With her back against my front door and her big green eyes unblinking, Flick looks like a lost little lamb. My lamb. After all, I’ve fucked myself ten times over to be the first to get a taste of her. Gazing at her now—in a white sleeveless dress that skims those golden thighs I want clenched around my ears and her dark brown hair hanging in a loose braid over one tan shoulder—I don’t feel an ounce of regret.  

“You’re Conquer&Please,” she whispers, shaking her head in disbelief. “Please tell me this is a joke.”

“My bank statement doesn’t seem to be laughing.” In fact, I’d gotten a call from the bank this morning about my “unusual” transaction. I finish pouring my whisky, then walk from behind the bar, approaching her slowly. “Why are you trembling?”

“Because it’s … you.” She curls her lips in a sneer. If she weren’t so beautiful, I might be offended, but nothing can bring my kingdom tumbling down tonight. Tonight, I’m at the very top of the castle and very soon I’ll be on top of her. Her hand flies to her wrist, but since her hairband isn’t there, she scrapes at bare skin. “Look, Mr. Cade, we can ask them to refund you. We can—”

“Follow through with our original arrangement,” I say firmly. Using my free hand, I wrap the hair at the nape of her neck around my fingers, carelessly unraveling her demure braid. She moans. Sweet fucking Jesus, I need more of that, not her looking at me like I’m the antichrist. 

“Don’t you think that’s a bad idea?” she whispers.

“And what would be the alternative for you? Some eighty-year-old Viagra-popper with balls down to his knees? Or maybe that the tongue between your legs belong to a man whose only conquest is a video game empire and a fuck doll?” 

Arching that sinful body I’ve ached to claim since the second I laid eyes on her, she shakes her head.  “I … no. No, I don’t want that.”

I bend my head to brush my lips to the top of her ear and breathe her in. Her scent is like a fucking drug. Peachy vanilla wholesomeness. My cock twitches eagerly because I know her pussy will be just as mind-blowingly addictive. 

“I can promise you my balls are right where they belong.” I blow softly on her ear, ruffling her hair. She grips my upper arms and rakes her short fingernails into the starched fabric of my shirt. I was held up at the office longer than I intended, so I hadn’t had time to change. Not that it matters. I don’t plan on staying in the shirt much longer. “I swear, when I eat your pussy, you won’t wonder how soon it’ll be over or where you’re going to spend all the money. You won’t even think about V-Bay after I’m done with you.”

Her petite body trembles all over, but she stops herself at the sound of my chuckle. Jerking her head back, she grinds out, “And just how did you find me on that site? Do you regularly troll the internet looking for cherries to pop?” Her sarcastic tone and the defiant tilt of her chin make me want to put her across my knee and paddle that perky little ass until it’s sore and red.  

“Do I look like that’s my M.O.?” Slipping my hand out of her hair, I give her the honest truth about how I discovered her secret. She lets out another soft moan and drops her hands from my arms to splay them on the door behind her. “Don’t look so shocked. I knew I was going to fuck you from the moment you opened your mouth. Then Nate found you on that goddamn site and I couldn’t let you go to another man.”

“Why would you pay so much?”  

“I want to be your first. I’m going to be your first. You needed twenty grand, I offered you two hundred. You accepted the terms of the agreement.”

Angrily, she puffs out her chest. “Before I knew who you were!”

“Now you do, and there are no refunds. Like I said, you could have done far worse.” Tossing back my drink, I leave her at the door, but I never drop my gaze from hers. Call me a monster, but I enjoy seeing her squirm. What I say next accomplishes that faster than I can snap my fingers. 

“You might want to sit down, Flick. You’re going to need your rest.”

Her green eyes go round, but she eventually stumbles across the living room and slides down on the white couch. Linking her fingers together over one of her knees, she watches me prepare another drink. “Why didn’t you tell me who you were when you messaged me last night?” 

“Because your pride would have fucked you over. I didn’t want you to fuck yourself—not without me watching, that is.” Taking the two glasses of whisky I’ve prepared from the bar, I walk toward her with a questioning look. “Have you eaten?” 

“No … I was too nervous,” she admits in a raw whisper. I reach a glass out to her in hopes that the whisky will calm her down. Her spine stiffens and she glares at it suspiciously. Snorting, I set it in front of her on the coffee table and take a drink of my own.

“I don’t want you drugged, sweet. I want you willing. Happy. Pleased out of your goddamn mind. We both get what we want out of this—you get to save your father’s business and I get your cunt.” 

She inhales sharply through her teeth. She snatches the whisky off the table, choking on it because I sit right beside her, close enough for the back of my hand to brush her smooth thigh. Swiping her tongue over her lips, she rubs her fingers across her chest and I’m lost in the sight of her breasts straining together. 

“Do you have to be so filthy, Mr. Cade?” she asks at last.

Fuck, she’s irresistible. I’m tempted to hike up her dress right here, right now, and teach her how filthy I can be when she’s riding my dick and I’ve got my face buried between those tits.

But I’ve told myself I’m going to take it slow with Flick. 

