Can't Buy My Love: Billionaire and Virgin Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  Tommy mimics my movements. He starts to pull down my casual t-shirt so that my shoulders, collarbone, and breasts are more visible — like I’m a model in an ad, but I don’t mind. Even if I drive home like this, I’m not going to be embarrassed.

  Already, with just a few kisses and the feeling of Tommy’s fingers on my neck and chest, I’m wet, throbbing, and pulsing. If that wasn’t hard enough to deal with, Tommy suddenly brings his hands down from my chest to my crotch.

  There, he lovingly and knowingly fondles me, making me slump toward the steering wheel. Under his touch, my pussy begins to ache with heat and tenderness. Even with layers of clothing between my pussy and his hand, my lower lips moisten. I imagine there’s nothing between us. No clothes. No possible audience.

  “When you said you were willing and equipped to give me what I needed, you weren’t lying, pet,” whispers Tommy devilishly as he strokes me more through my pants.

  He traces the shape of my folds through the fabric with his thumb and forefinger.

  “You’re ready right now.” He pauses, giving my clit a small pinch and a flick. “But you have to wait until we get back to your place. A whole ten or fifteen minutes,” adds Tommy huskily. “Maybe longer if there’s traffic to deal with.”

  He leans in, licking and nibbling my ear then my cheek. “My poor pet.”

  I pull away, showing him how much he is getting to me and how much I enjoy being toyed with by him. But, to keep up this bit of banter between us, I grab his earlobe and pinch it. I tweak it in much the same way my mother used to when I was being a brat.

  “Yes, poor boss,” I say, “but I’d be more worried about yourself, sir. Just because you’ve spent some of your shots, it doesn’t mean you’re done.” I smile at him, returning my hand to the wheel.

  “Touché,” he says, and continues to fondle me from below the steering wheel, even as I back us out of our parking spot, and we glide around to one of the many exits to the place. “And just because you’re driving, that doesn’t mean I’m done giving you a hand or preparing you for when we get home, Melissa.”

  He smiles widely, watching me suck in breath after breath, and try to keep my eyes on the road. “You’re going to have to put up with this the whole way back, traffic or not, and you better not get pulled over by the cops for driving funny.”

  He adds this just as I leave the shopping mall, and head for the freeway entrance again — the one going the opposite way, to take us home. And it’s that, along with a grab and fondle of my breasts and nipples, that causes me to slam on the brakes when I wasn’t going that fast, to begin with.

  “No cops,” he says warningly. The smile he has on his lips, it’s just the kind I love. Something in between deliciously noble, and disastrously naughty.

  I break eye contact with Tommy and focus on turning onto the offramp. As I do, he continues to rub and stroke me, looking at any and all changes in my face as he does.

  As I bring the car up to freeway speeds, I pray for light traffic, merciful traffic lights, anything to get home, and out of the driver’s seat as fast as possible.

  The drive home for me over the next 10 to 15 minutes is tricky. Nothing else in my life has been so sweet and so torturous at the same time. So difficult to bear, and so freeing. True to his promise, Tommy kept up his dominating assault on my body for the whole drive.

  No matter what the traffic was like, what stops and starts we had, his hands never left me. His attentions never ceased, even when I was finding it difficult to think, focus on the road, or put enough pressure on the brakes and gas.

  Each time this happened, Tommy would just remind me that I couldn’t get caught, get in trouble with the cops, or else. Or else my time with him would be ruined, due to me getting unwanted attention and a driving infraction.

  Somehow, despite feeling like I’m about to cream in my pants at least three separate times during the drive home from the mall, we make it back to my condo. The minute I pull into the space, throw on my brakes and take the keys out of the ignition, Tommy pulls his hand away.

  As he does, he smiles. He laughs mischievously as if he’s just now decided to keep his hands to himself. He gets out of the car the next second, seeming to have also decided to start playing hard to get.

  The way he walks away from the car, I know he’s egging me on. So much bounce and jiggle in his big, round ass — that’s to whet my already-awakened appetite. This is further confirmed when he turns slightly on his heels, looks over his shoulder, and winks at me.

