Virgin for Sale

Chapter 23

She licks her lip, and I know she wants it.

There’s no denying that glint of attraction her eyes.

“Do you want money? Will that be the deciding factor for you?”

She wrinkles her nose. “No. I don’t want your money.”

“Good. It’s not on offer.”

“You’re not into any freaky kind of stuff, are you?”

I smirk. I can’t help it. “Maybe, my little virgin, you should try something before you judge.”

“I’m not a virgin anymore.”

“You’re a virgin in more ways than you know.” Kissing her neck, I wait. “Take off your clothes.”

She hesitates for a second before finally unbuttoning her blouse. She’s slow as she does this, the first button coming through the hole and then the next.

The white lace bra she wears is so fucking sexy. My dick is already so hard that I feel a wave of pre- cum spill out the tip. I want inside her.

When she wriggles out of the skirt, I nearly lose it. Her tits shake with each move from side to side, those curves being revealed to me.

I love her fuller figure, the thickness of her thighs, even with the dots of cellulite, her rounded hips and stomach along with her large tits. For me, she is the best fucking package I have to unwrap, and I intend to take my time.

She has no idea what my main plan is, and I’m not about to tell her, not yet. Faye’s not ready to know, but when she does, she’ll be ready to deal with it and with me.

With only her underwear on, she stands before me, looking unsure. There’s no confidence there.

Reaching out, I tease the strap of her bra down her arm, watching it fall loosely to her elbow. I do the same with the next. Pulling her close, I flick the catch of the bra, and it springs open.

I help her remove it, letting the item fall to the floor. Her tits spring free as if they have a mind of their own, and in a way, they do.

Cupping the mounds, I press them together, watching her nipples harden. Licking one beaded nipple, I watch as she gasps, her back arching up, offering them to me.

Her eyes close as I suck on each tip, lathering them, coating her in my spit and running my thumbs across the tips. Her moans fill my office, echoing off the walls.

It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

I release her tits only to grasp her hips. I don’t peel her panties down her body. In a strong grip, I tear them from her, pocketing the fabric.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She’s completely naked now, in my office. Running my hands down her back, I cup her ass, drawing her close so that she feels my erection. My need for her.

“What now?” she asks.

Her voice is breathy as I continue to stroke up her spine.

“Go sit on my sofa.”

I love how red her cheeks are. I didn’t realize how arousing it could be to have a blushing female in my bed, but there’s no getting away from it. I love it. Her innocence, her sweetness, it belongs to me and had from the moment I saw her picture.

She sits down on the sofa, her hands clasped together. She’s trying to cover her body, and I won’t have that.

“Lean back.” She does as I tell her. “Put your legs on the edge of the sofa and then spread them.”

She hesitates again, knowing this will spread her open for me. There won’t be a single part of her to hide.

I kneel before her and stare at her.

Her pussy is slick. Her pubic hair is still neatly trimmed, but the damp curls give away her arousal.

Cupping her knees, I spread them a little wider.

Her tits shake with every single indrawn breath.

Stroking up the inside of her thighs, I tease her pussy, not touching her directly, but close, so close. I hear her moan as I slide back to her knees before advancing up again.

She’s tense, but I figured she would be.

Faye doesn’t know me.

All she’s known between us is this.

Gripping her ankles, I pull them so that they’re on the floor, and then hold her waist. I tug her close so that her ass is on the edge of the sofa.

There’s no getting away now.

Still looking into her eyes, I lean down and touch my tongue to her clit.

She gasps again. The lips of her sex are already open, and I don’t need to spread her wide. Her clit is already so swollen, her pussy soaked with her arousal. My teasing earlier is helping her to relax.

Finally looking away, I stroke down toward her entrance and touch her cunt. I don’t penetrate, just tease of what I can do.

She says my name, once, twice, three times, before finally lifting her pelvis up to my face.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.