“Jordan,” I whisper in his ear, pulling him down onto me, his shirt in my fists, and feel him respond with an instinctive grind of his hips into my pelvis. I can feel his rock hard cock through his slacks and it’s enormous. Luckily my pussy is drenched because we’re going to need all the lubrication we need when he thrusts inside. The thought makes me wild. His hands are on my tits, groping and kneading, making me writhe with pleasure.
“Oh god, Katie,” he growls in my ear. “Your body is incredible.” He kisses me so deeply and passionately I wonder to myself whether it’s medically possible to pass out from pleasure. I reach down and start unbuckling his pants when he suddenly pulls my head back, interrupting our kiss.
“Wait,” he growls breathlessly. “I just need you to tell me. Again.”
“What?” I manage through my arousal, my entire being only wanting one thing: his cock in my slippery folds.
“You’re Jimmy’s girlfriend, I -”
But I interrupt him.
“Jordan, you’ve shown a thousand times more interest in me in the last twelve hours than your son has in the last two months,” I say. His eyes gleam, and I continue. “Jimmy doesn’t want me. He’s not interested, and as a result, I’m a virgin.”
“Are you serious?” the billionaire asks, his voice thick with arousal. There’s a gleam in his blue eyes that’s … dare I say, possessive? I nod.
“Oh shit,” he growls, grinding his hard cock against me in lust. “That boy of mine’s a fool.”
“No, I’m happy it didn’t happen,” I hear myself in reply. “I want it to be you. Fuck me, Jordan.” And this seems to seal the deal for him. He’d forced himself to try to do the right thing, and he did. But everything’s worked out now. Breathing like a caged animal, he pulls my dress down, exposing my huge tits as they fall out of the material of my dress. He moans in lust as he buries his face in them, licking my nipples. My pussy contracts so hard it’s actually painful, and I’m grateful for the roaring crowd on the ground below us, because I can’t control my moans.
“Jordan, I need it. I need your cock, I can’t wait anymore,” the words come tumbling out of my mouth involuntarily, my heart beating in my throat. I feel like a crazed animal. He takes one hand off my tits to reach down to his crotch, but keeps his lips on my nipple and sucks, making me moan even harder. He fumbles with his belt and I open my eyes and glance down to see him reach into his slacks and pull out the biggest, thickest cock I could have ever imagined.
“Oh my god,” I hear myself say in awe and reverence. He jerks his long rod as he breaks away from my nipple and glances down at me with an amused grin.
“You’re not changing your mind, are you?” he asks teasingly. I can only shake my head, still staring at the massive ten incher. A vein beats along the underside, and my mouth waters hungrily. I desperately want to trace it with my tongue before taking that meaty purple head in my mouth. Of course, his cock will never fit down there, but I can’t wait to try.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you,” he groans, as he pushes my dress up over my waist. The man roughly pulls down my drenched panties as he parts my legs. He licks his lips as he looks down at my cunt, and moans again while pressing the head of his cock against my creaming lips.
“Oh god,” I breathe in anticipation, closing my eyes.
“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to fuck you, Katie.”
“Yes, yes, I want it,” I reply, almost hyperventilating in arousal. I’m so horny for this man that I’m worried I might come as soon as he enters me, virgin or not. He slides his cock a bit into my folds and instantly, my pussy tenses, gripping him tight.
“Oh shit,” he groans, trying to keep still. “You’re so small. Baby, you’re unused.”
“It’s okay,” I manage to whisper. “Keep going. It feels good.” Because there is pain, yes, but it’s mingling with the most incredible sensation I’ve ever experienced: my pussy being filled up to the brim. My experiences with Jimmy left me so frustrated, and I thought it was my fault. But I understand now that the frustration was actually something else entirely: the need to be owned, taken, and fucked properly by a real man. A man like Jordan. And now that it’s really happening, there’s no way we’re going to stop. The fact that his son is my boyfriend is a detail I’ll have to deal with later … after we’re done.
Chapter 7
JORDAN
“Fuck,” I moan under my breath, as I continue to push myself into the tiniest, tightest little cunt I’ve ever had. My dick’s not even fully in yet, and I’m already worried I’m gonna blow my load. I know my cock is huge, and it’s something I’ve always considered an asset. But now, I’m not so sure because the little virgin is having a hard time.