  I scramble out of my seat belt, out my door, and toward him. As I do, I sloppily close my door and lock it. I also decide that I’m going to leave the bags of clothing in the car for now. Not the best decision, since they are in clear view of any passersby who might be on the lookout for something good to steal, but I’m not in the mood to waste any more time.

  I’ve already been blissfully tortured for the last 10 to 15 minutes by Tommy’s hand on my pants, and I can’t wait another minute or another second beyond what it takes me to get to my front door, inside, and undressed.

  As I catch up to Tommy, he lets me take the lead. He lets me climb the small flight of stairs up to my particular condo. As I do just that, he follows behind. His steps are soft and thoughtful. I know without looking that he’s drinking in the view of me from behind — the way my ass moves and shifts as I climb the stairs ahead of him. I blush, feeling my pussy ache.

  Just a little bit longer, I tell myself. Just a few more minutes, and he’ll be all yours. You’ll be all his, and you can finally turn all of this discomfort into pleasure. More pleasure than you’ve had in years.

  I continue to climb the stairs, feeling my heart rate and breathing escalate. I’m shaking as I reach up to hold onto the banister.

  Finally, after what seems like a small, endless eternity, I’m at my front door. Tommy’s close behind. Though he sounds a bit winded from the exercise, he sounds more excited, with this as my backdrop, I reach into my pocket and grab that my keys.

  They are not immediately obvious to my fingers, but after a little bit of digging, I find them. Only to drop them on the concrete, as I try to bring the key to lock. That’s how badly I’m shaking. After bending down to pick up the keys — and feeling Tommy rub his hand up, down and all around my ass appreciatively — I manage to get us into my condo.

  Once inside, all of the hunger and anticipation inside me break free. Before Tommy even has time to do the honors of closing my front door all the way, I start to strip. I take off my shirt and pants, throwing each item of clothing aside, as I descend into my sunken living room, where I plan to put myself or Tommy on display.

  Reaching the couch, I’m down to nothing but my underwear and bra. Throughout getting down the small set of carpeted stairs and across the living room, I’ve managed to dispatch my shoes, socks, belt buckle, pants, and shirt. They’re all around the room as if I’ve already had wild sex, not just been preparing myself for it.

  By the time I turn around to sit on the couch, Tommy’s there. He pushes me down on the couch, but not before taking my last bit of clothing from me — my underwear and bra, marveling at my breasts and hips.

  Chapter Forty-Six - Tommy

  Melissa’s body is everything I dreamed it would be, and more. It’s on the small side compared to mine, but it’s still a force to be reckoned with. It is a thing of beauty. Perfect curves. Perfect shape to her breasts. Perfect pussy.

  She opens her legs a bit wider, letting me get a closer look at her lower lips and opening. They are pink and wet with moisture, letting me know that she wants me just as much as I want her. And I do want her. I want her badly, and roughly. I want her to do everything that I order.

  I drop to my knees in front of this majestic, once-in-a-lifetime sight and begin sucking on her clit. I get my saliva over every inch of her lower lips, imagining what they’re going to feel like wrapped around my cock. I imagine what every inch of my cock is going to do inside
her when it starts to stretch and stroke places I’ve literally only dreamed of touching.

  Until now. Until today.

  As I’m moving my lips and tongue up and down her slit, being sure to give special attention to her clit, I hear Melissa gasp. She sucks in a breath that’s so swift and intense, she actually jerks under it and spasms, like she’s had the air punched out of her. Instead of moaning uncomfortably, she whines sweetly and softly.

  That sound is so soft and sweet, it drives me to lick and suck her more. I travel up and down her folds with more speed and dedication than before. As I do, I make my own noises of pleasure and contentment. And it’s not to make her feel better. It’s not as any part of an “act” or anything. She really does taste and feel good to me — to my mouth and my tongue.

  On one of my trips up her soft, silky slit, I decide to brush her with my fingers. She shivers under my touch. Knowing that I am pleasing her, I lick one of my fingers, covering it with my spit, and rub it all around her, in preparation for more.

