Chapter Two
Chase
Virgins are not my thing.
Who would want a woman that didn’t know what the fuck she was doing in the bedroom? I’d always wanted a woman of experience. Where she knew how to ride, suck, and fuck my dick. I wasn’t interested in teaching a woman what to do.
So why the ever-loving fuck have I just spent a hundred thousand bucks on this piece of ass? For one, I blame my friend. Coming to Cherry was his idea, and Dean loves virgins. He has a thing for popping cherries. I have no idea what his deal is. At thirty-five years old, I thought he’d have grown out of it by now, but it seems with his latest trip, he is still very much an asshole.
Unless you take the fairytale route in the back seediness of the club, there is no way to see the girls first. Instead, Malcolm, club owner and sick fuck, takes pictures of each girl and that’s what the men get to choose from.
This woman, she was different.
Most of the men hadn’t put a bid on her, but I saw something when I looked at her. She didn’t reveal much flesh, and compared to the other women, she was on the fuller side. Even though she tried to hide it, I saw those tits and ass, and I have to say, with her naked beneath me, I’m not disappointed.
Men are supposed to have a type, and I guess that is exactly what I’ve got. I love a woman with some meat on her bones. I don’t like screwing a stick or someone that complains every two minutes that it hurts.
I’m a big guy, I get it, but I’m not that big.
This woman with no name, she is everything I craved. Even as she stares at me with a little fear in her eyes, there is something else, something dark. She wants this. The sight of her slick cunt is evidence of that.
I shouldn’t have come tonight.
I’ve never taken a virgin before.
I don’t even know if I can be gentle with her. Then I remember I don’t have to be.
She’s mine for the taking. I don’t have to be gentle or give her a nice time.
I take.
I fuck.
So long as I keep my fists to myself, it’s all night long that I’ve got a willing slave in my bed.
She’s protected with the guard outside the door. Malcolm makes sure his men always stay put. After tonight, I’m going to have to tell him to find another guard because that one was paid off for a few measly grand.
I can spend that a day on meals with clients to make a couple extra million. I’m a businessman. Money is the currency I’m used to.
The last thing I wanted was for the guard to come in. I don’t like having people around to watch me unless I’m the one in control.
So, the guard had to go.
One look at this woman’s picture and I wanted to know more. She’s here for money, I get that, but there’s something else. I get the sense that if she could, she’d be somewhere else. Somewhere far away from here.
“You ever seen a cock before?” I ask.
She shakes her head.
I smirk. I can’t help it.
It’s a heady feeling, knowing I am the first man to be with this woman. Part of me wants to walk away, but I can’t. I love that she hasn’t waxed her pussy. She keeps her legs open, just like I asked her to.
Does she even realize how beautiful she looks, spread open like that?
Wrapping my fingers around my length, I stare into her brown eyes. So expressive. Her bottom lip is sucked into her mouth, and it makes me want to pull on that lip.
Stepping up to the bed, I take her hand and wrap it around my dick.
The only condition for tonight was a condom. Malcolm was firm on that.
None of the women are looking for a baby or something more.
One night of pleasure.
I paid a hundred thousand dollars for this woman.
I want to make every second count.
Her fingers are cold as they touch my skin. Closing my eyes, I grit my teeth. The pleasure is fucking intense.
Slowly, up and down, I show her what I like.
“Men are different. I like to know you’re touching me, so do it hard. I like a firm touch.”
I squeeze her hand.
Her gaze keeps going from my face to my hand, then back again.
“That’s right, fuck, that feels good. You know you’re doing it right when I stay hard and you get my pre-cum leaking out of the tip.” I groan.
It has been a long time since I’ve been with a woman.
Never have I paid for a woman. This is completely new, but I love the feel of her hands on me. The fire she’s setting within my body. I can’t stop, and I want to just bend her over and fuck her so damn bad it aches.
I shove her hand away from my dick and push her to the bed. Gripping her thighs, I move up, kneeling between so she has no choice but to keep on moving until her head is on the pillows, her brown hair fanning out against the pale white sheets.
Why white?
The whole virgin experience, maybe?
By the time I’m through with this woman, she won’t be able to walk for a week. The first time, I’ve heard, is awful, so I already know I’m going to take her at least twice.
Condoms are in the drawer beside the bed, but I’m not ready to just stick my dick in. I need a taste of this woman. To think, if I’d not decided to come with my friend, I wouldn’t get to experience her first time.
