Claiming His Virgin In the Ring

by Cassandra Dee

  “I thought about you last night while I was jerking off in my bed,” he continued. “But I’m not sure I remember the exact details.” The alpha tilted his head to one side, blue eyes seductive and hungry at once. “Show me that sweet ass, princess. Remind me what you look like.”

  Hell no! This was exactly what was wrong with us. This was all my plans gone by the wayside.

  “No,” I said shortly, crossing my arms and legs in a protective manner. Wishful thinking, like that would help. “Absolutely not.”

  But my body sang another tune. My legs shook, pussy wet enough for my panties to slide along my swollen clit tantalizingly.

  And Jake wasn’t put off at all.

  “Come on, princess,” he cajoled, eyes gleaming. “Are you gonna make me beg?”

  As if he’d ever begged for anything in his life.

  “No,” I snapped, voice short. But there was lust in my words, a needy edge that couldn’t be disguised.

  Because just like he’d touched himself thinking about me, I’d touched myself thinking about him. Last night, my fingers had gone wild playing with my pussy for hours, remembering how he’d made me feel in that bathroom stall. I’d come a couple times, replaying the scene again and again in my head.

  And Jake could read my mind, that wicked gleam going brighter.

  “Show me, baby,” his deep voice growled persuasively. “Show me what I missed.” The alpha shifted against the desk, and my eyes leapt to the bulge in his lap.

  God, his dick was a fucking monster.

  A cheaper suit would’ve popped its seams from the way that giant ridge twisted down his leg.

  I wanted that cock in me. I couldn’t even deny it.

  What use was there to fight?

  And like in a dream, my hand drifted to the hem of my skirt and slowly lifted. Stop, stop! the voice in my head screamed. Girl, stop this right now! This is exactly what you’re not supposed to do!

  But the grin on Jake’s face just grew wider.

  “That’s it, baby. Show me your ass,” he rumbled. “Show Daddy everything.”

  But he wasn’t going to completely run this game. I had to take a stand somehow. So with lust buzzing through my brain, I stood in front of him and lifted my skirt, letting him see my pussy instead of my ass. His eyes flared with heat, and it didn’t matter that I had on boring, full-coverage cotton panties. His hungry gaze told me that didn’t matter at all; all that mattered was that he wanted me. And that I wanted him.

  I swallowed hard. “If I show you, what are you going to give me?”

  What the hell kind of game was I playing? I could never go up against the alpha and win, outmatched on every level. But it was too late because there was no taking the words back. I didn’t even want to.

  Jake’s eyes narrowed at me, the hungry predator stalking its prey.

  “You’ll get this dick, that’s what you’ll get,” he growled roughly. “And you’ll be happy to take it.”

  Oh god. Because that was exactly what I wanted. My pussy was so wet. My asshole tightened at the thought of having him again. Yes, I wanted to clench firm and hard around his big fat cock and ride him all the way to Heaven.

  So I sashayed closer, still holding the hem of my dress high so he could see my panties and the print of my shaved pussy through the thin cloth. My legs trembled with each step, stopping only when I was inches from the billionaire, heavy cunt scent rising in the air, drugging us both.

  And without any hesitation, I pulled the crotch of my panties to the side, showing off my pink slit, before turning around to stick my ass out for him, baiting the big man.

  “Then give it to me,” was my throaty purr, eyes sparkling over one shoulder. “Give it to me.”

  And Jake was on it in an instant. His belt buckle jangled as that zipper tore down, the sound of it behind me insanely loud, juicing me up even further.

  And the alpha couldn’t be stopped. He grabbed my hips and dragged me onto his lap, letting me feel the heat of his cock on my butt hole, the wet slide of his dick slit dripping pre-cum. But the big man didn’t push into me. Hungry to swallow, both my holes tightened and released, flexing on their own. I groaned, frustrated.

  “Jake,” I murmured breathily, vibrating like a hummingbird. Oh god, I was gonna burst.

  But the billionaire knows how to control every situation.

  “What do you want, princess?” His voice was thick with lust and I knew he wanted it as bad as me. But he’s an experienced alpha, with tricks up his sleeve.

