She places the book on the table and fluffs up her red hair as I walk over with my heated eyes on her.
“I thought you had a meeting,” she says.
“I did.”
“What happened?” she asks, grinning at me. She knows what happened. It’s the same thing that always happens.
“I blew it off.”
Her smile still takes my breath away. “And why would you do that?”
I kneel in front of her and slide a hand up her smooth leg, my dick hardening as it travels under her dress to the sweet honey underneath.
“I couldn’t stop thinking of you. I kept thinking of you here all alone with the kids at school and the thought of existing a second longer without my hard cock in your warm, dripping wet pussy was just too much to bear.”
She smiles as she parts her legs for me. “Oh, really?”
“Really,” I say, moaning as I slide my hands over her mound. Her underwear is already damp, her pussy soaking for me. She gets wet whenever she sees me coming. It’s like Pavlov’s dogs, the x-rated version.
Bree closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as I peel her underwear to the side and drag two fingers over her wet folds. “Mmmmm,” she moans as her lips curl up in a smile. “I’m glad you blew your meeting off.”
“I would blow a meeting with the president off for you,” I say as I roll my fingertip over her clit, rubbing it just the way she likes.
Her sexy lips part as I rub a little harder and the beauty of her face crushes me.
She’s still as gorgeous as the day we met. Still as stunning as the day I saw her walk down the aisle in her spectacular white dress.
It was the best day of my life. Another chain to bind her to me. This time a legal one.
Her father was against it but he soon came around when he saw how well I treated her. It helped that he fell in love with the nurse that I sent over for him.
After his arms healed, he sold the restaurant and the two of them moved to Costa Rica where they opened up a tiny breakfast place together. He flips pancakes for sunburnt tourists in the mornings and surfs the huge waves in the afternoons.
He’s happy but more importantly, he stays out of our business.
I was happy for my Buttercup that her father had given us his blessing. It meant a lot to her even though it meant nothing to me. I don’t need any man’s blessing to keep what’s mine.
And this pussy is definitely still mine.
It always will be.
Bree moans as she spreads her legs, letting her dress fall down to her waist. My fingers are coated in her juices and I can’t wait any longer for my dick to be coated as well.
Her eyes widen as I stand up and unbutton my pants with my dick raging like a beast against the inside of my pants.
She still makes my cock ache with every touch of her soft skin, every whiff of her sweet scent, every sound of her whimpering, every look of her gorgeous body, and every taste of her salty skin.
She’s the only one for me and I’m the only one for her.
“Are you going to claim your pussy now?” she asks with her legs closed.
“I sure am,” I say, grinning at her as I step forward with my hard dick in my hand. I look down at her legs and smile. “Open up, Buttercup.”
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Bonus Chapter: The Virgin Auction
By Olivia T. Turner
Max
“What the fuck did I get myself into?”
I shake my head as I sink into the large comfy leather chair and take a sip of the smooth scotch they provided. The lights dim inside my little room as the lights flick on behind the dark glass.
The auction is starting.
I’m going to kill my assistant. This was Jeff’s idea. He’s always going on and on about how I need to find a good woman in my life.
“It will settle you down,” he always says. “You should find a girl who can help dull some of that edge you’ve got going on.”
I like my edge. I’m as sharp as a Samurai sword and in the world of billionaires, you have to be sharp.
Maybe Jeff has a point but fuck, a virgin auction? Who would dream up something so twisted?
A door opens and the first girl walks out onto the stage. It’s set up like an octagon. Each side is a private booth with a virgin-loving billionaire behind it. The walls are made up of one-way glass so nobody can see who is behind it. It’s total privacy for everyone except for the timid girl who’s walking under the bright lights in the middle of it all. She’s wearing baby doll pajamas with her blonde hair done up in curls with a nice big pink bow on top.
There’s a screen at my feet with the girl’s name and stats:
Sarah Matthews.
Nineteen.
Virgin.
5’6. 119 lbs.
This is so twisted. The screen lights up as someone makes a bid. The bids go up in $25,000 increments. I look down at the green button on my armrest and shake my head. These creeps aren’t getting any of my hard earned cash. I don’t have to pay for girls, no matter what Jeff thinks.
