Possessiveness crushes through my blood. Her body is soft, wanting, waiting.

“Stand up,” I command.

She is hesitant. She blinks up at me with piercing eyes, soft with want but fiery with desire.

She sucks her pretty bottom lip between her teeth, biting down softly.

Is that a hint of pain I see in her eyes?

Is that what she wants?

Oh, I am a sick fuck. I want nothing more than to possess this young woman. It is wrong and it is just what I have been looking for.

Avery. Her name dances in my mind.

I thought she’d had me fooled when I saw her luscious skin, all curves and innocence. I thought she was a woman who sold herself. The innocent shit was an act. I’d been sure of it.

How wrong I was.

“Okay…” she mewls innocently. Her eyes widen and her mouth slips open. I reach forward and push my thumb between her lips tenderly, caressing her cheek and neck as I pull it away.

“Bend over,” I say. She is standing in front of me, her beautiful body ripe and ready for me. Even though she is clothed. My cock tents my pants, burning inside my clothes. She needs to be cared for, though. Before I make her mine. Before I bury myself inside her, spoiling her with my cock, making her scream my name.

She presses her body forward slowly, her lips parting. I press forward through the thick air between us and take her lips in mine, sucking her bottom lip between my teeth. She falls against my body, sliding down onto the couch again. She can’t hold herself up. She can’t help herself.

“Turn around,” I say, pulling my mouth away from hers. I grab her hips and guide her so her back is to me, drinking in her curves. “Bend over again. I need to taste you.”

I feel her shudder against my hands, planted firmly on her hips. I want to plunge myself into her so badly, but I won’t. I wait. It’s excruciating, but I wait.

Because that will make it all the sweeter when I finally have her. Sweeter for both of us.

But I don’t matter. I need to keep her. Keep her safe, keep her warm, keep her away from that bullshit place I took her from.

And I don’t care if I need to take my time to do it.

It doesn’t matter.

Nothing matters now except her.

With her back to me, she is waiting. Compliant. But there’s something else inside her too, swirling beautifully with her compliance.

I can feel it on her, coming off her. It was in her eyes when she told her boss she would figure it out. It was a look that told that old prick to fuck off.

It’s fire. It’s determination.

She knows what she wants, doesn’t she?

“As you know, Avery,” I say, sliding my hands from her hips to her ass, “when I purchased your freedom, there was something I had in mind. I didn’t think I was buying you. Because I know you are not for sale. Are you, Avery?”

“No,” she says, turning to me. “I’m not for sale.”

“Then what the hell were you doing in that place, baby?”

“I didn’t know what that place was.”

My heart clenches as I grab the waistband on her black lace panties. They slide down her milky white thighs and reveal heaven to me.

“Finally,” I breathe, taking in her perfect pink pussy with my deliriously tired eyes. “I needed to see you.”

Her scent is fucking perfect, sweet and all mine.

“Whose is this, baby?” I growl.

Avery arches her back, pushing herself closer to me. Lunging toward her, I spread her open with my thumbs, exposing her virgin pink flesh, finding her clit with my tongue. She is like heaven as I slowly glide my tongue in wide motions, flicking against her.

The untouched flesh, the unclaimed skin. I’m harder than I’ve ever been with her. I cannot explain it to myself. But it’s like my eyes have been tired and they’ve been shot with a dose of adrenaline. The heat inside my flesh threatens to burn a hole through my chest.

“Tell me,” I growl. “Tell me whose pussy this is. Whose cherry.”

“It’s yours,” she mewls. She’s beginning to open up to me, her milky, pure thighs trembling under my touch, the lace from her stockings so tempting and almost lurid. I find her clit again and touch her softly, the intensity between us growing.

Growing until it’s about to fucking burst.

“Please,” she whimpers. One finger finds her pink hole, closed and tight. My tongue sweeps against her clit, and I stiffen it as I work in tight circles against her hard pinkness. “Please.”

Her softness is pure silk. I press one finger against her opening, teasing her, pressing toward breaking through, but I hold back.

“I am going to ruin you, baby.” I slide one finger up her seam and find her clit with the pad of my fingertip, rocking against it tightly. “Ruin you until mine is the only name you can think. Until the only words you know are more and please. And yes. Always yes, baby.”

I stand up behind her and whip my belt from my pants in a fury while she turns and gets down on her knees on the couch in front of me.

“No,” I say, pushing her away gently. “You can play with it all you want later. Now, I need you to feel good. And I need you to imagine my cock sliding deep inside you as you cum.”

With fierce intensity I take her face in my hands, guiding her toward me, and she collapses against my chest, her fingers finding the back of my head and lacing through my hair.

I lift her up and her legs wrap elegantly around my waist, locking together at the ankles. She writhes and moves against me, trying to get closer.

Closer.

I can’t get close enough to her like this.

Yanking my pants down as she falls back onto the couch, I grind my cock inside my fist.

“I am burning for you, Avery.”

Our mouths crush together and in a kiss that stops time. The dark, white room around us feels smaller. My cock leaks and drips precum and she instinctively sits up, her mouth agape, her eyebrows knitting together at the center, making them almost meet. She looks in awe and just at the edge of afraid.

“Don’t,” I say. She knows what I mean. I’m not telling her to stop. I’m telling her to keep going - to do what feels right. Because she is making an exchange right now. Shedding off her virginity but not her innocence, taking my cock between her lips without being afraid. “Don’t be afraid. It won’t hurt for very long.”

Her lips meet the head of my cock tentatively before she looks up into my eyes, opens her mouth, and swirls the tip of her tongue against my ridge.

Her tongue works against the head of my cock, licking up all the hot precum that’s come out while I touched and kissed her, inhaled her and imagined her silkiness enveloping me.

She rocks her mouth against me and takes me all the way into her throat, her lips wrapping erotically around the base before she stops, then reverses her motions, pulling her lips away from me again.

“I need you right now,” I growl. “I can’t wait one more second. I can’t.”

I wrap my arm around her small waist, taking her close to my chest as I guide her down onto the sofa. Her legs wrap up around me and I glide against her opening, taught and tight.

When I don’t immediately slide in, my prick stiffens even further, her sweet juices making the head of my cock slick and wet. I push forward against her gently, but I do not begin to breach her hole.

“Gabe,” she moans, biting down on her lip, her eyes finding mine through the dimness of the room, illuminated by the white sky outside. “That feels…”

“I am not going to fuck you, sweetheart. Not yet. I want to make you wait. I want to make you crave me. Because once I mark you, you are mine. Do you understand?”

Her long eyelashes flutter beneath her furrowed brow, her plump, perfect lips parted. I lean down and capture her lip with my teeth tenderly, testing her. Because I know she wants a bit of that. She wants a firm hand and someone to guide her. It’s what she’s looking for.

I saw it in her glance. The way she threw her look over to me in that shithole where she was working. She’s strong but tired.

She wants to give herself over to something. To something else.

To someone else.

To me.