No matter how enticing she is, how badly I want to possess every inch of her body immediately, I’m going to hold out until she’s on her knees and begging me for it. 

“Does your father even know you’re doing this?” she asks.

My smile hardens as I snap my blue eyes from her breasts. Fuck my father. Compared to his spending, my investment in a month of untouched trim is tame. “I’m not doing this.” Slamming my glass on the table next to hers, I climb across the couch until I have one hand on either side of her hips and I can almost taste the whisky on her sweet tongue. Her lips part slightly, giving my dick a jolt. “I’ve already done it. And there’s not a goddamn thing my father or anyone else can do about it.”

Her lips quiver. “I can’t believe you—”

I cover her mouth with my thumb and smear her pink lip gloss at the corners. “God, I’ve had it with that mouth of yours.” She whimpers against the pad of my finger. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight. I’m not going to fuck you until I’ve made you come in every way imaginable. Until you’ve learned everything I like. Until the mention of my name is enough to make your pussy drip.”

Felicity gasps, so I take advantage of her shock, spreading my fingers across her delicate throat. Her pulse jumps beneath my fingertips, thumping unevenly. I hate admitting it, and I’ll never say it aloud to her, but every nerve in my own body is working overtime. Being near this woman drives me so wild I can’t touch her without picturing the many ways I need to own her. 

She reaches up to remove my hand from her throat, but doesn’t count on me linking our fingers together. Her muscles tense as she stares at the contrast of our bodies. She’s tanned to perfection but my skin is darker. We look good together now, but I can imagine how right this will be when we’re covered in sweat and tangled up in some position that would make a porn star envious. 

“For a second there, you sounded so sure of yourself,” she rasps, ripping her hand from mine. “Like you know exactly what I’m thinking.”

“I’m not just sure, I’m positive, sweet,” I say with a grin. I lick one corner of her mouth then the other. “I don’t even give you a full seven days.”

She starts to argue, but I won’t let her. I trace my tongue across her lips, chuckling because she clenches her teeth. She’s so goddamn feisty, but if she thinks I’ll give up, she’s got another thing coming. I meant it when I said I’d have her begging for me in less than a week, and after two more tries, she opens her mouth, granting me entry. 

I kiss her furiously, not the least bit surprised when her tongue goes to war with mine or that she tastes as good as she smells. My cock throbs when her small fingers grasp at my collar and my neck, and her breath quickens to little purrs. 

I’m going to make her purr alright, and she’ll thank me for it. 

Drawing away from her, I demand, “Did your ex lick that tight virgin cunt?” Looking dazed and out of this world, she rests her head against the couch cushions behind her. She blinks at me, so I thumb her smooth thigh, my strokes slow and deliberate. “Don’t look at me like you’re confused, sweet. Did your ex-boyfriend tongue fuck your pussy?” 

“I—” she starts, but I work my fingers beneath her white dress, and she releases a strangled cry instead. Suddenly speechless, her eyelids flutter shut when I skim the center of her soft cotton panties. They’re damp, exquisitely molded to her pussy. Massaging the fabric against her, I groan. She does too. And spasms. Christ, she’s already convulsing and I haven’t even started. 

I push my thumb to her clit, circling it through her panties until she’s sucking on her bottom lip and releasing tiny breaths. “Did he?” I repeat. 

“No,” she finally admits.

How does a girl like Felicity—all curves and sex and innocence begging to be ruined—go twenty-one years without letting a man taste her? What kind of man dates a woman like her for months without touching her and losing his mind?

A fool. 

I slip my other hand beneath her skirt and skim my fingers along the lace-trimmed band of her panties and look her directly in the eyes. “Did he fuck your ass, Flick?” Again, she doesn’t answer me. I yank at the top of her panties, letting the elastic snap back in place on her skin.

“No, he didn’t!” She arcs her back and squirms while I slip her panties down her thighs, but she doesn’t ask me to stop. She’s back to nibbling on her bottom lip and puffing out short breaths from her nose. “I’ve never done any of that.” 

Getting off the couch, I hover over her. “Then what the fuck did you do?” Keeping my hands on the panties around her thighs, I kiss the tip of her nose. “Dry hump? Scissor with no clothes on? Enlighten me, sweet, I’m curious what one does in the dark when good orgasms aren’t being exchanged.”

She jerks her head back. “You have a filthy mouth.”

“You’ve already said that.” I pull her panties down a few inches further, to her knees, and her legs snap together. “I’ve always been a fan of showing, not telling, though. Open your knees. Let me show you how deep that filth runs.”

Her green eyes challenge mine for a brief pause, but then she parts her knees slightly. I smirk. Kneeling in front of her, I ease the white cotton over her calves and past her slim ankles, ridding her of her shoes along the way. There’s no use denying how thrilled I am that she truly is a virgin in every way, that I’ll be her first at everything. 

My satisfaction must be obvious in my expression because she snaps, “You look like the cat that ate the canary.”

“No.” I drag her ass to the edge of the couch and spread her legs far apart so I can see her. “The highest bidder that ate the virgin pussy.”

