“That’s it, sweetheart,” he says when I’m standing right in front of him. “You want to know the reason I called you back?” His eyes are hungry on me and the contour of his dick looks massive through the tight slacks.
How would it feel in my snatch?
What would it taste like? What if he ejaculated in me, drenching my pussy with his hot, virile cum?
I lick my lips, then jerk my head up and down. “Um, ah...” My tongue is too thick with nervousness and lust for me to say a clear word.
“Because of the exclusive clientele you’ll be serving, I’ll need to do a virginity exam.” He walks around me and from behind, he leans in and inhales my scent. Whatever he smelled, he must like it because a deep and delicious rumble comes from his throat. “Virgins get top dollar at the auction. You want to get top dollar for your purity, don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I stammer. “Yes, sir.”
Tingles of pure desire radiate from my core, scorching me with desire for Grayson Knight. More juices trail down my thighs. If any more drip out, I’ll end up leaving a slippery mess all over the floor, which would be the most humiliating thing ever.
My tongue is still too heavy to say anything meaningful, so I just lean over to brace my hands on the edge of his desk. I spread my legs and look over my shoulder at him. “Is this how you want it sir? Like this?”
Oh god, how did I get so slutty? I’ve never even so much as made out with a man before yesterday, and now I’m wordlessly turning into a hungry whore? But a guttural sound rumbles up from deep inside his chest at my actions. A hand drifts up my thigh, lifting the short dress out of the way.
“Shit...you’re so wet.” His fingers slide through the juices on my upper thighs, then higher. He cups my swollen cunt. “How did I get so lucky with a girl like you?” His breath brushes my ass and this is the only warning I get before feel his hot mouth on my pussy from behind.
“Oh!” I gasp and nearly collapse from the sudden and intense feeling of pleasure, but he catches me easily and pushes me over the desk on my stomach.
“Delicious, baby.” His voice vibrates against my pussy, making my knees weak all over again. He makes a sound like he’s eating the best cream in all of New York. “You taste so good, so pure.”
The hot and wet sounds of him lapping and licking my twat fills up the office, and echoes all around us while I stare with wide eyes at the velvety wallpaper, unable to do anything but enjoy the amazing tongue bath. His mouth feels so fucking good, it’s unbelievable. Pleasure buzzes through my thighs and I push my ass back and spread myself wider for him, wanting as much of him as I can get.
“Mmm.” He licks me slow and easy, his firm tongue sliding between my pussy lips and into my sensitive hole. I cry out again, hands gripping uselessly at the smooth mahogany.
“Oh!” is my delighted cry, eyes closing with pleasure. “Oh yes!”
“That’s it,” he groans long and deep, letting his tongue drag along my delicate film inside. “There it is. So beautiful. Your virginity.”
But he’s not just happy to lick and play with my pussy hole. He—
“Mr. Knight!” I scream his name in shock and ecstasy. He’s sucking my clit into his mouth and groaning into me. The wild vibrations from his moans shudder through my body. The pleasure comes so fast and so intensely it makes my head spin. I feel like I’m going to pass out and my heart is going to beat so fast it’ll stop.
“Unh!” I squeal. “Oh unh!”
I can’t control the sounds I’m making, the moans and screams that echo through the room, but I don’t care. I can’t think, I can only feel the delicious tongue rolling around my clit and the waves of pleasure coursing through my whole body. I’m so close to the edge of this bright and amazing thing...
He suddenly stops, and I scream in protest. “Don’t stop! Please!”
But Mr. Knight ignores me and pulls back from my pussy, his fingers lightly stroking my twat and rubbing so sweetly at my folds. “Turn over, baby,” he commands.
Shaking from frustrated desire, I rush to obey him, knocking papers off the desk. Indecent and wickedly turned on, I sprawl out in front of him like a full course meal. Mouth. Boobs. Sweetly creaming cunt. Asshole. All for him. My thighs spread out so far that my hips hurt, but I don’t care. I want him. I want him to do anything he wants to my willing body.
I squirm on top of the desk and my sensitive nipples rub hard against the dress, as my snatch gushes for him. Mindless with need, I fumble my hand between my thighs and squeeze my clit. “Please, Mr. Knight! I need you, please....”
“That’s for me, baby girl,” he growls and pushes my hand away, before giving me what I’m begging for. His firm and masculine hands on my clit. Stroking. Pleasuring. Stirring up the gushing honey between my slick thighs.
His signet ring with the black stone flashes in the light. My juices drip all over it and for some reason, that turns me on even more because it’s like he’s filled me with warm, gooey honey. I feel light enough to float away, yet anchored here to the desk with his fingers in my twat. But that’s not enough – I ache to be full of his massive, throbbing cock. Lightning spikes through the rainbows, electrifying me. My slit clenches hard as shivers race through me. Tears spurt from the corners of my eyes.
“Oh, God!” I scream as the pleasure overwhelms me, my body shattering into a million pieces. “Mr. Knight!”
