Virgin for Sale

Chapter 33

She doesn’t take the keys.

“I can’t take this.”

“Don’t you love the apartment?”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Well, I think you’re beautiful, and I want to give you things.”

Still, she doesn’t take them.

“I already own this place. I bought it for you.”

“I can’t take it. I’m sorry.”

“Why not?”

“Because I already live in an apartment that I can afford. The rent is more than reasonable.”

“Damn it, Faye. I don’t care. Don’t you understand that? I’m right here, right now. This is for you. This is what boyfriends do.”

“No, they don’t.”

“Okay, this is what wealthy boyfriends do, and if you must know it’s either this place or move in with me.”

“What?”

“Yeah, that surprises you, doesn’t it? It’s either this or move in with me, and I figured that you would be too skittish to move in with me, so I picked this. I thought you’d prefer this.”

“You want me to move in with you?”

“Why does that sound so shocking to you?”

“I don’t know. I just … you blackmailed me into sleeping with you.”

I shrug. “I’m not above getting what I want. Your job was secure no matter what.”

“Then why blackmail me?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Faye, you’re skittish, like really fucking, run the other way kind of skittish.”

I see a smile dance across her lips.

Taking her hands in mine, I draw her close. “And I won’t have you any other way, but you will take this apartment?”

“You’re going to make me?”

“I’m going to be spending a lot of time here.” Letting go of her hands, I unbutton her jacket, pushing it off her shoulders.

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Next, I release her blouse and watch as the white fabric falls to the floor. Flicking the catch of the bra and releasing those juicy tits is next, and they spill out exactly as they were supposed to, filling my hands, and I lean forward, taking a bite of each nipple.

Her cries fill the room, but she doesn’t make a move to escape me.

Within a matter of seconds, I have her skirt off and she’s bending over the sofa. She’s wearing a thong today, and I trace across the fabric, teasing her tight little asshole as I do. Caressing down the crack of

her ass, I spread her cheeks wide, giving each cheek a nice little slap.

She lets out a yelp, and the sound is sweet music, especially when I stroke through her pussy and find just how wet she is.

I’ve been waiting to take her, to make her mine. It has been a couple of weeks since she got the shot.

I’m going to take her without a condom, fill her pussy with my cum, and all afternoon, I know it’ll be leaking into her panties. Taking the fabric of her thong in my hand, I move it aside.

I hold it against her ass cheek while I free my cock. Running my hand up and down my length, I ease the pre-cum leaking tip to her entrance.

As I slide inside her, her warm cunt gripping me, I hear her moan.

“Oh, fuck. That feels so good.” It’s the best feeling in the world.

Pulling out of her, I see my dick, covered in her cream, and I drive forward, filling her tight pussy. Each ripple and every wave of her arousal grips my length, and I feel the instant hit of need that just won’t go away.

With the thong still in my fist, I grip her hips and start to pound away inside her, fucking her hard, not giving her a chance to get accustomed to my dick as over and over, I slam to the hilt. She’s so fucking wet.

“Touch yourself, Faye. Touch that wet clit and bring yourself off. I want to feel you come.”

She lets out a little moan, but she strokes her clit. Each tease across that swollen bud seems to set her off, again and again.

“Yes, yes, so good. That’s it, baby, tease your clit. Make yourself come.”

Her cunt tightens around me, and I can’t stop.

Pounding into her, I see and feel how slick she is.

When her orgasm comes, she drenches me with her release, and I don’t hold back. Fucking her hard, I ride her pussy to my own completion, holding her tight so that her ass is nestled right against my pelvis as I fill her cunt. Wave upon wave of my cum swims up to her womb, taking her, owning her.

For a few seconds, maybe even minutes—time doesn’t have a place right now—I hold her against me, waiting for my release to subside. The moment it does, I slowly ease out of her. Kneeling down on the floor, I see some of my white cum at the lips of her pussy, and I can’t resist taking some and pushing it right back inside her. Putting the panties back into place, I rub the fabric against her, knowing they will be full of my cum by the end of the day.