The girl is a bundle of nerves as she holds her elbow and looks around with short, jerky movements. The bidding war starts and my screen keeps lighting up as the hidden billionaires try to outbid each other.
Sarah looks around at the black glass walls as she bites at her lips nervously. The men can see her but she can’t see the men.
The auction comes to a halt when there’s no more bidders. Sarah’s virginity is sold for $800,000 to bidder number six.
The door opens once again and Sarah rushes through it, looking relieved to get the hell out of there.
I shake my head as the door slides shut. This is barbaric. I’m already playing in my head how I’m going to tell Jeff that he’s fired. I can’t wait to see the look on his face. He’s going to earn it for putting me in this horrible situation.
I down the rest of my scotch as the door slides open again and the next girl to be auctioned is about to come out. Her stats pop up on my screen:
Jessica Evans
Eighteen.
Virgin.
5’5. 122 lbs.
I should just leave. This is not my scene. I should just get the-
My body jolts like I was just hit by a stun gun. She walks out and it’s like the ground has been yanked out from under my feet. If I wasn’t sitting I would have collapsed to the floor.
She’s perfect.
My body tightens and my chest burns as I stare at her with my heart racing. She’s the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen and I must have her.
A heavy feeling grips my stomach as I stare at her with a dazed look. The need is more than wanting her. I must own her.
She’s absolutely stunning, standing in the middle of the stage wearing a school girl’s outfit. Long brown hair that falls down in waves, framing the prettiest face that I’ve ever laid eyes on. She looks uncomfortable as she fidgets with the bottom of her plaid skirt that finishes way to high on her soft thighs.
The first thought that cuts through the haze in my head is the need to cover her up. I don’t want anyone to see her. Ever.
I explode out of my chair, pacing around the small room like a caged tiger as I stare at her with gritted teeth. Growls and snarls rip from my throat as my
eyes dart around to the black walls of glass, each one hiding a pair of eyes that shouldn’t be anywhere near my girl. My Jessica.
My hands are shaking as I clench them into fists, wanting to take the eyes of every man who’s looking at her. They’re stealing her innocence and it’s making me crazy.
Her innocence is mine. Mine alone to take.
Jessica’s sweet brown eyes drop to her feet as she shifts her weight from foot to foot. She looks so uncomfortable. So exposed.
I desperately want to take her from here where I can keep her safe but I don’t know what to do. My thoughts are so fuzzy right now and I can’t think. It’s not like me. I’m usually so on the ball. So sharp. So composed.
The sight of this girl is breaking my brain.
She turns to me and raises her shining eyes to mine and it nearly ends me. I’m breathless as she looks straight at me with a stunned look. I can see her but she can’t see me.
My body feels hypnotized. My skin tingles as my feet move on their own toward the glass. I don’t know who’s controlling them but it’s not me.
She’s still staring at me as I walk up to the one-way glass, stopping a few inches from it. I see my own reflection first, looking back at me, only it’s not me. I look different. Crazed. Disheveled. Shaky. Desperate.
This obsessed man who is practically panting for this girl can’t be me, only it is.
I push past my reflection to look at the Goddess who is causing my body to react like this. Her gorgeous brown eyes are alive and flighty, darting around nervously as her chest rises and falls with quick shallow breaths.
Her white shirt is too revealing. It falls too low, showing off her perfectly round tits and rises too high in a knot, giving me a flash of her flat stomach and heart-stopping belly button.
My face starts to twitch as an edgy feeling consumes me. The eyes on her, it’s driving me mad. I’m overcome with a need to cover her body.
My back is covered in sweat. I feel like I’m losing it as I stare at her, dragging my eyes past her slim hips, down to her smooth legs with the knee high socks that are hot as fuck.
The screen at my feet lights up as the bidding begins and I feel an uncontrollable rage surge through my body at the dead men who are trying to take this beauty from me.
Don’t they know that she’s already mine?
