“I love my Nana so much,” Trina says softly. “There’s no way to pay her back for all the things she’s done for us. She’s the most incredible person, so strong and so giving. I want to be that for her now.”
My heart aches with sympathy for her. Because growing up in the lap of luxury, her story is not one I can relate to. My parents are exactly where I left them in their big retirement house up in Martha’s Vineyard with its five bedrooms and six car garage. Coming from all that and looking at Trina now, I can’t help but feel for her. She’s a girl I don’t want to see suffering even if I have no idea what that kind of suffering even looks like.
Get a grip, man! You just met her!
I ignore the warning voice in my head. It doesn’t matter that a few days ago I didn’t know Trina existed. The point is, she’s here now in my place. In my life. Warm and sexual and tempting, and oh so sweet. If I could bring her parents back from wherever they’ve gone and change her life for the better, I’d do it in a heartbeat.
She looks up at my face, and although I’m trying to appear sympathetic but neutral, something on my face must give away my feelings. Trina licks a glimmer of honey from her bottom lip.
“Grayson, I don’t want you to feel sorry for me or anything. It’s okay. What happened to my brother and me has already happened. That’s just life.” Trina shrugs. “Anyway, when I get the money from...from this, I’m going to take care of Mickey and Nana, and then I’m going college to study botany.” She bites her lower lip bashfully, making it look red and swollen and even more kissable. “I’ve always had a green thumb, and plants seem to grow when I’m around.”
She looks so adorable, so delicious.
Suddenly, I want to hear more. My heart thuds loudly under my custom-made suit, so sonorous I’m sure she can hear it. I’ve been in the Billionaires Club for years now and never really felt any kind of thrill. Yeah, the sex with the girls I got from the auction was pretty good, but having them in my life didn’t add anything meaningful. Instead, it was wham, bam, thank you ma’am, and not a second thought after they left.
But now, things are different. I want to actually know Trina. I want to know what makes her happy, sad, and angry. I want to help her brother and grandmother, if that gives her peace. I want her to enroll in college, if that’s what she wants.
But it’s too soon to say all that. To hide my sudden emotion, I take her hand and stroke a finger along her pale thumb. “It doesn’t look very green to me,” I say lightly in my deep voice.
She cracks a smile at my lame joke. “You know what I mean,” she says, but doesn’t pull her hand back away from mine. Her eyes flicker around the suite. “In fact, I could help you plant something, if you want. Something to make your room seem homier? It’s pretty bare the way it is.”
Without looking around, I know she’s right. This is the place I stay while doing work for the Billionaires Club. I know well enough what it looks like. Like a typical hotel suite owned by a bunch of billionaires who don’t spend any real personal time here. It’s elegant and furnished expensively, but it’s impersonal. There’s nothing to indicate that this place is mine. There’s just a massive king size bed with white sheets and a black leather loveseat in front of the window. I’ve never been one for decoration. No point in it when all I do here is take girls to bed and work.
I raise my eyebrows and give her an easy smile. “Sure thing, sweetheart. Just let me know what you need, and I’ll make sure you get it.”
Her cheeks go pink again and her lashes flicker down to hide her pretty brown eyes before she finds the courage to look right at me again. “Oh, just some seeds and pots and gardening tools,” she says softly like she’s talking about silk wallpaper, French rugs, and Travertine tile. “You’ll see. I can work wonders with just some basics.”
It should be ridiculous, but I’m taken aback, my heart thumping loudly. It’s so obvious that she cares about poor billionaire me. My heart beats almost painfully then.
Sweet doesn’t even begin to cover what this girl is.
“I’ll get you whatever you need.” With a squeeze of her soft fingers, I draw my hand back and reach for the champagne in the bucket. “But for now, how about some bubbly?”
Her eyes light up. “Oh, I’ve never had champagne before.”
With a few motions of my hand, I pop the cork and she squeals at the noise, giggling with a hand over her mouth. I pour the champagne into two glasses, then lift mine in a toast.
