“Do you want me to just take off my clothes?” I asked as I stepped inside. When I did, I couldn’t help but marvel at the luxury he lived in. His suite was so beautiful and lavishly decorated it was kind of impossible to be real. Everything looked expensive, from his seventy-inch television to the black leather couches and a wall-to-wall painting.

“Never been in a rich man’s house before?” he asked when he noticed me staring like a bumbling idiot. “Trust me – others are a lot more narcissistic than this. I went to a friend’s house once and saw an entire wall filled with his trophies and photographs.”

I looked at him and frowned, “Oh and you’re not?”

He laughed and beckoned for me to follow him. I thought he was going to lead me straight into his room so we could get the dirty business down but no… he brought me to a dining room. The lights were dimmed and he had several candles lit to set the mood. On the table was a full course meal and he welcomed me to take a seat beside him.

“Come, have some wine,” he told me. “Try to relax. You’re always so tense.”

I took a seat and let him pour me a glass. I took a sip and almost immediately felt the warmth wash over me. It was oddly refreshing and soothing.

“Why did you lie to me?” Preston asked as I took another long drink. “You told me you didn’t have your wallet but we both know you did and then you lied about where you lived. Do you know I followed you that night?”

For a moment I thought I’d choke on my drink. I knew it! He did follow me that night!

“So that’s how they knew where to bring my car,” I realized. “Why did you pay for the repairs?”

“Answer my questions first and I’ll answer yours.”

I bit down on my lip, guilty as charged, and then looked at him and admitted, “I didn’t have money. I didn’t want you to pity me or anything like that. Especially you… you’re always so full of yourself and I’d really hit my head if I figured I owed everything to you.”

“Well you do now,” he reminded me. I guess in the long run he won.

“I…I do want to say thank you,” I mumbled softly, hardly believing the words that were coming out of my mouth. “My father and I are buried so deeply in debts right now and I lost my job at the hospital. I can’t seem to get a new one no matter where I go and now my dad’s getting evicted if he can’t pay his mortgage bills. Fuck! I don’t even know why I’m telling you this!”

Preston pulled out his wallet and took out a check and a pen. “How much did you get from the auction?”

“Half of what you paid,” I answered. I was starting to feel a little unsure and nervous with the way he was suddenly getting so financially rigid about the whole situation.

“So that means you got around seven thousand and a half? How much do you and your father need? Don’t round down; give me a number where you and your dad can be comfortable for a few months.”

I thought about it real quick and calculated as quickly as I could. I told him how much and to my surprise he wrote that down and then some on the check. He signed it and then presented it to me. All I could do was to stare at how much damn money it was and all it could to do fix my life.

“Here’s the deal,” he told me. “No bullshit, no strings attached and no dilly-dallying about this. Give me tonight and this check is yours. I won’t bug you after tonight. I won’t try to stalk you or romance you and convince you I’m the best boyfriend you could have. Just let me have you tonight and I promise all this is yours.”

Preston looked at me and as he did, time just seemed to come to a screeching halt. My mind kept repeating the words he said over and over. In my head all I could think about was how I was giving up my virginity to this man – this man whose ego blew up his head. However, tonight, he seemed a little different. His ego was still there and he was still a little bit of a jerk, but he was also more assertive, more authoritative and yet somehow also quite so sweet.

“Do it,” I finally gave my consent. Maybe I was starting to get drunk from the wine or maybe I was just getting so drawn into this mess that I couldn’t really step away from it anymore. It didn’t matter. I already said yes.

I expected a smile. I expected his face to light up like it was Christmas but instead he just looked at me with this strange, wicked grin and a fire burning in his eyes. Without words, he got up from his seat and took my hand, never taking his eyes off of me, and led me into his room.

The imagery that welcomed me was heart melting, to say the least. It didn’t look like the room of a playboy billionaire. There was no abundance of sex toys around and he didn’t have posters of nude women on the walls. No, it was more designed like that of a professional who kept his place clean and orderly.

None of that really pierced into my mind, however, as my thoughts focused solely on the moment. Preston had lifted me up with both arms and gently lay me down on his bed. It was the softest bed I had ever been on in my whole life.

I didn’t want him to do all the work and so I slowly began to undress, revealing my breasts and my belly first.

“Good girl,” he praised me as he began to help slide me off my clothes. He then took off his shirt and for the first time I had a better view of his body. He was ripped. I could see his abs were in perfect shape and he had a lean build to him, hinting he may be doing more than just lifting weights. Had he been in the military before? Does he do martial arts?

I grinned when I realized my mind was getting so busy when I should be thinking of the reality of the situation. I was here, on his bed and in his suite, about to have sex with him.