  “I want your cock,” I moaned, sliding my hips back and forth, trying to catch his cock in either of my holes, practically crying to be fucked. “Please, yes, now.”

  God was this really me? Because it was so wrong on so many levels. He was my future stepdad. I didn’t know anything about him, not really. Plus, our conversation today had fizzled, the big man revealing nothing.

  But my lust for him was insane and unstoppable. I wanted him all the time. I wanted his cock in me any way I could get it, and not even his pending wedding to my mother was a no-no. What had I become?

  A monster?

  A sex slave?

  A horny slut, desperate for him, all the time?

  But it didn’t matter as Jake’s fingers slid through my cunt juices before spreading the nectar to my anus, making me squeal and squirm deliciously. It didn’t matter at all.

  “I love that you shave your pussy,” he rasped, eyes drawn like magnets to my sweet spots. “It looks so damn hot. Makes me see everything you’ve got, everything I can take with my dick.” He rubbed his giant dong through the folds of my twat, teasing my clit with the bubble head. Massaging. Torturing.

  “Jake!” was my mewling cry. I threw my head back, eyes falling closed, all senses attuned to this man. “Fuck me. Now, please!”

  He grunted harshly then, a masculine sound that ratcheted up my pleasure.

  “Sure thing, princess. Your wish is my command.” Then he pushed his dick into my asshole, sliding the whole thing deep in one stroke.

  Oh my god! I couldn’t speak for a moment, every nerve senseless except for the fiery burn in my butt. Oh god, oh god! I’d just been taken, balls to the wall, with barely any prep.

  And the alpha grunted approvingly behind me, buried deep in my bottom.

  “Fuck little girl. You’re such a butt slut, you know that? Daddy didn’t even have to work it in this time, you took it all in one stroke. What a fucking butt slut.”

  The words were filthy, nasty and raw, but they made me juice so good. Because his thick meat was incomparable, stretching me out, making me scream.

  “Unnh, Jake!” came my breathy wail. “Unnnh!”

  The alpha grunted again approvingly.

  “God, you’re the perfect fuck, Lacey,” he growled to himself. “So fucking perfect for me.”

  He said more but I was too busy losing my mind to hear. I drove my ass back in his lap, savoring the deep slide while moaning uncontrollably. And knowing how I liked it, Jake stroked my clit and bounced me on his cock violently. But it wasn’t enough.

  “More,” I squealed again, head dropping between my shoulders. “Give me more!”

  “God damn, Lacey.” I felt him move behind me and heard something fall off of his desk and hit the floor. Papers fluttered around us. Then Jake spun us around so we switched positions. He pushed me flat onto the smooth and cold surface of his now empty desk.

  “I’ll give you more of this dick, baby. More than you can fucking take,” he rasped. Bracing those powerful arms on either side of my hips, Jake started working me hard. He fucked his long and fat dick into my ass so deep I swore I felt it in my throat. My pussy dripped for more, forming a pool of juices on the floor.

  But I too, was a changed woman. Because shy, nervous Lacey is gone when I’m around this man. Instead, a lusty, confident stranger takes over, and I screamed aloud.

  “Fuck my ass, Jake! Fuck me deep! Make me feel how much you want it.”

  The meaty sounds
of him going at it hard filled the room, balls slapping my pussy, harsh grunts echoing in the chamber. He roared, fierce and loud, as those hips pistoned like a machine.

  “You want this dick, princess?”

  There was only one answer.

  “Yes, Jake! Yes!”

  I braced my palms against the desk and shoved back into each thrust, loving the unfamiliar burn in my arms, the sweat sliding down my back between us. The hard pounding literally pushed me flat on the desk until my cheek touched the hard surface, giving it all up.

  And lo and behold, but that giant dick enlarged even further within my tiny butthole, growing stiffer and beginning to shake.

  “Fuck, princess! I’m coming. Are you ready for this hot load?”

  Oh yeah, I was ready. More than ready. Absolutely 100% primed. His name escaped my lips as the rhythm grew frenzied.

  “Jake,” was my mewling cry. “Come in my ass. Shoot everything inside me, big boy. Now!”