A splash of heat lands on my twat. My eyes fly open. Mr. Knight’s giant cock, bare and huge and gorgeous, jets another load of jizz on my bare pussy. And again, and again. Oh! This is the most sensuous thing I’ve ever done. A man is ejaculating on my bare pussy, covering the hot pinkness with his virile seed. My eyes flutter shut on their own, before I force myself to open them again, wanting to watch it all happen. I wriggle my ass against the desk and widen my thighs to catch more of the thick white goop.
We both watch, mesmerized, as his hot cum slides over my bare cunt and into my tight and hungry hole. My pussy flexes and eagerly swallows the pale rivulets.
“Next time,” he says, voice husky and thick, as he shakes off more spunk from his monster dick to splatter between my spread thighs and over my swollen pussy lips, “I’ll push my cum so deep inside, you’ll be leaking me for days.”
“Oh, Mr. Knight.” I shiver with delicious anticipation and groan as his hot seed steadily drips down my tingling twat. “I can’t wait. Yes, please sir.”
And that’s the story of my second day in the Billionaires Club. Because somehow, I went from innocent girl desperate for a job to a sensuous, sexual woman desperate for more … at the hands of this dominating alpha male.
Chapter 6
Grayson
The whiskey burns on my tongue and down my throat. Just the way I need it to. It’s been a long day and I’m just now getting back to my room. Not only do I have my work as CEO of Knight Investments but also in my role of Procurer for the Billionaires Club.
After finishing up at Knight, I shifted gears to do the job the Club has entrusted me with. But I could barely focus. Every thought was about Trina. When I was going to see her next. The memory of her sweet cunt on my tongue. The nice-naughty way she looked over her shoulder and practically dared me to do my nastiest to her virgin pussy. The delicious way she moaned my name as my thick white seed dribbled down her round stomach and into her tight, virgin pussy.
She has the sweetest snatch I’ve ever tasted. I want more. I want it all.
The tumbler of whiskey bangs against the table as I set it down. My hands are shaking and I can barely keep myself in check. I wish it was just her body too hot to ignore, but already I can feel it’s more than that.
It’s Trina that I want. Her sweet smile. The unexpected ways she challenges me. The warm affection bubbling inside of me when I see her. Her innocent demeanor and charm. Why else would I risk everything for a taste of a girl I know is off limits?
The other guys are going to demand my balls for this. I’m supposed to be scouting girls for the u
pcoming auction, but instead I’m helping myself to the goods. This is definitely not how procurement is done. You’re supposed check off items on a printed list, and that does not include checking her pussy for tightness with your fucking tongue.
And you definitely, definitely shouldn’t be plotting the most painless and ultimately pleasurable way to claim her innocence. This time, with my shaft and not my fingers or tongue.
Fuck, I’m losing it.
Although I couldn’t focus on much else besides Trina, at least I managed to fake it. Girl after girl came into my office and I looked them over like I was supposed to, taking notes like a good little worker. But I didn’t give a damn about them.
On a cerebral level, I knew they were all incredibly hot and attractive. As usual, Karen did a good job. Unlike the last employee they had in her position, she didn’t let any “unqualifieds” through the gate. When the girls came up in front of me, I just checked off “Accepted” or “Denied” on their applications. We had five girls make it to the end of the process today. Along with the girls from yesterday, this new group is a bumper crop going up for auction in a week’s time.
Trina should be with them, but instead I have her application on hold. I know I shouldn’t, but I’m not ready to let her go through the process. Not when I just can’t get enough of her. After that taste of her snatch, the trust in her wide Bambi-like eyes, I can’t stop thinking about the sweet woman. Yes, I want to own her body, but I want to know her too.
Which is why I’ve arranged to have dinner with Trina in my suite tonight. That’s the reason why I’m standing here sucking down expensive whiskey like water, waiting for Trina to arrivve like I’m some high school kid on prom night.
Christ. I wasn’t even this nervous on my actual prom night.
Because maybe this is a bad idea. I could see it in my secretary Celeste’s eyes when I asked her to make the dinner arrangements. Of course, she didn’t actually voice any opposition, but I could see it in her eyes.
“Of course, Mr. Knight. Whatever you want.”
But now...shit. What if is Celeste right? What if this is a hugely bad idea? In fact, I know it’s a hugely bad idea. The problem is that I can’t get enough of Trina and don’t want to stop. Fuck. This isn’t time to doubt myself and my actions. This is about Trina, who’s going to be here any minute. I need to get myself under control by then.
Another drink. That’s what I need.
After making myself a double and drinking half of it in one go, I step away from the well-stocked bar. No point in emptying it before the evening gets started.
My shaking fingers rake through my thick black hair. In the mirror, I look more assured than I feel. Dark gray suit custom fitted over my large frame. The onyx and platinum signet ring, passed down from my grandfather to me, biting into my pinky finger as I squeeze the whiskey glass tight.
Knock, knock.
It was the sound of someone at the door. Hell, “someone,” my ass. Of course, it’s Trina. She’s right on time.
Another quick sip of the whiskey then I open the door.
Man, oh man. My knees actually go weak at the sight of her.
Tonight she’s wearing a pretty burgundy dress instead of the gold one from the last time I saw her. Knee-length and fitted tight on her luscious curves, the dress is a knockout. But it’s nothing compared to Trina herself. Thick brown hair straightened out of usual cute curls and shining all the way down to the middle of her back. Her lips wear a shy, red smile just for me. Her eyes eat me up, telling me without words that she loves the way I look.
