by Hannah Ford
My nails dug deeper into his skin, like if I held onto him longer he would know how badly I wanted this, how badly I wanted him.
“You’ve never?” he asked.
I shook my head. He was still close to me, and I felt his cock jump against my leg, twitch and harden, as if the thought of me being a virgin made him even more turned on.
I pulled back and looked at him, making sure to keep hold of his shoulders.
But his blue eyes darkened into twisting storms, and I felt him start to pull away from me just the slightest bit.
“Please,” I whispered, holding onto him for what felt like dear life. “Please, I want it.” Then, remembering how he liked when I said dirty words, I continued. “I want your cock in my pussy. I want you to break me in.”
His eyes lit with desire, with passion. I could tell he wanted me, but some part of him was holding himself back.
“I want this,” I said. “I want you to be the first one to be inside of me.”
His strong jaw clenched and his body stayed rigid. “You understand that it won’t lead to anything.”
“Like what?”
“Like a relationship. Love. Commitment. None of that is possible with me, Aven. It’s important you understand that.”
I nodded.
“I’m incapable of loving you,” he said, stronger now, his words stinging like freezing rain hitting my skin. “I need you to know that.”
“Okay.”
“Aven.”
“I understand.” I wanted to ask him why, exactly, he was incapable of this, and if he was just incapable of loving me, or if he was incapable of loving in general. I remembered the pictures I’d seen of him online, the pictures I’d been looking for when I’d googled Conner. There was never any overlap with the women. Each one only appeared once before disappearing as if they’d been called in and then yanked back to wherever they’d come from.
Thinking about Landon with another woman sent a jolt of jealousy and longing through my body, and I closed my eyes tight and willed the feeling away.
Don’t get attached.
This was sex, nothing else.
Ideally, my first time would have been with someone I loved, someone who would whisper sweet nothings into my ear.
But second place was a sexy billionaire who wanted to do all kinds of filthy things to me.
“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else,” he whispered. “I’m going to teach you just how to fuck.”
He probed my folds and then slid his middle finger inside of me. I felt the walls of my pussy stretch around him – so tight -- and I couldn’t even imagine taking a cock inside of me. I whimpered a tiny bit and he silenced me with a soft kiss, sucking my bottom lip gently as he got me used to his finger.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he breathed when he broke the kiss. “How many fingers have you had inside of you, angel?”
I shook my head.
“None?” He looked at me in shock. “You’ve never had anything inside your pussy?”
“No, sir.”
“Not even your own?”
“No.” I shook my head.
“A vibrator.”
Another head shake. I could tell my cheeks were warm.
“You’re so pure,” he said, and I saw that same look take over his face briefly, the one he’d had before, like he wanted to protect me from something. From him?For a moment, I was afraid he was going to call this whole thing off, but then lust and desire won out, the need to own me, to control me, overwhelming whatever guilt he might feel at defiling me.
“My sexy little virgin,” he growled, and then his mouth sealed against mine and he was kissing me. He left his finger buried in my pussy, moving it slowly, pulling it out just a centimeter before going back in, and I could feel how wet I was getting. His tongue pushed into my mouth as his other hand held the back of my neck, controlling the kiss, my body, everything.
“I’m going to get that tight little virgin cunt so ready before I fuck it,” he said. “Jesus, you feel good.”
I moaned as he took his hand from the back of my neck and took my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine.
“Have you ever had a cock in your hand?”
I shook my head.
He took my hand and placed it on his crotch, right on the bulge in his shorts. It was so big I gasped.
“I can’t take that,” I said, and I felt his cock pulse with my protests.
“Pull my shorts down,” he growled. “Take my cock out.”
My stomach clenched with anticipation and desire. “Yes, sir,” I whispered, knowing he would like it. I pulled at his waistband until his cock sprung free, and he took my hand back in his and guided it to his hard dick.
“That’s it,” he said. “Now wrap your hand around it, angel.”
Hot lava slid around my belly at the feel of him in my hand. He was like the hardest steel covered in the softest velvet. His finger was still buried in my pussy, and he curled it up, running it along the inside wall of my vagina as my hand tightened around his cock.
I gasped at the sensation, halfway between pleasure and pain, hot sun and cold ice.
“You’re okay, angel.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You know your safe word, Aven?”
“Champagne.”
