Cash: A Cowboy Alpha Billionaire’s Virgin Romance

by Ember Flint

  I see her frowning and looking even smaller than she is and I curse myself for always being such a bear.

  I gently cradle her in my arms, kissing her temple.

  “Don’t worry about your things, baby. We can get them, when we go down in a few days to inspect the property so you can tell me what are your future plans for it.”

  Aria’s arms tighten around my waist.

  “Okay,” she murmurs against my chest.

  I kiss the crown of her curly head. “Until then, you can of course buy whatever you need, sweetheart.”

  She looks a little uncertain. “I’m not very familiar with Austin…”

  I smile down at her, stroking her cheek. “That’s okay, baby. I cleared my schedule for the next few days so that we could spend time together and get to know each other before the wedding, so I’ll take you shopping myself, alright?”

  Going clothes’ shopping is not exactly the reason why I took those days off, it was more like so that I could spend them naked in bed with her teaching her everything she’ll ever know about sex and worshipping her hot curvy body, but I guess we can do both.

  Aria nods, smiling. “I don’t need much stuff, you know: just the essential.”

  I kiss her full on the lips.

  “We’ll buy whatever you need to be comfortable and then some. That’s not a point that is up for discussion, especially not now, baby.”

  Before she can say anything else, I pick her up, wind her legs around my hips and I head to my bedroom.

  My mind thinking a very basic loop that my cock decidedly approves of: Aria in my bedroom, Aria naked, Aria on my bed, me on top of her.

  “Where are we going, Cash?” she asks, but then she laughs, rolling her eyes.

  “Oh right… I know where. I guess, you’ll show me around later…”

  I nod. “Exactly,” I say, throwing her on my bed.

  She bounces right in the middle of it, her dress riding up to reveal a large amount of one of her delicious-looking thighs.

  Aria intercepts the direction of my gaze and blushes scarlet, making my cock swell again to full-mast, the ache so intense and so sudden that I have to unbuckle my slacks and lower my zip.

  “Sorry, baby, I’m starting to need the extra space to grow, you make me too damn fucking hard to keep my clothes on,” I grunt, making her gasp as her eyes follow the movement of my hands in arousal, but also trepidation.

  I’m doing a very poor job at making her feel at ease, but there’s not much I can do about it, that’s how I am.

  “I want you to disrobe for me, Aria.”

  I see some hesitation pass on her face and after I kick off my shoes and socks I go sit on the edge of the bed and lean forward over her prone, sexy body to kiss her full lips.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I told you, I want claim your virginity until you ask me or I make you my wife and I’m a man that always keeps his word.”

  Aria giggles. “I’ll never ask you that, Cash… you’ll have to wait the whole week, sorry.”

  I grin at her. “That’s what you think. Want to know what I think?” I ask.

  “Not really… but go ahead,” she sasses.

  “I think we both know you’ll be begging for it before the night is through and it will be only my strong will that will keep you a virgin until the wedding.”

  Aria laughs at that, but doesn’t deny it.

  She might not entirely believe me, but I wasn’t trying to be smug: I know she wants this —me— as much as I want it. She is just too naive to see it now.

  “Anyway, we’ll worry about it later, Aria. Right now, I just want you to show me what’s mine, that is all. You want to show me, don’t you, baby?”

  A shaky sigh leaves her trembling chest. “I… I think so, but I…”

  “What?” I ask gently, rubbing her shoulder with one hand while I unbutton my shirt with the other.

  Aria shrugs. “It’s embarrassing…”

  I smile at her, taking off my undershirt.

  “Why? I’m going to be your husband and you’re going to be my wife. Nothing is more natural than to see each other like that. See? I have no problems in getting naked in front of you.”

  She pouts, shaking her head.

  “Well of course not. First of all, you’re a guy and second, you look like a…”

  “Like a?” I ask, sliding off my pants, I see her eyes dropping on my boxer briefs and the very huge erection prominently displayed in them, she gulps and looks away.

  She huffs. “Please, like you don’t know what I mean!”

  I laugh. “I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about, Aria.”

  She rolls her eyes.

  “You want me to say it out loud? Fine: you look like a fucking Titan or something, you’re hot while I’m…” she trails off, looking suddenly very sad.

  I scoot closer to her, taking her in my arms. “What, baby? What are you?”

  Aria hides her face in my chest and shakes her head no, she pokes me lightly on one hip, her fingers tracing my abs and then going up to my chest, pulling pre-cum out of my balls and making me shake at the simple, artless caress, but I try not to succumb to it, sensing there’s really something under her reluctance to show me her body.

  “Aria, what’s the matter?”

  She keeps on touching me as if to make sure I’m real.

  “Well, you’re fit, all hard and everything, while I’m… I’m not really in shape and— well I’m a bit over-weight, I’m okay with it really. I’m not one of those women who cry because they can’t be a small size. I’m happy with the way I am, but still… what… what if you don’t like me?”

  “Are you fucking kidding me here!” I interrupt.

  This cannot be, she can’t be so blind to how hot she is, how tempting.

  I pull away to look her in the eyes. “You are the single most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

  She shakes her head. “You haven’t seen me naked yet.”