“To a night of first times.” The overhead light catches the bubbles in our glasses as we raise them and gently tap the rims. “May it be everything you thought it would be.”
Her eyes widen at the suggestion in the toast, but she just smiles and takes a sip. The wine glistens tantalizingly on her lower lip. My gut tightens.
Those lips of hers look so soft, so damn kissable. But I restrain myself and just drink from my glass. The bubbles fizz in my mouth and tickle my nose before sliding smoothly down my throat. I catch her watching the motion of my throat as I swallow.
She wants me. I can see it in her eyes. Those flames of curiosity. The eagerness. She doesn’t know what’s going to happen between us here tonight. Hell, I don’t know either. But she’s so damn tempting...
Subtly, I adjust my thickening cock under the table.
Trina’s pink tongue darts out to lick the wine from her lower lip. She puts her glass down.
“I talked your ear off about my family and life.” Her thick hair falls forward over her shoulder and into her face, but she flings it back over her shoulder with a toss of her head. “What about you? Is there anything you can tell me about yourself, or is everything about you and this place a big, bad secret?” She smiles at me teasingly, and it makes my heart jump and my dick eager. I stamp down these reactions and lean forward a bit.
“No secret.” My lips curl up in what I know is a predatory kind of smile. “This is just your average billionaire’s playpen, and I just happen to be one of the billionaires bidding at our monthly auctions.” With a tip of my eyebrow I let her know she’s one of those very desirable girls.
She blushes again and bites that lush bottom lip of hers. Then over the rest of the meal, I tell her the bare bones of my life—how I got to be the CEO of Knight Investments, the relatively happy and privileged life I had as an only child before I went out on my own to create my own success.
“That sounds amazing,” she says once I finish. “You’re so lucky to have your parents support you like that.”
“Yes, I am.” Why deny it? My life of privilege was the launching pad for even greater future success. “This isn’t a bad life.”
Trina giggles, tossing her head back and showing off her soft neck and the pulse pounding in her throat. “Not bad at all,” she says after her laughter dies away.
But enough talking about me. I already know my own story. Trina is the important one here. Trina and the time we have together.
With a meaningful look, I push aside my empty plate and stand up. Trina’s plates are gleaming clean. She ate all her food and some of mine too. Even her champagne glass is completely empty. I love it. And I adore her appetite.
What else can’t she get enough of?
“Come sit with me by the window.” With her chair pushed back, I take her hand and lead her to the loveseat facing the window.
It isn’t much of a view, especially not compared to the one in my office with miles of New York City stretched out under the bright sun. This is only a crash pad, although the view over our private courtyard is nice. I can see the water fountain tinkling and the lush garden with its wild blooms.
But again, this is the Billionaires Club. We can see out, but no one can see in. The windows are specially tinted to ensure our privacy. Even at night when the lights are on. Especially at night.
Trina and I have complete and utter privacy.
She sinks shyly into one corner of the couch and the leather whispers under her delicious bottom. I just want to eat her up, and
that desire must show all over my face because Trina gasps a bit, eyes going wide.
Licking her lips, her pink tongue darts out.
“Are you...are you going to test again to see if I’m a virgin?”
“No, no more tests, sweetheart,” I tell her. “The test is over, and you’re perfect.” I’m gazing into her wide, sparkling eyes as I trail off, and I feel such a strong pull towards her that my body inches closer to her on its own, heat pounding between us. I’m not thinking at all; my eyes never waver from hers as I slowly take her mouth.
Trina’s eyes flutter shut as she moans and instantly throws her arms around my neck. Her huge tits rub against my chest, the nipples tight and hard as pebbles. God damn, she feels good!
Her warm, full body smells amazing. And she’s so incredibly soft, just like I remember. Unexpected feelings swim up to tighten my balls and make my heart beat faster. I want to protect her, but my raging hard-on throbs with a hunger to bury itself inside her wet, virgin hole.