From the moment I saw her picture, I felt this need to be here. To take her. To show her how good it could be with a man. This wasn’t how a woman’s first time should be. There should be lots of flowers, dinner, and something special beforehand. The buildup of intimacy that every other woman got.
She doesn’t have time for that though. I see it in her eyes.
The money for this woman is a last resort.
I’ve never been one to care about another’s business. It’s a dog eat dog world out there, and I’m one of the dogs that eats well.
Kissing down her body, I take each nipple into my mouth, sucking on the hard buds. She wriggles beneath me, and I love the feel of her soft body against mine. Sliding my tongue down the valley of her breasts to her belly button, I tease as I keep her legs open wide. The scent of her sex is so close.
My mouth waters for a taste.
Now, I’m a picky man.
I don’t like tasting a woman’s pussy. The thought of putting my mouth where another man’s dick has been doesn’t appeal to me.
But this woman is pure honey.
No one has known how sweet and sexy she is.
It makes me wonder how many times she’s been overlooked, men just glancing at her before deciding to take someone else.
Their loss is now my gain.
Above her pussy, I open the lips covered in fine hair. Her clit is swollen, and she looks so beautiful. Whoever this woman is, she’s a beauty.
Sliding my tongue across her little nub, I hear her gasp. Her hands clench the sheet on either side of her.
Didn’t she know there was going to be pleasure?
Taking her clit into my mouth, I suck hard and that silent gasp turns into a scream, and it fires my body. Holding the nub between my teeth, I glide my tongue back and forth. I stare up at her, seeing her arch up.
Those perfect, juicy, ripe tits are shaking as I tease her. Her legs stay open. I don’t even need to keep a hold of them.
I see the change inside her and feel it as her pelvis undulates against my mouth. She’s getting so close. I want to feel it wrapped around my dick, but this first time, it’s not going to be easy.
Just thinking about sliding in deep, tearing through that thin barrier that would declare her as mine, turns me the fuck on.
I want this so damn much.
Bringing her to orgasm only fuels my need to be inside her.
I’ve got to have her.
The moment her cry rends the air, I’m done waiting.
I didn’t pay a hundred thousand bucks to give her the sweet version.
I paid to fuck her.
No emotion.
No connection.
She got an orgasm.
Using my fingers, I tease her clit as I tear into one of the condoms. When she can’t take any more of her orgasm, I use both hands to quickly slide the latex over my dick. Settling back between her gorgeous thighs, I run the tip of my dick through her slick heat, bumping her clit.
I hold my cock, place it at her entrance. Putting a hand near her head, I stare into her eyes, the soft brown eyes that are now slightly glazed over as they look at me. I figured I’d want to see myself take her. To slide inside her virgin cunt.
Instead, I want to see her eyes.
To watch as she takes me.
This is it.
I don’t go in nice and easy, giving her a chance to grow accustomed to me inch by inch. There’s no point in that.
I slam forward, piercing through her hymen as I slam in deep, going to the hilt inside her.
I watch as she screams.
Her hands go to my chest as I tear away her innocence, stealing what should belong to someone she cares about.
I don’t give a fuck.
This woman’s mine.
Bought and paid for.
Holding still within her, I feel her pussy tighten around me.
There are tears in her eyes, and she’s biting her lip.
Words haven’t been spoken between us.
I shouldn’t care that I hurt her.
I do fucking care.
It annoys me.
She’s nothing.
Just a fuck and yet I find myself asking her, “Are you okay?”
She nods.
I don’t want head jerks.
“Talk to me, angel.” I don’t know her name.
She licks her lips, looking past my shoulder. “I’m fine.”
I pull out of her and thrust back in. She whimpers, her fingers like claws digging into my chest.
“You’re not fine. Talk to me, angel, or I’m going to keep on doing that. I like the feel of your cunt wrapped around my dick. I can be here all night.”
“It just … it hurts. I knew it would, but I didn’t think it would be that bad.”
Running my hand down her thigh, I cup her hip.
Her body is so sexy.
I love it. I can’t get enough. I’m still leaning on one hand near her head.
“You sold this to me.”
“I know.”
“Why?” I ask.
“I don’t have to tell you that. Malcolm said there doesn’t even have to be any talking.”
I smirk. “I hate to break it to you, angel, I either talk or fuck you. Your choice.”
“Did you even for a second consider the fairy tale?” she asks.
“Not a chance. I’ve got no time for virgins to fall for me.”
She snorted. “You really think that’s an option.”
“You’d be surprised. Why didn’t you pick the fairy tale?” I’m curious now, and it annoys me.
This wasn’t supposed to matter, but it does.