He dimmed the lights, allowing me to only get a vague silhouette of him but the direction of the lights meant he had a full view of me.

“Let’s take this off,” he whispered gently as he began to remove my skirt and the thong I had underneath. As soon as he exposed my bare shaven pussy, I squirmed a bit and shied away, covering my pussy with a hand.

“I… I don’t know how to do this,” I admitted. “I haven’t the slightest clue.”

“You can begin by letting go,” he told me as he took my hand, gripped it gently but tightly, and removed it. He then cupped my pussy and slowly, ever so slowly, began to slide in between my lips. Unintentionally I let out a soft cry and a moan. The sound of my voice only seemed to turn him on even more. “Trust me, Lyla. Let me take care of you tonight.”

Thoughts raced through my mind but for the first time in a long time, I decided to let those thoughts go and do as he said. I let go and as soon I did, as soon as I spread my legs and welcomed him to claim me, he rushed in like a hungry, craving animal.

Preston removed his clothes and I bore witness to the enormity of his cock. I had seen a man’s dick before, mostly in porn videos, but what he had was one to be proud of. Thick, long and throbbing, it was like a beast in its own right. It was the mighty fang of a mighty predator.

I thought he was going to go straight in and plow his meat into me but Preston took his time. He melted me with his kisses and allowed his lips and ever-so-playful tongue to wander across my body. He played with my nipples and suckled on them hungrily, massaging them in turn with his big and heavy hand while his other remained busy teasing my wet and warm pussy.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered into my ear right before he leaned in and bit down on my neck, making me moan even louder.

“Oh G-god,” was all I could reply as he slid his finger in deeper into my pussy but without breaking my virginity. “P-Preston… what are you doing to me? Why is this so damn good?”

He kissed my lips, pressing down and engulfing me with his passion. I felt a fire rage inside me and it was good. Our tongues clashed and he continued to kiss as his fingers became more and more aggressive down between my legs.

“Oh f-fuck!” I finally moaned out when he parted our lips and pinched my soft clit.

“That sounds more like it,” he told me. “You want it? You want me to fuck you?”

I nodded sheepishly. I was so damn horny that I could let him break my virginity in any way he wanted.

“Say it, baby,” he whispered as he continued to toy with my clit and the folds of my flesh. With one hand he squeezed my breast and then cupped my face. “Say it like you mean it.”

“Fuck me,” I whispered, too shy to actually say it any louder.

Slap!

“Ah!” I was in total shock. He just slapped my face.

“Say it like you mean it,” he repeated and this time he began to dig a finger through my pussy lips, causing me to shake and tremble in anticipation and ecstasy.

“Fuck me,” I said loudly. “P-Preston I want you to fuck me! Fuck my pussy and make me your slut tonight.”

With those words he spread me open and held me close to him. He thrust his shaft and for the first time in my life I felt a strange blend of both mind-shattering pain and pleasure that it drowned my consciousness out. He thrust again and then again, each time getting in deeper into my flesh.

I must have been moaning, crying and screaming but even I couldn’t hear my own voice. All I knew was that the pain was receding and all that was left was a whirlpool of pleasure melting and washing all over my insides.

I felt him slam his cock in deeper, faster and relentlessly through the night. I moaned and begged for more and Preston obliged. He didn’t stop, even when I knew I was well passed the breaking point, and plowed his way into me. I couldn’t even recall everything he made me do but when he was about to climax he pulled out, opened my mouth and spilled his seed all over my face and deep into my throat. I was filled with his warm, delicious cum before the night was over.

* * *

Sometime after, perhaps an hour or two, I woke up not even realizing I had fallen asleep. Yet even now Preston was still between my legs, pounding his way into me. I fell asleep getting fucked and now I’ve awoken getting fucked.

When he saw I was awake, he smiled and gave my tits a soft slap before he turned me over, deciding to fuck me from behind, doggystyle.

As rough and as non-stop as it was, I couldn’t help but moan for more and smile out of the pure pleasure that oozed from us that night. I had never craved for anyone like this before. I never cried out for a man to take me this way before.

It felt so good and so rewarding that I realized I wanted him to have his way with me. This was what I wanted and I must have felt it since that day we met in the hospital. Maybe I was a bitch for ignoring this feeling and pretending I was better than everyone else.

Well, here I was, loving how he took me. The money was just the icing on the cake. When he turned me over again I shook my head, pushed him down and made him lay on his back. I then straddled him and without any words let him know that I wanted to be on top.

Preston nodded and grabbed onto my ass as I grinded on top of him, letting his cock freely shift inside my flesh…