  She moans as I slip the finger inside of her, touching the soft walls of her pussy, caressing them till I find the one spot that holds all her pleasure. I rub over her g-spot over and over, fucking her hard with my finger.

  As I’m pumping Melissa’s pussy with my wet, slick hand, I whisper, “Do you like the way your boss treats you, pet? Do you like the way he is rewarding you after he was being so mean and holding out on you in the car?”

  As these words pass my lips, my dick clenches. The muscles deep inside it quake, thirsting for a taste of her.

  “Yes,” says Melissa quietly, opening her eyes just a bit to look at me.

  She’s had them closed during most of this process, but now that they’re open, I enjoy their quiet smoldering. Their soft warmth, both encouraging me and goading me on to more and more.

  “Oh yes, sir,” she adds, arching up into my hand. “You treat me so well. And you weren’t mean. You were simply doing what bosses do. Making the job difficult, but so rewarding.”

  As she says this, she goes from halfheartedly pumping her hips into my hand, to going at it fiercely. Enough to have my dick getting jealous of my fingers

  If it let her do this too much longer, and she’s going to cum. Something I don’t want happening until I’m buried balls-deep in her with her tied up.

  This has been the thing I’ve wanted so much since I became her boyfriend — to fully and completely penetrate her while she is at my mercy — made to feel the depths of pleasure and release inside her and having Melissa cum on my hand will lessen that.

  I take away my hand, whispering gruffly, “Your boss wants you. In a way he’s never wanted anyone before, I want you to be bound to my every whim.”

  I pause, feeling heat growing in my hard cock and flooding the rest of my body. While I doubt most bosses confess to their dominate side, I’ve tried to do it in a way that doesn’t scare her.

  Instead of looking shocked, Melissa looks pleased.

  “Take me any way you like, sir,” she whispers breathlessly.

  Excited, I tell her, “Onto the couch and turn around.”

  Eagerly she does as I order, climbing onto the couch and pivoting herself so that she’s propped over one of the armrests. With nothing else close by, I grab her discarded slacks. They are soft enough for my purposes.

  I wind the fabric around her wrists. I do so slowly, intent on enticing her, though I doubt I need to do much of that.

  As I pull the slacks tight, binding her wrists, she says, “I’ve never done anything like this before, Tommy, but I’d be happy to be your pet.”

  She blushes more deeply, spreading her legs wide for me.

  “You’re the only guy I would want to take me this way.”

  “Good.”

  My tone is caught between soft and commanding. And it’s not surprising. I’m caught between acting the part of the “boss” — the one who’s in control and in command — and the boyfriend, the one who’s ready and willing to do anything this wonderful woman asks.

  Some girls might be turned off by this. Especially when going out with someone from the office who outranks them. Those kinds of girls would probably stop the date right now, disgusted that I’m even tying her up. But not Melissa.

  She just shifts her position on the couch, and bucks her hips, begging me to take her. As she does, I grab my wallet and pull out a condom.

  I open it with my teeth, take out the condom, and slide it onto my rock hard rod. Seeing Melissa tied up and waiting for me is a dream come true. My dick is ready for her. It’s aching to be inside of her.

  “I like my boss being my boss in the bedroom.” The way she says this, it’s full of lust and excitement. “What a generous and kind offer! My boss, a man who could have anything he asks for, take any woman as his own, he offers himself up to me!”

  As Melissa speaks, I can hear her grunting softly with desire.

  “My boss is the most generous there is, and I will be happy to take him up on his offer for a hard fuck.”

  As she says this, she bucks her hips at me. She holds her legs further apart than before so I can climb up onto the couch between them.

  Her pussy is so wet for me. All I care about is feeling it wrapped around my thick, curvy cock, and fucking her hard as her hands are tied. My cock twitches, jumping up slightly, in anticipation of what it’s been hungering for since I first saw her: rough, hot sex.

