he spilled his seed into my body in a completely different way. I came hard on my hand, juice flooding from my core.

  He gave one last thrust before pulling out of me. His sperm spilled out, and I fell over on the bed as he let go of my hips. I was a tangled mess of limbs, and unable to move, overwhelmed with sensations and panting desperately, trying to grasp what just happened.

  “Dirty girl,” he chuckled as he delivered a hard spank to my ass. I squealed, my pussy shuddering with pleasure.

  Thorn leaned over the bed, his breath tickling my ear. “It felt good, didn’t it? You’re so good, sweetheart, so nubile and fresh. Fuck, I just want more.”

  I rolled my head to look up at him. My body felt hot and sticky, but I wanted so much to kiss him and drag him down for more. The alpha seemed to sense this, and drew back, laughing.

  “Sorry, pretty baby. Time is up. I have another meeting to get to. Besides, we’ll be landing soon.” He straightened up. “But feel free to think more naughty thoughts while I’m away,” the man drawled with a wink, striding into the en suite.

  I moaned watching the bathroom door close before the shower started with a creak. The ache of exhaustion began to creep into my limbs once more. I hugged one of the pillows close to me, trying to stay awake.

  I still need to shower. I can’t just lay here like this. But this bed is so comfy, and he’ll be gone again for a few hours.

  As I drifted in and out of consciousness, the alpha exited the bathroom. That chiseled, muscular body moved about the room, pulling his suit back on. I sighed, forcing myself to sit up, the dark man looking at me before leaning low to press a kiss to my lips.

  “You make it so hard to leave,” the alpha growled. “So sweet, just like candy. But honey, it’s time to get up. We’ll be in Chicago soon, and you gotta put on something other than those cat pajamas,” the big man winked. “Better get rolling, sweetheart.”

  And with a sigh, I sat up, making a wry face as my reflection, the tangled brown curls springing from my head like messy fireworks.

  “You like cats, don’t you?” was my soft voice. “Cat pajamas aren’t so bad.”
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br />   The billionaire turned from knotting his tie.

  “As a matter of fact, I don’t like cats,” he rumbled thoughtfully. “More of a dog person myself.”

  And suddenly, I laughed because somehow, I felt completely comfortable around the man. It’d been an amazing seesaw of emotions, our journey incredible and difficult to believe. He’d hired me for my body, only to let me cry hot tears in his shirt. And then we’d had another steamy session, culminating with the big man telling me to change out of my cat pajamas.

  “I’ll make you into a cat person,” was my sassy proclamation, sitting up in bed as my breasts bounced. “Trust me, I’ll find you the right feline and you won’t be able to resist.”

  But you can’t get ahead of the billionaire because in one swift move, his head was between my legs, lapping at my pussy once again, that tongue sweet and hot.

  “Sweetheart, I’ve already found a kitten to my taste,” was that low growl. “And don’t you forget it.”

  I gasped, cheeks flaming, even as my thighs parted further, welcoming his sensuous caress. Because how has this happened? We were supposed to be nothing more than an employer and an employee, the CEO and his hired help. But somehow, it’s become something more. Something playful, arousing, emotional, and profound all in a few hours. How is that possible? How did this man come to have me on a string around his finger without even trying?

  But it’s happened, and as that big frame disappeared into the main cabin, I smiled to myself. Mr. Evans was a mystery, a huge, gorgeous package with a soul inside … and I couldn’t wait to learn more.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Thorn

  Another boring day at the office.

  I could barely focus, voices droning in the conference room.

  Because shit, it was all about Holly now. That curvaceous figure lounging on the bed. Her, spread eagle and screaming for more. That luscious body creaming so hard, jerking and clamping with a cock buried deep in that pussy.

  Her virgin pussy.

  And now I’d had her ass too.

  Oh yeah, the little slut had crammed her fingers into that dark hole, pumping with enthusiasm.

  How’d I get so lucky?

  What girl does this so easily?

  Because Holly was my female, all the way.

  But it was more than that. It was her sweetness, the way she was determined to do her best in the world despite being born into a tough situation. Because not many girls would have made it so far. They would have given up on their disabled mothers, ranging far and wide to rid themselves of the unpleasant memories.

  But Holly hadn’t. Instead, my girl was loyal. For years now, she’d labored at a series of menial jobs intent on surviving and thriving. Although it’d been tough, Holly had graduated high school, signing up for a flight training seminar with the intent of paying off her mom’s medical debts asap, whether through restructuring or hard work.

  And I could tell that bankruptcy scared her. Her voice had been determined, but it had been the slight tremor that gave her away. Because my girl is just eighteen and not so far from childhood herself. And yet she was taking control of her family’s financial affairs, although it was clear that the prospect of bankruptcy devastated her.

  I admired the woman for that. Fifty year old men quaver at the thought of braving the courts, but not my girl. She stood firm, listening to my explanation with a level, intelligent expression. Because bankruptcy is bad, of course. It means you’re going to trash your credit score for ten years, while enduring the rigmarole of the legal system.

  But it’s not the worst thing in the world. For some people, bankruptcy can be the right choice, depending on the nature and amount of your debts. And maybe for Holly and her mom, it was right.

  But I’m only saying maybe. Because a thought seized my mind earlier today, worming into my consciousness. Listening to the brunette talk, looking at those overflowing eyes and the shame that made those pink cheeks flare, gave me an idea.