Not that she isn’t begging for it. “Keep going,” she moans, squirming underneath me, her huge, milky tits jiggling with the motion. “I want all of it in me, Jordan, now!” I’d been trying to take it easy on her, but this curvy little virgin is obviously so hungry for a good dicking that nothing’s going to stop her.
“You got it,” I groan, my balls already high and tight. Then, in one long, hard movement, I sheath the entire length of my hard pole all the way into her warm, tight depths, not even stopping when I feel her hymen tear.
“Yes!” she exclaims in a mixture of shock, pain, and delight. Holy shit, she’s tight! I hold still for a moment to stave off my orgasm. I feel like a prepubescent teenage boy, but I can’t help it. Any man with his cock squeezed this hard by a ripe and curvy virgin would find himself on the edge.
“Again,” she pleads. “Fuck me!” There’s no holding back now. I pull my cock out slightly and feeling the suction of tight cunt brings me close again - this chick is gonna have me squirting like a fourteen year old boy. I work past it and start pounding her, pressing my cock up into her pelvis to rub her g-spot with the head. I need her to join me in my orgasm soon.
“Oh god, Jordan!” she screams, pulling at my shirt in passionate desperation. I watch with satisfaction as my thrusts make her tits bounce and I grab one with my free hand, squeezing it and licking the nipple. Katie moans in response, spreading her legs wider, allowing me to go even deeper. My balls swing against her ass cheeks.
“Keep going, keep going, keep going,” she moans, making me wild as I drill her harder. “Yes, yes, yes!” she screams with each thrust. And suddenly, I feel her pussy start to contract around my hardness, squeezing like a fist and bringing me even closer.
“Oh shit,” I growl, as Katie closes her eyes on the brink of ecstasy. “I’m gonna come, Katie.”
But she’s already losing it – the girl screams in rapture as her cunt clenches tight around my cock. A stream of warm wet fluid gushes all over my iron fuckpole as her pussy snaps and clamps.
“Mr. Marks!” she squeals. “Oh god, Jordan!”
My name on her lips forces me over the edge, and with a sudden rush, my cock jerks and then pulses inside her creaming pussy, shooting load after load into her wet depths. Virile semen sprays her pink channel as that tight twat milks me for everything I’ve got.
“Oh yeah,” I groan into her neck. “FUCK!”
I pump gallons into that fertile cunt, the girl moaning and creaming beneath me. There’s so much jizz that it literally flows out between our bodies, making everything wet and sticky. But no matter. This is the kind of sex that I crave: hot, wet and messy.
For a minute we hold on tight to each other, out of breath while waiting for our heartbeats to slow. Below us the game is still going on, and it’s clear from the raucous cheering that no one’s missed us yet. If they knew that an older donor was pounding a young female student on the roof of a building at this very moment, there would be scandal. But I don’t care. I grin down at my beautiful girl, still out of breath.
“Are you okay?” I ask her. She nods, suddenly shy again.
“That - that was amazing,” is her whisper. I kiss her briefly and then pull the length of my cock, glistening and still hard, out of the warm
suction of her swollen pussy. Looking down, I see there’s some blood on the tiles below us - it’s been years since I took a virgin and I forgot about this part. But I don’t mind in the slightest. A man who is intimidated by blood, especially the blood of a girl whose virginity he just took, is no man at all.
Gently, I bend my head and press a kiss to her swollen folds, making the woman gasp.
“Jordan!” she whispers in shock.
Another grin laces my face.
“Sweetheart, that’s just the beginning,” I rasp. “I’m gonna make you feel so good from here on out. But we can’t do it now. Come on, baby, let’s get up and get straightened out. People are gonna start noticing.”
And quickly, we stand, adjusting our clothes. I watch Katie as she covers back up her huge, milky tits and wonder at the pull I feel towards her. That doesn’t usually happen. Usually, after release, I prefer just to either go to sleep or leave. Instead, why do I feel the urge to gather her in my arms? Take her home with me? Watch her take a bath? Cook her one of my signature dishes? I’m a good cook, but it’s a bit of a secret. I never cook for any woman because it’s way too intimate. So why do I have the urge to do it for Katie? Why do I want to take care of her, and make sure she’s okay?