I whip my body around and slam my palm down on the green button, raising the bid. I don’t care what she costs me. I don’t care if I have to eat garbage and live in a cave for the rest of my life. I just need her by my side and nothing is going to stop that from happening.
She shakes out her hands as she takes a deep nervous breath and my pulse starts racing even more. I can’t take my eyes off her. I know in that moment that my life will never be the same. She’s in it now, whether she knows it or not and my life has a new purpose. My universe revolves around her.
Another bid lights up the screen and my lips curl up as a snarl rips out of my throat. I’ll kill anyone who tries to take her from me. They’ll die screaming if they think they can touch her.
I pry my eyes off of her for the split second that it takes to smash my hand onto the button, upping the bid by another twenty-five grand.
No matter how many times I hit the button, someone else keeps trying to outbid me. Adrenaline rushes through my veins as I pace around the tiny room, cursing as these dead men keep trying to take her from me. I smash the button again and again and again.
I don’t care what the cost of her is. I’ll pay every cent that I have until all of my billions are gone and I’m left with nothing but her.
I just want this to be over and have her secure in my arms but these fuckers keep hitting their buttons as well.
I slam back my scotch as the bidding crosses a million dollars. My throat is painfully dry from my rushed breathing. There’s a pounding in my ears as I hit the button again.
When the price passes three million dollars, it’s only me and bidder number four left fighting for her.
I glare at his window with furious eyes, dreaming of smashing through it and slitting his throat. Any competition to her must be eliminated. I don’t care if it’s murder. I don’t care if it’s barbaric. I only care about possessing her completely and anyone who threatens that must be removed from this planet.
The second he bids, I’m smashing my fist down onto the button like a hammer. Every hit of the button makes my rage increase until it’s nearly boiling.
When the price crosses four million I hit the green button with so much frustration that it jams.
Pure panic seizes me as the counter counts down from ten. I claw at the button as it crosses nine, eight, seven. Each second lost is like a stab of adrenaline to my heart and I start to freak out, punching and kicking the chair, desperately trying to get the button to work.
Six.
Five.
I can’t breathe. It’s not working.
“Wait!” I scream but the sound just echoes in the soundproof room, bouncing back into my pounding ears. “I want her!”
Four.
Three.
I can’t think. My hands start shaking.
The screen turns red as the clock winds down.
Two.
A cold chill rips through me as every worst fear comes crashing down on me. I’m going to lose her.
One.
The price locks on $4,250,000. Bidder number four wins.
My stomach drops as I fall to my knees, feeling like I’m going to puke.
The door behind her slides open and I explode to my feet before she disappears through it and out of my life forever.
I’ll die without her. I know because I’ll slit my own wrists if I can’t live with her by my side.
A guttural roar erupts from my chest as I grab the chair and yank it off the ground. With a savage grunt I smash it into the dark window as hard as I can. It crashes through the glass, smashing the window to pieces.
Jessica screams as she jumps back, jerking her head toward me. Her eyes are wide with shock as her trembling hand flies up to cover her open mouth.
I charge through the broken glass onto the lit up stage as she gapes up at me with the most striking brown eyes that I’ve ever seen. She’s even more flawless in real life without the darkness of the glass muting her beauty.
We just stare at each other like two souls who are finally seeing their other half for the first time. There are no words that can be said to describe what I’m feeling.
My chest is burning, my head spinning, but I dig down deep for her.
“I’m taking you.”
She swallows hard as she looks up at me with a soft expression on her face. My heart nearly explodes when she nods.
“I’ve been waiting for you.” Her voice is better than any song I’ve ever heard. Sweeter than any candy I’ve tasted. Each soft word cuts through me and strums on my soul, making my chest swell up.
Without a second of hesitation I grab her and toss her over my shoulder. She moans as I grip the back of her soft thigh with my hand and turn back to the broken window.
Bidder number four is banging his fists on his window in an outrage. He better hope that the glass doesn’t break because I’ll end his life before the shattered pieces hit the ground.
I’d love to go and take care of him now but the girl on my shoulder is my top concern.
I need to get her out of here. I need to get her to safety.
I need to get her to my room.
And that’s exactly where I’m going.
I grit my teeth and run.
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