  And the billionaire obeyed, roaring as he exploded, spurting hot cream in my back hole. The explosive release triggered mine and I shuddered hard, caught in my own ecstasy, anus clenching and spasming as my body dissolved in tremors.

  “Jake!” was my wailing cry. “Jake, Jake!”

  Oh god, it was sensational! I screamed again and again, going hoarse. My boobs quivered, pressed flat against the desk even as my anus milked him violently. I might have passed out. I’m not sure. Anything could have happened in those few moments because when I came to, my vision was blurred, head hazy, bottom deliciously hot.

  Jake had already pulled out and was cleaning himself off with some tissues he’d grabbed. At least he wasn’t using my panties this time. I took a deep breath, trying to get my bearings. Yeah, still here. Butt leaking wetly, spreadeagle on the huge marble desk face down.

  A groan escaped my lips, stars dancing before my eyes. But Jake looked up sharply then.

  “You okay sweetheart?” he said, coming over to stand behind me. “You okay?”

  And before I knew it, he’d touched my asshole, lighting tapping the stretched out rim, testing for soreness.

  “Stop!” I gasped, jumping to my feet then. But it was hopeless. The orgasm had left me weak and I wobbled like a baby deer, helpless and disoriented.

  “No worries, sweetheart,” he grunted, lifting me up in his arms. “I’ll take care of you.”

  And with long strides, the CEO carried me to an attached bathroom, lavish with white marble tile and gold fixtures. Holy cow, this was nicer than any bathroom I’d ever seen. It was like being in the White House or Buckingham Palace.

  But Jake didn’t notice the surroundings because placing me on the ground, he grabbed a washcloth and wet it with warm water before pulling my legs apart.

  “No!” I gasped. “No, stop!”

  But when has the billionaire ever stopped when I asked? Because with gentle, tender strokes, he cleaned between my legs, making sure that I wasn’t too raw or chafed.

  “There,” the alpha rumbled, eyes never leaving my sweet spots. “You’re gonna be fine, pretty girl.”

  And I gave in then. Because I was confused and utterly disoriented. I’d just done what I’d pledged not to. I’d given in, and slept with my future stepdad again, our interaction taboo and off-limits.

  But in a way, it was wildly exciting and even romantic too. Because there was something about this man, a deep, dark secret lying just below the surface. I didn’t know what it was, but there was something there, mysterious and alluring.

  After all, Jake was charming, all of it wrapped up in a devastatingly handsome package, topped off with a healthy dose of charisma and cockiness. And who was I kidding? Resistance was futile. He was everything I ever wanted, even if I wasn’t supposed to want him.

  A surge of emotion welled in my chest then, a lump in my throat. Because there was something tender about this, but I tamped it down. It wasn’t right. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to have any feelings for this man, period. Jake was my mom’s fiancé for crying out loud, and the wedding would be in a few weeks no less. How could I keep going?

  But emotions are funny because they don’t always do what you tell them to. No matter what I wanted, there was something in the air between us, hot and fierce … and it couldn’t be stopped.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Jake

  Aw, shit. This bridal shower sucked. It was one of those modern affairs, where both sexes were invited. But I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to be eating cake and drinking champagne as my fiancée unwrapped gift after gift after gift.

  But it couldn’t be helped. Amanda had set it all up, and I was only here for the ride.

  “Oh my God!” she squealed excitedly. “This is for me?! You shouldn’t have!”

  Her friend Erica stood nearby with a catty smile on her face. Because the iPad looked white and shiny, but it was probably broken. Yeah, Erica was handing off a fake gift, something that would go straight into the trash.

  But that’s how Amanda and her pals roll. They pretend to be all friendly, but it was just for show. And unfortunately, the massive living room was filled to the brim with women like this. Just my luck.

  Everybody at the shower cooed and preened, making like they were having fun. They hovered around the bride-to-be, pelting her with useless gifts and compliments as if this wasn’t my fiancée’s fourth time down the aisle. Sure, there were whispers behind closed doors, eyes darting back and forth, but no one said anything aloud.

  At least not in front of me.

  Fuck my life.