“We better get back to the game,” she says sweetly, and I find myself smiling at her. While tucking a stray curl behind one ear, my palm caresses that soft cheek. She looks surprised but smiles back at me, the sun glinting off her hair.
We head back downstairs and don’t say much. Katie seems to be deep in thought - every once in a while she throws me a shy glance over her shoulder, and then blushes. But no matter. She was a virgin, and an incredible thing happened just now. It’s natural to be a little unsure. Besides, I wish I had more time with her. I wish I was alone with this beautiful girl somewhere on a tropical island, with a warm breeze and a week to explore every inch of that gorgeous body. I wish I could spirit her away from this damned lacrosse game and the roaring crowd.
At least it’s the fourth quarter now. We approach the field and watch the remainder of the game, standing next to each other companionably. Jimmy’s stealing the show with his clever passes and feints, but I don’t see my son. Not really. Instead, I’m hyperaware of the beauty on my right, and everything that I want to do to her. Taking her virginity was only the beginning of this sensual journey.
The Hudson team wins the game to the happy cheers of the crowd. I greet Jimmy as he jogs off the playing field and congratulate the boy before saying a quick goodbye. “So soon?” he asks with an air of confusion.
I give him a hearty slap on the back.
“I’ll leave you with your friends to celebrate,” is my rumble before shooting a quick glance at Katie. Jimmy nods, already turning to talk to his coach, but the look in my beautiful girl’s eyes almost makes me stop. I want to be with her. I don’t want to leave her here, with my son. Instead, I’d like to whisk her off to my penthouse and spend the next week with my cock buried between her legs as she begs me for more.
So yeah, this is bad timing. But what can you do? With a growl, I shake my head and furiously turn the ignition in my car. I’m supposed to be heading over to Velma’s for dinner, but driving to the woman’s apartment, I have absolutely no urge at all to see her. Still though, at this point it would be more of a hassle to cancel than to just stick with the plan. I pull up in the driveway and head up to her apartment, determined to make the most of this evening. But as she opens the door to admit me, my heart sinks into my shoes. I can’t do this, not with this woman. Not after what I just experienced with Katie.
“Hi Jordan,” Velma purrs, leaning in to kiss me. I allow her a touch of her lips, but don’t kiss back. I can’t.
“Is everything okay?” she asks, immediately suspicious. Not that I’m normally all that affectionate. “Why are you dressed like you’ve just been on a picnic? And what are those stains on your slacks?” she continues. I glance down. It’s true that my casual clothes are a little grubby from the hot session on the roof, but it was worth it. I merely shrug.
“Never mind my appearance,” I growl at her. She dramatically pretends to be taken aback. Of course, Velma’s made up to the nines. Her blonde bob comes to rest just above her tanned, thin shoulders. Her face is coated in cosmetics and she’s wearing a red strapless dress that shows off long, slender legs and matching red stiletto heels. Velma looks great, and at thirty-five, she’s still young. But even though our relationship has been purely based on sex, it leaves me cold.
Unfortunately, Velma doesn’t get it. “Jordan, darling,” she says. “I thought we were going out to dinner? What’s going on?”
I’m watching her mouth move, but all I can think of is Katie’s full lips, her angelic face, and her big brown eyes full of innocence. The way her skin is creamy and delicious. Her huge, soft tits, and her round ass. I suddenly wonder how I could have ever felt attracted to Velma, whose body is lean and thin, with fake tits that resemble water balloons. What’s happened in the last twenty-four hours? Is this about face all because of one college girl?
“Look, Velma, this isn’t working,” I say briskly. “I wanted to tell you in person. I’m sorry to do this so suddenly, but we had a good time while it lasted, right?”
The woman’s face hardens, and she shoots me a nasty glare. “A good time?” she asks me coldly. “Is that what you’d call it?”
“Well, yeah. I’ve enjoyed myself, haven’t you?” I respond casually. A little too casually, clearly, because Velma’s eyes spit flame.