In the sofa, she practically melts against me. Her delicious mouth tastes like chocolate cake and makes my dick throb. My own tongue waters to taste her private vanilla cream.
Her nipples grow even more rigid through her dress, driving into my chest. With a deep groan, I drag her closer, moving her against me, rubbing her nipples with my pecs. She whimpers my name into my mouth.
“Grayson...”
Damn. I love that she calls me that. Grayson. It feels even more intimate than when my family calls me “Gray.” Already this girl is breaking down all my defenses. I have to have her, Billionaires Club be damned. She is just too seductive to resist and I’m horny as hell with her body rubbing against mine right now.
Growling deep in my throat, I pull back from her. “Trina.”
“Yes.” Her eyes are dazed, her lips red and swollen from my kisses. She looks ready to get her virgin pussy pounded hard and thorough.
“I’m going to fuck you.” My breath brushes against her mouth with my words. “I’m going to take that sweet cherry of yours and make you feel really good. Are you ready for that?” I lean in and bite her full lower lip. “The experience of pleasing a man and receiving pleasure in return?”
Trina squirms against the sofa and I smell the heat and wetness of her pussy, tangy and pungent. “Yes! Please, yes!” she pants and squirms some more against me. The dress pulls tight against her breasts and I give up trying to be the good guy. The dress rips between my fists, the material falling to shreds.
“Oh, God!” Her sigh just about tears me apart as her fat tits fall out of the dress and into my waiting hands. “Oh, yes!” She’s so responsive to my every touch. I brush my thumbs over her nipples and she yelps. I pinch them one after the other and her eyes roll back into her head. She’s trembling so much from the nipple play that the rippling mountains of her breasts quake and shudder under the lights.
Oh god, I’m gonna lose it, right here, right now. But I force myself to focus on her. Red now from my pinching fingers, her nipples are too fat and juicy to resist. Groaning like a wild animal, I fall on them like a starving man. Mmm, yes. So delicious, just like I remember. Under my tongue, they’re sweet and hard and hot. I feel her grab the back of my head, her fingers sinking into my thick hair to hold me tight against her boobs.
But I don’t want to go anyplace else. At least not for right now. Panting with lust, I lick her fat, ripe tits. Her thighs fall open and the smell of her pussy is so intoxicating, so potent in the room. It calls to me and I can’t resist. I drag up her skirt and slip my fingers between her thighs to find that perfect wet place. She’s drenched, her pussy dripping over my fingers, the hot hole eagerly taking my two fingers. Her hymen, the delicate barrier of her virginity, stops me from going any further.
“Grayson!” She jerks in my arms and wriggles closer to me. The smell of her hot snatch overwhelms my senses and makes my tongue wet. I want to taste her again. I want to devour her. But not quiet yet.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” I rasp. “We’re not there yet.”
But she can’t get enough of my fingers in her twat and I can’t get enough of her. I stroke the tight hole, her clit, the puffy cunt lips, and keep sucking on her nipples.
“Grayson,” she cries out in pleasure, and gasps my name again, driving me crazy. “Grayson!”
Suddenly, she shudders in my arms. Her pussy gushes over her fingers, and she’s coming and screaming my name loud enough to rattle the window glass. I lick one of her gorgeous nipples one last time.
“That’s my girl,” I croon. “Go with it. Ride the wave, sweetheart, I’m right here with you.”
She looks so hot coming all over my fingers that I can’t wait anymore. I want to make it good, I want to prepare her and pleasure her as much as I can, but the snake in my pants has other ideas. I fumble to get my pants open and grip my monster cock. I sit up and move just a little bit away from her.
She’s panting, sweat glowing on her gorgeous face, her lips damp and red and swollen.
“Open your legs for me, baby,” I urge her. “Open them real wide.”
“Oh Gray.” Her face is soft and flushed from her orgasm and there’s only a trace of worry, but I won’t hurt this gorgeous girl if I can help it. Because this is my first virgin. Even when I lost my virginity, the girl had been eighteen and experienced compared to my fifteen.