  Why not save the brunette from bankruptcy? Eliminate the need for her to file? After all, how much could her mom’s medical debt be? A couple hundred thousand? A million even? Shit, that was nothing to a billionaire. I made that amount in an hour, the money pouring into my bank account like a flood.

  So that was an idea. Saving Holly from bankruptcy. It sounded good, warming my soul, and I bat the idea around in my head a little more. Charity isn’t exactly my thing, but this wasn’t charity. This was something more, an act that spoke to the depths of my heart. Holly hasn’t had much advantage in her life, but I could change that easily.

  So why not? It felt like the right thing to do, and one thing I’ve learned as a seasoned businessman is to trust your gut. It’s saved my ass more than once, and made me billions of dollars through dozens of deals. But right now, I was stuck in a dull meeting with a bunch of pasty-faced gray suits. Damn. So different from where I’d been just two hours ago, ensconced in luxury with a giving, luscious girl at my side.

  Because I’d left the plane for a meeting in Chicago. Yeah, we were talking about developing some property here, New York style. Bringing some of the glitz of the big city to the Second City, if you get what I mean.

  But shit, it was so hard to pay attention. These guys knew nothing, they were so mealy-mouthed and weak.

  I pulled out my phone to check my emails. Hmm, there was another meeting with some investors tomorrow. About the Chinese steel industry moving in and potentially pushing us to the wayside, left to shrivel and die.

  Fuck that.

  I was ready.

  Whatever came, they were no match for me.

  After all, this business has been in my blood for a long time now. When you start from nothing, you see every part of how things work, down to the nuts and bolts of the nuts and bolts. That’s right. Details that you never imagined are ingrained on my mind, familiar as the back of my hand.

  And unfortunately, these idiots right now had no idea what they were talking about.

  One of the junior execs was clicking through Powerpoint slides at a glacial pace. There were stats about A. Stats about B. Stats about A and B combined, plus C and D for good measure.

  Shit. This was so stupid.

  Because the statistics were wrong. Anyone with a brain on their head could tell that the figures had been inflated, jimmied and jiggled so that they looked good but were actually false.

  So my mind drifted to its favorite subject, ignoring the noise.

  Holly.

  After all, the girl was so fresh and nubile. She’d been so concerned about being safe, about pulling out and whatnot. Please, pretty baby. Guys don’t pull out. Not real alphas, at least. It’s just something we say to get you panting and compliant. What a silly little girl.

  And yet, it was more than that. The brunette had hopes and dreams, her keen intelligence obvious. She’d listened to my explanation of the bankruptcy process carefully, asking questions that demonstrated her intellect and ability to learn.

  Plus, Holly was open-minded for sure. The cuffs hadn’t scared her the first time. Well, maybe a little bit, but she’d taken to them like a champ. Some girls would act all huffy and refuse to do things they felt were dirty or stupid, and yet Holly had done them all. Hesitantly at first, but when my girl got on a roll, things happened fast. Oh yeah, the little slut was creaming hard soon enough, four fingers crammed into her butt.

  After all, we were only on trip two, and yet there’d already been so many firsts. Her pussy. Her ass. Maybe I’d use her mouth next. The prospect was exciting, for sure. Especially now, when I was stuck in the middle of this boring board meeting.

  Suddenly, one of the execs cleared his throat, wrenching me away from my visuals.

  “Mr. Evans, we could use your guidance on how to finesse the Chicago market. The Midwest is new to us, and it’s important to remain relevant yet aggressive in the face of the competition.”

  I drummed my fingers on the conference table, staring at the multi-colored slide.
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  “It’s the Mackeys. If anyone understands the cutthroat competition of business, it’s them. We need to be strong in the fight. If we take a step back in order to play fair, they’ll see us as weak and pull out of the other deals.”

  The execs murmured and nodded to one another. I leaned back in my chair, a king on his throne.

  That’s right; I always have the answers.

  More slides swept over the screen. Prospective clients who could be easily won, and those who would take further negotiation. I chuckled, wondering what my wide-eyed little Holly would think of an exotic place like China.

  It’d be nice to take her on a trip.

  Somewhere foreign and new.

  I wanted to show her the world.

  What the fuck? What was I thinking? This girl was a paid companion, not my girlfriend.

  I’d gotten carried away.

  But still, showing her the world from one of our new highrises would be the ultimate. The Chinese do know how to lay the luxury on thick, and Holly hadn’t had any niceties in her life until now.

  Plus, the brunette was so responsive to every touch. Squealing. Squirming. Crying. Her cunt creaming like mad, eager for more. And that ass. Oh yeah, I’d crammed it full in one fell stroke, and yet she’d taken dick in her back hole like a champ.

  My champ.

  This girl belonged to me, every inch of that beautiful body. Her mind too, that flexible, intelligent brain that turned me on.

  Suddenly, my reverie was interrupted again.

  “Mr. Evans?” I looked up. A secretary held a phone in my direction, her look apologetic.

  “Yes?” was my growl. “What’s the problem? We’re in a meeting here.”

  She ducked her head, embarrassed.

  “Yes, but Ryver Holdings is on the line. The caller said it was urgent.”

  What the fuck?

  What could be so urgent?

  But I knew what it was. Nick Ryver has been a rival of mine for decades now. The guy is old and wizened but don’t let his troll-like appearance fool you. Because that dude is sharp as a tack, even in his advanced age.