“Look at me.”
I looked at him, and our eyes met. My hand was still wrapped around his cock, his finger still up inside of my pussy, and it was the sexiest, hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
“You need to use your safe word if you need to, do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” He looked down in the water. At some point the fountain that had been on earlier had stopped. It must have been on a timer. Now the water was still, the most clear aquamarine water I’d ever seen in real life. I knew it had to have been some kind of rich people trick, the kind of trick that made it seem as if the water was like an ocean.
He kept his finger buried in my pussy then used his other hand to wrap around mine and begin moving me up and down on him, showing me how to jerk him off, what pressure to use, how fast and how far to stroke.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and his finger began pulling out of me further, then pushing back in further too, curling up inside of me. It was his middle finger that was inside of me, and now his index finger teased my opening, rubbing over my clit.
“Landon,” I groaned, my fist clenching around him.
He moaned. “Yes, angel, jerk my cock just like that. Soon I’m going to fuck your pussy like that, angel. Soon your tight little cunt is going to grab my dick just like that.”
The thought of him inside of my pussy made me groan again, and sent a flutter of anxiety moving through my belly.
“I’m going to come,” I said.
“We’re going to come at the same time, do you understand?” He moved closer to me, his pecs against my bare chest, his skin warm against mine. “I’m going to kiss you when you come,” he said, trailing a finger over my slightly parted lips. “Do you want that? My tongue in your mouth, my fingers in your pussy while my cock comes all over your hand?”
“Yes, sir.”
I was desperate for it, and I stroked him harder as we fell into a rhythm, both of us stroking each other, our gazes locked in passion and desire.
After a moment, it became obvious that he was controlling everything about this encounter, that he was controlling everything about when I was going to come.
I moaned and tried to wiggle on his fingers, but he wouldn’t have it. He stroked me slowly, bringing me right to the edge of ecstasy, then pulled back before guiding me back to the brink.
“I can’t last much longer with you jerking me off like that. I’m going to explode all over your hand.”
The thought of hot come on my hand made my breathing deepen, my nipples sticking out of the top of the water like two points.
He held the back of my head and pulled me toward him, and I remembered his words about
how he was going to kiss me while he made me come, and the anticipation made me light-headed.
“Are you ready?” he growled.
I’d barely gotten out the word “yes” when his lips crashed against mine, at the same time his index finger pushed into my pussy, breaching and stretching my tight opening, nestling in there against the finger that was already in there.
I moaned into his kiss as I began to come, feeling his tongue probing my mouth, his scruff moving across the sensitive skin of my skin.
My hand had tightened around the base of his shaft, and I felt him start to come, his cock growing harder and pulsing cum onto my hand, shot after shot of a creamy substance that I could tell from the pool water. It was hotter, thicker, and feeling it on my hand, feeling it coming out of Landon’s cock and knowing that I was the one who had done that to him, made it even hotter.
My orgasm crashed over me like ocean waves against a bluff, reaching a crescendo as the last splash of his cum hit my skin.
When we’d finally both stilled, he pulled his fingers out of me slowly, and I was surprised to find that my legs had tangled around his waist, and my free hand was digging into his huge bicep, my nails leaving more marks on his otherwise flawless skin.
I went to unwrap my legs from around his waist, but he kept me there, moving his hands to the outside of my thighs.
“No,” he said softly, reaching up and pushing a strand of hair back from my face. “Stay close.”
I swallowed. I felt a rush of something for him, a real emotion, something akin to – I didn’t want to say love, no wouldn’t say love – but longing, affection, just…I bit my lip and tried to calm my heart, telling myself again not to get attached.
“Are you sure you’ve never done that before, Mr. Courtland?” he asked, kissing my forehead.
“I’m sure.”
“’Cause you’re damn good at it.”
“I’m sure you say that to all the girls.” I tried to sound flippant, but it was a reminder of how many women he’d probably been with, and I flushed and looked away.
“No,” he said softly. “I don’t. And there’s not that many women.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, right.”
“Is that what you think, Aven? That I’ve slept with half of Manhattan?”
“Haven’t you?”
There was a knock on the door to the suite then, a hard knock that reverberated through the suite, all the way out onto the patio.
Landon frowned.
“Stay here,” he commanded. He readjusted his swim trunks and moved toward the stairs of the pool. I watched him move through the water, strong and in control, the muscles of his back broad and defined.