“Oh god, you’re … oh god. What are you doing?” Wide-eyed, she presses her palm to my forehead when I move my face closer to her cunt. She shakes her head and gulps a few times. “What are you doing, Jackson?”

“Relax,” I order, pulling her hand in mine and kissing the heel of her palm. It’s slick with perspiration. If I have my way, the rest of her body will be the same way shortly. I want her wet from sweat—sweat and desire and tears of pleasure. Stroking her swollen clit with my other hand, I give her the most reassuring look I’m able to manage, but I doubt she sees it because her eyes are rolling back in her head. “Relax and let me teach you.”

She does something that resembles a nod, so I drop her hand. She moves it to her flat stomach, fisting her white dress. Grinning, I shove her dress higher until I’ve got a full-view of her. To my surprise, my little virgin is shaved bare. Bare and pink and so inviting that the blood rushes to my cock. Getting through the night without experiencing her sweet cunt pulsating around my dick is going to be torture. 

Exhaling a strained breath, I part her pussy lips with two fingers. “Good,” I murmur. “You’re beautiful, Flick. And so very wet for me already.”

“I—Oh, god.” She gazes down at me in amazement as I knead my thumb and middle finger back and forth over her clit. “That feels… It feels—”

It feels like she’s about to come, but I’m not ready for that. Not for a while. I lower my mouth between her thighs and trail my tongue up her slit—over and over again until she gasps for air and claws at her dress so forcefully it might rip in half. I’m convinced she’s the sweetest woman I’ve ever tasted. Her cunt even smells like vanilla and innocence. I catch her clit between my teeth, sucking her slowly. She curves her body toward mine, asking for more with her moans and the way she lifts her dress higher around her waist. 

“My greedy virgin,” I growl and circle my tongue around her slit. “I already know I won’t be able to get enough of you.” 

“Thirty days,” she says, then cries out when I work a finger into her pussy and delve into her with shallow thrusts. She’s tight. Perfect and dripping around my knuckle. “The agreement was for thirty days, remember?” 

Deciding not to acknowledge her reminder, I risk adding a second finger. At the sensation of a new pressure, she bolts upright, dark brown hair falling around her face as she contracts around my fingers. 

“Ohhh!”

“Am I hurting you?” She shakes her head, so I keep going. “Good then lay the fuck back. It’s okay to come, Flick. I want you to. I want to taste every inch of you starting right—” Breathing against her pussy, I ignore my cock straining in my pants to let me know it wants to taste every inch of her too. “—here.”

I lick a path back down her slit, trading my fingers for my tongue. My hand is wet—so fucking wet—but I grasp her thighs and dive in deeper while she pants and soaks my tongue with her juices. She’s close. I can taste it on her cunt and feel it in her quaking legs. 

Leaning away from her, I grin at her expression, then bend my head to tug her soft fold between my teeth. 

“Jackson,” she whispers, threading her hand through my hair. 

I cock my head to the side to get out of her grip and kiss the backs of her fingers before she jerks them to her mouth. “You want to come for me, sweet girl?” 

“No,” she moans but even then, she’s raising her hips to my mouth, silently insisting I take her where she needs to go.

She’s so beautiful. So ripe and delicious. So mine.

“You filthy fucking liar,” I laugh and sweep my knuckles over her soaked entrance. Making eye contact with me just as I lick her off my fingers, she turns her head to hide her flush. “Tell me you want to come, Flick. Tell me. And I want you to look at me while you’re doing it.”

She doesn’t at first, so I stop touching her. No fingers. No tongue. I won’t give her a thing until she can look me in the eye. “Please,” she whispers through her teeth. When I raise my brows, green eyes settle on mine. She wriggles her hips and repeats, “Please … Jackson.”

My name falling from her lips is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard, so I drive my tongue into her snug hole without taunting her anymore. She scratches at my shoulder with one hand and uses the other to bite down on her knuckles, but it doesn’t stop her from singing my name. Her cries grow louder and louder the closer she gets to coming undone. I suck and lick until she can’t take anymore and she’s grinding my tongue.

“I’ve never—” She moves her hips faster and I know she’s about to explode. “I don’t know if—” A low hum of pleasure erupts from the back of her throat and she throws her head back as it builds into a scream. Her thighs quake around the sides of my head. “Oh, god, what are you doing to me?”

Giving you your first real orgasm, Little Flick. 

Since I’ve got a mouthful of pussy, though, and no intention of giving it up, I simply smirk and tongue her faster as she comes. She scratches at me. Screams and creams. And when she’s given me everything, she squeezes her eyes tightly while the tremors shock through her.      

Temporarily satisfied, I pull away from her body. I sit on the edge of the coffee table and watch as she comes down from her high, panting harshly because she’s out of air. After the waves pass, she parts her long lashes to glance up at me with those big, innocent eyes. 

“What … now?” she gasps.

This girl—this sweet girl with her exquisite body and tight virgin pussy—is going to be my ruin. I can already tell. Turning my body so she can’t see what she’s done to my dick, I reach for the phone to call room service. “Now I feed you. And then—then I feed myself again.”