  I kiss her temple. “And that’s the only reason why I haven’t had a heart attack yet. I’m dying to get a look at those soft curves you’re hiding, baby. Curves made to take a real man, to cushion your sweetness from my hardness if nothing else you could use some more weight, Aria. God I can’t wait to see you pregnant, you’re already fucking gorgeous, but you’re going to look like a goddess heavy with my seed. Now, don’t make me ask again, baby and take off that dress.”

  Aria smiles at me and shakily does as I said, revealing a powder blue cotton set of bra and tiny panties and a body that could have any man panting.

  My cock lurches painfully at the innocent and yet alluring feast spread on my bed.

  I touch my chest. “Holy fuck, I was just kidding before, but you should really keep your phone close in case you really kill me tonight and need to call 911.”

  Aria laughs. “You’re not that old…”

  Then she frowns. “Wait, how old are you?”

  I smile at her. “Thirty-two.”

  She caresses the side of my face as I lean down on her, my hands going for the clasp on her back.

  She takes a shallow breath. “When is your birthday?”

  I pet her panty-covered pussy, my eyes zeroing on the shiny, slippery wet spot on them.

  “Today, it will seem.”

  She punches me on one arm. “Cash, come on!”

  I kiss between the valley of her breasts, my dick jerking in approbation at the sweet rose scent of her skin.

  “It was a week ago, actually.”

  I slowly slide the straps of her bra off her shoulder; my eyes devouring her rapid intakes of breath, my lips trailing open-mouthed kisses over the slight curve of her belly and then up to the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen.

  I suck, kiss, lick and bite her rose-colored, little nipples until she is breathless.

  I could spend forever lavishing attention on this two soft pieces of heaven, nothing if not th
e possibility or really finding paradise between her thick thighs could tear me away.

  Aria whimpers and nearly comes off the bed, when my fingers reach the edge of her tiny panties.

  “Don’t you want to know when’s my birthday, Cash?” she asks.

  I circle her belly button with my tongue, making her moan.

  “I already know, baby. It was last month.”

  I roll the elastic band of her panties down her mound exposing a perfectly trimmed, golden nest of soft looking little curls, making her jump again.

  She closes her legs, trapping my head in between, which is perfectly okay with me.

  I let more of my weight drop on her and press my nose against her panty-clad, sweet, virgin cunt, inhaling deeply.

  “Fuck, baby, if honey had a smell it would be exactly like this. I can’t wait to have a taste of your sugar on my tongue.”

  She grasps a handful of my hair, pulling my head up.

  “Taste? You mean… down there?”

  I almost groan at how innocent she is.

  I kiss her mound, pressing my tongue against her still covered clit. “Yes, Aria. There and everywhere…”

  I go back to removing her panties, but she stops me again. “Shouldn’t we like… you know, talk a little more first?”

  “We will talk, baby, but later. I really need to take a closer look at this pretty, cherry-tight pussy of yours, first.”

  I feel her legs fall open. “Okay…”

  I kiss the inside of one thigh and then the other.

  “Aria, look at me. I just want to look okay? I won’t even take that little taste I’m dying for if you don’t want me to, alright?”

  She blushes even more, but nods and then surprises me, by lowering her panties down to her knees.

  I gently pry her legs open and take my first look at the last cunt I’m ever going to see if things go as I plan, and fuck if I’m not the luckiest bastard on the planet.

  There could be only one word aside from perfect to describe her pussy and that is a lovely work of art; a pink, innocent, swollen flower glistening with dew and I’m the only man who is going to taste it, take it, fill it up with every drop of cum I have.

  I have to clench my teeth to keep the growl inside and grasp the sheets in both fists to keep me from attacking it as I wish to.

  “Have you ever touched yourself?” I ask, lying on her side, one hand, clutching my cock, to keep me from cumming in my shorts.

  She looks away, but nods.

  I smile, kissing the side of her face and down her neck.

  “And do you like the feeling you get when you make yourself climax?”

  This time she looks at me. “That’s a stupid question, Cash.”

  I laugh. “I guess, but still… I would imagine that the answer is yes, right?”

  “Of course…”

  “What I wish to do tonight, it’s basically give you that kind of pleasure, Aria, only ten times better, are you sure you’re not interested?”

  Aria purses her lips. “You do know how to sell an idea, don’t you?”

  I kiss her sweetly.

  I don’t know her as much as I would love to yet, but one thing I know is that when she sasses like this, she is hiding insecurities behind it.

  “And was I successful right now?” I ask, caressing her thighs and mound, careful to avoid her slippery lower lips, making her gasp and moan.

  She kisses me, turning more toward me.

  “More than I can say,” she whispers against my lips.

  I nod, stripping off my boxers to give my cock even more space to breathe.

  Her eyes fall on my hard dick, now practically standing against my abs, the reddened, large head covered in pre-cum.

  “There’s no way I’m letting you put that thing inside me, Cash. I would wish to still be able to walk after I lose my virginity, thank you very much,” she grumbles.

  I clasp my burgeoning erection and give it a couple of decided pumps, my other hand squeezing my balls, the thought of breaching her virgin pussy with my big cock nearly enough to make me finish the party before it even started.