I suddenly became quite aware of my nakedness, and I grabbed the top of my bikini from where it was floating in the water, pulled it back on and then readjusted my bottoms.
And then it hit me.
I’d been in the water.
I’d been in the water, and I’d been okay.
Yes, I’d had a panic attack, but it had passed. I was okay.
That hadn’t happened since my parents died.
And it was all because of Landon Sheer.
Before I could have time to process this information, the sound of yelling came trailing out to the pool from inside the suite.
A woman’s voice, raised and demanding.
Landon’s voice, calm and warning.
I rushed out of the pool, grabbing my robe and cinching it around my waist as I walked into the suite.
Landon was standing in front of the open elevator door. A woman stood in the elevator. She was in her twenties, pretty, with chestnut brown hair and a heart-shaped face. She wore jeans and a brown leather jacket, a messenger bag slung over her shoulder.
“So you have no comment,” the woman demanded, as Landon pushed the button that would close the elevator and send it back down to the lobby. “No comment on the stalking case you settled with Paisley Daniels?”
“Not only do I have no comment,” Landon growled, “but you’re going to be arrested for trespassing in about two seconds if you don’t leave my hotel immediately.” He pressed another button, this one on a keypad that was mounted to the wall, a button that I assumed would summon security.
“Did you pay Paisley to keep her mouth shut?” the woman asked. She opened her mouth to say something else, but then her eyes fell on me, and they widened. “Do you know he’s a convicted stalker?” she asked. “Are you in trouble? What’s your name? Do you need – ”
But at that moment, the elevator doors finally began to close, and Landon stepped in front of them, blocking the woman’s path into the suite, and keeping me from hearing whatever she’d been about to say next.
The phone mounted to the wall next to the keypad rang. “What the fuck was that?” Landon growled into the receiver. “Don’t let it happen again. And find out who she is.”
He slammed the phone back down, then turned to look at me.
The warm water of the pool had left me shivering, and the way Landon was looking at me, along what I’d just heard, made my blood run cold. “What was she talking about?” I asked softly.
“I told you to stay in the pool.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t. What was she talking about?”
He stared walking down the hallway, toward the bedroom, and I followed him. “Landon?” I asked. “What was she talking about, you being convicted of stalking?”
He was in the closet now, rummaging around, and I stood just inside the bedroom, waiting “Landon!”
He reappeared. He looked crazed, his breathing shallow, his eyes hooded and dark. The muscles of his upper body rippled as he walked, a living, breathing exercise in perfection.
“Fine.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “If you’re not going to tell me, then I’m leaving.”
I turned to leave the bedroom, but he was behind me, quick like a fox, his hand reaching out and shutting the bedroom door before I could slip through it. I turned around and he pushed me up against it.
“You’re not leaving.”
“Then tell me what the hell that woman was talking about.”
He looked at me, and the torture on his face was so raw, so visceral, so intense, that I almost felt as if the emotions were mine. Whatever that woman had been talking about had stirred something inside of him, something dark and tortured. My chest squeezed. I reached out and placed my palm over his heart, feeling it beat, the way he’d done to me in the pool, hoping I could settle him the way he’d settled me.
“Remember out there in the pool, angel?” he said, as if he’d been reading my mind. “What I did to make you forget?”
I nodded, remembering. “I remember.”
“You’re going to do the same thing for me.”
“How?” I whispered, almost afraid to hear the answer.
“I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to break in that tight little cunt, and I’m sorry, baby, but I’m not going to be gentle.”
“Landon – ”
“Get on the bed, Aven.”
He turned away from me.
And that’s when I saw the belt in his hand…
The End of Part Two
Look For Part Three, Coming Soon!
Want To Be Notified As Soon As It’s Out?
Click Here To Sign Up For Hannah’s Newsletter, And Get An Email As Soon As Hannah Has A New Release!
Or text HANNAHFORD to 31996 and get a text whenever a new book is released! *
*Hannah Ford Mobile Alerts. 4 msg/month. Msg & Data Rates May Apply. Unsubscribe by texting STOP to 31996. T&C/Privacy Policy http://bit.ly/2qbeCPe
ms-filter: grayscale(100%); filter: grayscale(100%); " class="sharethis-inline-share-buttons">share