  As Melissa begins to back into me and her pussy rubs over my dick, her juices wipe onto my cock and down onto my balls. I really start to tremble.

  My body jumps and shakes, realizing how close I am now. No more than a few seconds until I take her, and I get my first real taste of her pussy.

  “Are you sure you want this, pet?” I ask Melissa, my voice soft yet hungry. “Do you really want me to take you in your pussy like I’m the one who’s the boss of you?”

  She moans, massaging more of her slit over the length of my hard cock. My cockhead bumps into her clit repeatedly.

  “Are you sure you want me to dominate you? Make you mine, even though we work together?”

  I savor the feeling of her lower lips rubbing on me. I’m thirsting for her to the point where my dick is swelling with cum, but I don’t want to cum too soon. I want this moment to last.

  “Yes,” she murmurs, “I want you to dominate me. Take me as your own, Tommy.”

  I let out a shaking breath, sliding my cock along her warm, wet pussy. It feels so good, I need to hold back.

  “And I will never let you go, pet.”

  Chapter Forty-Seven - Melissa

  He wants me. He says he will never let me go. Me! This is what I always wanted, but never gave myself the chance to hope for! Until now!

  Even though I am under Tommy and feeling his huge, thick cock tease my clit, my mind’s a buzz with what Tommy’s just let slip — that he wants to keep me like this. That’s the promise he’s just made.

  Just that thought alone makes my pussy wetter and more sensitive, though it’s empty and aching to be filled. I move back and forth over his hard cock feeling all the more turned on by the fact that my hands are bound. I love the submissive feeling.

  Dennis never tied me up. He was always turned off by the very idea. He told me if I ever was tied up, it was just an excuse for me to be lazy, and he would only do it if he were drunk or drugged out of his mind. That he would never willingly submit to such games, not even if it was for me.

  But not Tommy. He’s comfortable with dominating me. He is taking control, even though it is new to him.

  Thinking this, my pussy twitches impatiently, ready for action. It is ready for a taste of his big, juicy cock. I’ve been rubbing on him for the last few minutes now, just a daring him to fill me. I want him to impale me with everything he has, all the way down to his balls.

  Tommy’s a way better man than Dennis ever was. He’s a confident and secure man when it comes to his body and his “role
” in the bedroom, despite having some confidence issues elsewhere.

  As I’m thinking this, I feel Tommy pull away slightly.

  “You’re too eager, pet,” he teases. “I don’t think I’m going to give you my big cock yet.”

  I whimper like a good pet, as two of his big beefy fingers rub onto my lower lips then slip inside me. He carefully and quickly adds a third finger to the little bit of pleasure he’s giving me before the main event.

  Under this stimulation, I groan and grunt, feeling my pussy spread wide open.

  I lick my lips, unashamed that his hard fingers and thrusting motions are actually making me drool.

  Oh, my God! If he’s really dominate, then this is going to be sweeter than anything I ever had with Dennis. Sweeter than any fantasy I ever had before, during, or after dating that loser!

  Slowly and methodically, Tommy moves his fingers in and out of my pussy, being sure to tickle my g-spot and stimulate as much of the walls as possible. Within seconds of doing this, I begin to tremble and shake for real. I groan and grind against his fingers like I’m sex-starved — which I kind of am.

  I smile as he increases his speed for a few pumps. Then, he pushes his fingers as far as they will go inside me. Up to their knuckles and a bit beyond, just to see how well I take it. I stiffen a bit under the bony, hard feeling of his knuckles, but I don’t shy away or squirm at all. I just brace myself with both elbows, and let him continue.

  With his fingers all the way inside my core, my pussy starts to throb and vibrate.

  “Is it true that you’re all mine, pet?” he asks, leaning forward to kiss my cheeks, one after the other.

  “Yes,” I say, in a breathy voice that I barely hear, “it’s true. I’m yours to do whatever you want with. Ever since we met, I’ve wanted it to be you. And I will always want it to be you who has me, not Dennis, not anyone else. Not now, not ever.”

  “I want that too, pet,” he admits, somewhat breathless.