  How the hell has this happened?

  Because this was such a waste. I didn’t grow up with much. My parents were middle-class office drones that hadn’t known anything else but dull cubicles, slaving away for years until an early heart attack took my dad. A drunk driver took my mom not long after.

  Point is, not growing up with money, I didn’t spend the shit like water. I knew where it came from and I knew the cojones it took to make a deal. So watching Amanda spend mine like it was an endless resource really got under my skin.

  Another useless function where she got to tell everybody how this was finally THE one and she was happy to start her new life with a new guy. Yeah, right. Nothing but a line.

  I shoved my hands into my pockets and made my way through the throng of guests, a multi-gender affair with men and women. It was the modern thing to do now but Amanda probably did it just to double the amount of gifts she got. So fucking unnecessary.

  If it was up to me, we’d roll up to the courthouse thing then go off to drink champagne and fuck at the Ritz. Actually scratch that. I wasn’t gonna touch her. I’d whisk her daughter off to the courthouse for a quickie ceremony, not her.

  Damn.

  This was so fucked up.

  I’m such a hypocrite. What was it that Lacey had said? Her words rang in my mind again, unbidden.

  This isn’t how it’s supposed to happen.

  You’re making a big mistake, Mr. Mason.

  Let’s talk, Jake. When you’re ready, let’s talk.

  Shit. My stepdaughter was the only real person at this shindig, the only person who truly cared about me. All anyone else saw was Mr. Moneybags, a handsome hero with a fat wallet and sly smile.

  Fuck this goddamn party.

  I stood in a loose circle, talking with other men about nothing. Like their wives, they were mostly trust-fund babies who’d never worked a day in their lives.

  Sipping whiskey, the burn took away some of the boredom. Because all I wanted to do was go chill at home, drink some fine wine and relax. Although it was a weekend, I had a meeting in Connecticut the next morning and needed to leave the city early as fuck.

  So trying not to let on, I looked around.

  “Those stocks are worth a mint now,” one of the husbands was saying like he knew.

  “Nice,” another one chirped. “I’d love to get in on that.”

  “Me too,” I rumbled, although honest
ly, it didn’t matter. These bastards were talking about chump change. The shit I invested in was big. Just last week, I made a couple of million in my sleep. But there was no need to let on about my true feelings. Because those involved Amanda’s hot daughter and how Lacey had somehow slipped into my life.

  FML. Speaking of which...

  The brunette was here, but acting weird. All she’d done was stand in the corner and play on her phone, ignoring everyone else, even her Aunt Jillian. As I watched, Jill approached her niece again, arm outstretched.

  But Lacey wouldn’t look up, refusing to budge, eyes fixed on the screen. What the hell? I know my girl, and she’s not the type to be rude. Nor is she the type to make waves, and unfortunately, her caveman behavior was definitely causing people to stare.

  So I strolled over. No biggie. I was the father figure going over to lay down the law. No one would think it was strange.

  But when I got close, the brunette stiffened awkwardly, her body held at a weird angle away from mine.

  “You need to relax,” I said, aiming for the super-casual look with my hands in the pockets of my slacks. “You’re not acting like yourself. People are noticing.”

  She looked up from her phone, eyes wide.

  “You think? I’m not you, Jake,” she said, voice trembling. “I can’t act like everything’s fine when it’s not.”

  And I could tell the brunette was genuinely disturbed. Her face was pale, nerves clearly stretched thin. It’d been a long week for us both.

  Because yeah, since she visited me at the office, I’ve had seven long days of endlessly replaying the way she took my dong and screamed for more. Nights of wishing I could take her pussy the way I wanted and how good she would feel creaming while screaming my name.

  But this wasn’t the time or place to hash things out.

  “Just relax,” I said in a low voice. “Relax honey, it’s gonna be okay.”

  But Lacey couldn’t be calmed.

  “How? Why?” she said in a low, strained voice, chin trembling now. “I’m barely holding on as is.”

  My heart flooded with feeling. Shit, I’d done this to the sweet thing. I was the cause of her stress, the circles under her big brown eyes, the sheen of tears as she gazed at me now. I’d done this.