“Spread your thighs wide open for me, sweetheart. Wider.”
She lay back in the back couch, her skin glowing against the leather, tits out, the dress ripped and pooling around her waist. The most beautiful girl in the world.
Her pussy, pink and naked and soaked from her orgasm, is seeping fluids for my dick. In this moment, I get the feeling that I’ll always give this gorgeous girl whatever she wants. She doesn’t even have to ask and I’ll bend over backwards to make sure she has anything she desires.
Shit! The feelings rushing up in my chest feel like they’re drowning me, coursing fast and powerful through my limbs. Kneeling on the couch between her thighs, I grip the monster snake. It throbs warm and needy, veiny and ready to plunge deep into Trina’s hot virgin pussy. My shaft is so big that my long fingers can barely meet around it. Sometimes I even think it’s too much to handle, especially now that Trina is going to be the one taking it inside her tight little cunt.
Shit. I don’t want to hurt her.
My meat jerks hard in my hand, hungry to fuck.
Goddamn, I want her so bad that it hurts. But it’s nothing compared to what she’s going to feel with this monster deep in her snatch.
She’s watching me, fully trusting me, her arms hooked under her thighs to hold them open for me. A virgin. But so willing and so ready too, her soft folds swollen and wet in the low light.
A growl of animalistic need rumbles through me. I have to have her. Now. My cock throbs and seeps pre-cum, bucking and eager to bury itself into her hot snatch.
“Hold still, baby. It gets easier, I promise.”
Slowly, I push myself into her opening. But her hymen stops me from going too far.
“Oh...it’s so big.” Her voice is small but still thick with need, her lips open and eyes worried.
“But you can take me, sweetheart, I know you can.” I hold still for a moment, my pre-cum lubing her insides up even more. Trina gasps and her eyes grow round as she feels my hot juices dribble a bit into her cunt.
It feels so, so good. I ease myself in some more and let out a groan of pleasure. Shit! Fuck, her tightness feels so damn good. My balls draw up tight. Instantly my entire body is electric and hard, on the verge of coming. It takes all of me not to ejaculate right then and there.
“Grayson!” she gasps but doesn’t let go of her thighs. Instead, she holds them wider as with a final thrust, I push into her, breaking that sweet hymen. She cries out, her face a mask of pain, but it’s too late. I sink balls deep inside her, and then, before she can properly feel any pain, I start rocking slowly to bring her the pleasure she deserves.
“Y
ou’re gonna be alright, sweetheart,” I croon. “Relax, baby, relax.” But my girl has a stretchy pussy and she’s already lost in the throes of pleasure.
“Oh god, Grayson! That feels so good!”
The couch squeaks under our bodies. Trina throws her head back, her mouth wide open with her gasps of pleasure. She’s tight and hot and wet, and the dirty sounds of her taking my dick so good spins me right out of control.
“Come for me, baby! I need you to come. I want that tight little pussy to explode.”
She’s so small around me, so delicious. So fucking amazing that I know I can’t last much longer. But I need to last. I need her to come. I need her to feel amazing the first time she takes my cock in that wet snatch.
“Grayson! Grayson!” she calls like a prayer. And then it happens. Her orgasm grabs my dick tight, and FUCK! My whole body jerks haphazardly as I ejaculate. Jizz jets out from my cockhead in massive ropes, virile and goopy, spraying her beautiful pink channel with creamy white. She gasps too, crying out my name as her clamping hole pulls my male seed deep inside.
The last thing I see before my eyes clench shut is her. Her pleasure. Her face. Her tits jerking as I fuck her hard and get her to that place that makes her scream my name louder and louder.
My world explodes. We’re gasping together. Panting. Twisting together on the leather sofa as our bodies become one.
When I open my eyes, my world is filled with Trina. Nothing but this gorgeous, brown-eyed girl with my cock in her pussy and my heart falling into her hands. I’ve violated every rule of the Billionaires Club … but Trina is worth it.
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