  “Not only you will let me do that and even more, Aria: you will love every minute of it, you can be sure of that.”

  She eyes my cock suspiciously. “I highly doubt that any interaction with such a blunt instrument could be pleasurable, Cash.”

  I smirk down at her, rolling my body on hers.

  “Odd, I thought you quite liked rubbing that little virgin pussy of yours all over my dick in the limo. Let’s see if I can refresh your memory, baby.”

  I grasp her panties and pull them back up until she is covered again and then I start grinding my cock against her pussy, driving my hips as if fucking her, the bed’s headboard thumping against the wall, her delighted moans filling the room as her legs fasten around me.

  I’m going to give her the dry humping of the century and then we’ll see if she has any further remonstrations against my cock or if I manage to make them become best buddies.

  I look down at my cock sliding against her pussy, the outline of her swollen lips, clit and slit perfectly molded by the light blue fabric, a trail of thick pre-cum staining it. Okay, not so dry maybe, but it will still be quite the ride.

  I feel her back bow off the bed and her pussy starts to contract against my cock, her body wriggling in pleasure as her orgasm hits her, but I don’t stop.

  I pinch my balls and keep on humping her pussy until I hear her breathless cries again and again, making her climax more times than I can count before I stop rubbing my length against her.

  I roll off of her and give her an expectant smile that she doesn’t disappoint by doing exactly what I knew she would: take off her panties and send them flying to the other side of the bedroom, her legs spreading open for me.

  Aria looks at me seriously, one hand on my chest. “Alright, I have to admit you might be onto something here.”

  I laugh and kiss her softly, one hand sliding between her open thighs, my fingers tangling in her now wet little curls.

  “Can I get my little taste now?”

  Aria giggles and nod. “Be my guest…”

  I beam at her and slide my body down, until my mouth is hovering over her soaked, needy pussy.

  I part the puffy pink lips with my tongue and give her a long slow lick from clit to opening and back again, growling and clutching her thighs as her delicious feminine sweet flavor hits my taste buds.

  She mewls softy, stroking my head. “Oh, Cash…”

  I give her another long lick, but then I stop, her taste is too much for me to handle and if I keep going I’ll come and I don’t want to yet.

  I rub her clit with my thumb, making her legs shake and shortening her breath even more and then I move down, teasing her little slit with my index.

  She is so small down here, I doubt she’ll be able to take even that, let alone my cock.

  She is going to give me a real difficult ride, I already know that.

  I’ll need to be careful, to prepare her and this week is going to be the perfect way to accomplish it, starting now.

  “I’m going to try and give you a little of my finger, baby. Okay? Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.”

  “Okay…”

  Keeping my eyes on her face, I gently caress her opening and try to push the tip of my index in only to feel her little pussy immediately clamp on it.

  Discomfort spreads on her face and she grimaces a bit.

  “Sorry, baby. I really need to stretch you a bit, or my cock will really be too much for you when I take you. Let’s try something else first,” I lower my head between her legs again.

  Aria nods. “Okay, I guess it’s because I never…” she lets her words hang in the air.

  I do a double take, my cock dripping in pre-cum, no matter how much I try to hold it back.

  She can’t mean…

  “You never?” I prod.
/>   She sighs, her chest rising and falling. “I just touched my clit, I never…”

  I groan as my balls draw up even more at her words.

  If there’s a woman that could make me come just with words it as to be Aria, ‘cause I’m that close to nutting right now.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you. I won’t hurt you,” I reassure her.

  Or at least I’ll do my best I mentally add.

  I go back to kiss her inner thighs and mound some more and then I dive back in her pussy with my mouth, my tongue traversing her small opening as both my hands grip my cock to keep me from going off at her taste. I slide my tongue all the way inside of her, as far as I can go and feel her greedy walls latch onto it, I move it around trying to stretch her a bit and then I pull it out, exchanging it for my pinkie finger.

  This time, I manage to slide it in without much resistance and there is no trace of discomfort, only pleasure and arousal on Aria’s beautiful face.

  I love the fact that every single one of her firsts will be mine.

  Like right now, I’m the first man touching her like this, the first man getting a part of himself —even if it’s just a finger— inside her virgin pussy and most importantly: I’m the first one and the only one who’s going to make her come like this.

  “I own your body now, baby,” I pant against her thigh. “Don’t I?” I finger her faster.

  “Yes, yes, you do,” Aria moans, clutching my shoulder.

  “Ready to take something slightly bigger, baby?”

  “Yes…” she breathes.

  “Good girl,” I kiss her belly, pulling my pinkie out and thrusting my index inside in its place.

  Aria whimpers, but there’s definitely more pleasure than anything else in the sound, so I start to stroke in and out, my eyes still on her face to gauge her reaction.

  When I’m sure she is completely enjoying it, I start to finger-fuck her harder, mindful though to don’t bump against her hymen, ‘cause that’s something I want to take with my cock.

  “Come, Aria, I want you to come on my finger,” I encourage her. “I want to own your first orgasm like this and every other one you’re going to have.”