“Who do you think you are?” she suddenly screeches at me. “You show up here whenever the fuck you want, you stand me up, all you ever want is sex -”
“Okay,” I growl with a grimace. “You know as well as I do that we discussed the terms of this so-called relationship when we started. I told you I don’t do relationships.”
“Yeah, but not doing relationships doesn’t mean you get to act like a dick about it!” she retorts bitterly, tears of frustration pouring down her face. I almost feel sorry for her. Almost.
“Stop it, Velma,” I say with a glare. “You’re being ridiculous. I don’t hear you complaining about all the jewelry I’ve bought you over the last couple of months. Or that I flew you and your sister to the Bahamas for a week.”
“To get me out the way, no doubt! So you can be with your little whore!” she spits at me. I glare at her. “That’s why you’re breaking up with me, aren’t you? You’ve got someone else? Someone younger?”
Honestly, I’m not even going to lie to her.
“Yes, actually,” I say matter of factly. “But you’re wrong about that being the reason I flew you to the Bahamas. I only just met the new woman yesterday.”
“Oh, and that’s it, is it? You dump your girlfriend just like that?”
I roll my eyes with exasperation. This is exactly why I don’t do relationships. I should have known Velma wasn’t going to be the kind of woman who would be able to accept that she’s been replaced. She’s the kind of woman who thinks she can “change a man’s mind” and maybe even reform him. Perhaps she could have changed another man’s mind, but not mine. Especially not now that I’ve met Katie.
“You were never my girlfriend, Velma,” I say calmly. “Besides, I was planning on giving this to you,” I say, interrupting her unintelligible screeching as I reach into my pocket and pull out a small gift. Velma stops her godawful shrieking immediately when she sees that I’m holding a jewelry box. “I bought it a couple weeks back,” comes my white lie. “I was going to give it to you at dinner. I’d still like you to have it,” I say, holding it out to her.
“What is it?” she sniffs. Funny how she’s all calm now that some serious bling is in the cards.
“Go ahead, open it,” I say, trying to sound genuine. My goal is to get out of here fast, but without leaving the possibility of being murdered in my sleep one day. She opens it and gasps dramatically at the sight of a diamond bracelet.
“Oh, Jordan,” s
he sighs, sniffing. “It’s beautiful!”
“I’m glad you like it. Let it be a nice memory of our time together, hmmm?”
And as usual, the five-figure bracelet has solved the problem. Velma wipes dramatically at her eyes before sniffing.
“I won’t forget you, darling,” she simpers, her shallowness saving me from having to stay a moment longer. “I’ll always remember you, Jordan, especially whenever I look at this,” she purrs, stroking the bracelet like it’s a cat.
Disgusted, I get in my car and drive out of Velma’s life. But where I’m going next, I have no idea. Just a few minutes in the woman’s company was enough to leave a sour taste in my mouth. Ugh. What was I thinking?
But the thought of Katie clears my mind. She’s a fresh, clean breeze after the vapid poison of Velma. I think back to how ripe and eager she was, begging me for more. How could my idiot of a son pass that up? What’s wrong with the boy? Clearly something’s off with Jimmy, and one of these days I’ll figure it out. Until then, I’m giving Katie what she wants … because the sweet female needs it.
Chapter 8
KATIE
Another sleepless night. I’ve waited for years now to lose my virginity to the “right guy” who was someone special. And I prayed and hoped that person would be the athletic and handsome Jimmy. So for it to turn out to be his dad is still incomprehensible to me. Even though I loved every delicious, delirious, intoxicating minute of it. Even though I wanted Jordan more than I’ve ever wanted anyone, my insides going hot and wet at the billionaire’s touch.
But now back in my dorm, watching the sun come up, my mind whirls in confusion. Because there’s no other way of looking at this: what we did was wrong. How could I have sex with my boyfriend’s dad?!
Oh god, Jimmy would die if he knew. Who wouldn’t? It’s the ultimate betrayal. If he realizes how I thirsted for Jordan as soon as I laid eyes on him. If he knew that when I looked at his father, I saw a dream come true. A genuine alpha male with sex appeal dripping from that muscular form. Those piercing blue eyes, that handsome mien, and the way he’s able to hold me in place with just a look. I would let him do anything to me, and it scares me and arouses me to the point of madness. Poor Jimmy. What have I done?
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