My dick gets iron hard at the sight of her and I can only growl a few words to invite her inside.
“Thank you, Mr. Knight,” she says shyly and walks past me and into the suite.
Mmm. Her perfume. It’s something floral and feminine, but I smell the hot spice of her skin and her cunt underneath. My dick jumps in my slacks and I hide my groan of response with a quick cough. “Please, call me Grayson. Or Gray.”
I want her to scream my name later while I’m drilling deep, so she needs to get used to it now.
With another shy look over her shoulder, Trina smiles at me. “Okay, Grayson.”
Hearing my name on her lips makes me shudder. Fuck. Maybe this is a mistake. It’s all I can do not to grab her, push her luscious ass up against the wall, and take her fast and deep. My stiffness is certainly up for the challenge.
But I’m no animal to fuck a virgin like this without any prep. She didn’t even eat any dinner yet for Christ’s sake.
I clear my throat. “Have a seat, sweetheart. Make yourself at home.”
With fingers that are absolutely NOT shaking, I point her to the romantic little set-up in the middle of the suite. The small square table is already arranged for two with a white candle burning in the middle of the floral centerpiece. The flame flickers over the gold-edged porcelain plates, with an empty champagne bucket off to the side.
Just as Trina settles her juicy bottom in the chair, a quick double knock sounds at the door. It’s room service. Perfect. The Billionaires Club is like a high-end hotel with everything on site. Dry cleaning, a gym, and five pools are available 24/7, at your service.
So the two guys from Hospitality in their black and white uniforms quickly do their thing. They set the food down on the table between the two place settings and leave champagne chilling in the bucket near my chair. After they’re done, I quickly slide each guy a fifty and show them the door.
“This looks so good,” Trina says, a little breathless as she takes everything in. The food does look good. Ricotta crepes drizzled in honey. Butter drenched lobster on a bed of angel hair pasta garnished with fresh red cabbage. A pair of tiny chocolate cakes with creamy vanilla filling seeping down the edges.
I know exactly what the meal is because I chose it all myself this afternoon when I visited the kitchen to see our options.
“I want to eat everything,” Trina breathes softly.
“Good.” But when I look up from arranging the napkin across my lap, Trina is looking at me, not the food.
She looks like she’s absolutely starving.
“Well, eat up, baby,” I tell her with a slow grin. “This is all for you.”
Her pretty face goes all red and she drops her eyes back to the food. Then it’s like she’s seeing the actual food for the first time and her red mouth drops open in amazement. “Thank you!”
She reaches out with her fingers and delicately takes one of the crepes already rolled up like rose-scented stogies. Trina sniffs and opens up her lush red lips to slip it inside.
“Yum,” she moans around the ricotta and honey crepe, smearing her lips with sweet stickiness.
God damn. Desire kicks in my stomach and my mouth goes desert dry.
Safely hidden under the table, my cock gets rock hard, smearing my pants with pre-cum.
Damn. Why did I choose tonight of all nights to go commando? Ah, well. That’s what the dry cleaners are for.
“Glad you like the crepes. It’s a special recipe from France,” I tell her. “The chef brought it back special to try on the clientele.”
“Mmm.” Trina finishes chewing and licks her lips. She smiles with childlike happiness, like I’m giving her the one thing she most wanted in the world. “You can tell him it’s a home run. This is so good!” She reaches for another crepe and immediately takes a large bite, creamy whiteness smudging the corner of her mouth. I watch, entranced, as her tongue traces her lips to wipe it away.
Shit. Could she get any sexier? I love a woman with an appetite. If she’s so greedy when it comes to food, then I can’t wait to get her into bed and give her a taste of my cock. Sensitive to the direction of my thoughts, it drools and twitches in my pants.
Yeah, I bet she’d love it too. But there’s time enough for that later.
“What else do you like to eat?” I get a crepe of my own and devour it while hungrily watching her lips close around another one.
“Um...” S
he carefully swallows before responding. “I love anything Nana makes—I mean, my grandmother.” A blush stains her cute, round cheeks. “Although we don’t have much, she loves to spoil me and my brother Mickey with sweet breakfasts. Her pancakes with berries and cream are the best I’ve ever had.”
“In my experience, grandmothers can make anything taste good,” I say, remembering my own departed Gran. “Is that who you live with? Your grandmother and brother?”
Panic shoots across her face for a second. “Um...”
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” I give her the out she’s obviously looking for. There’s a story there, though. I can feel it.
Straight white teeth bite into her lower lip. “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you. It’s...it’s just...I dunno.” She stops with her fingers around a fourth crepe, then shrugs. “Yes, I live with my little brother Mickey and my grandmother Nana.”
With hesitation in her sweet voice, she tells me everything about her grandmother, her brother, and the parents who left them to struggle in the little apartment in the Bronx. Each word she speaks is casual, almost matter-of-fact, until she gets to the part about wanting to treat her grandmother to a good life because she rescued Trina and her brother from a life in foster care.
“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.”
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