by Coco Miller
Fuck, yes.
I ram harder, picking up my pace. Smooth and hard.
My heart is heavy with something I can’t identify. Our eyes lock as I get balls deep inside of her. My eyes connect with her soft browns. I can see everything in them. She’s enjoying this. She loves this. Her virginity is now mine and I won’t forget it. I won’t forget this gift she’s giving especially to me.
Our bodies climb, both of us close to reaching our climax. I need to make sure she races off first. I want her to come all over me. I need to make sure she’s enjoying this.
“Come for me,” I say.
She breathes hard, her chest rising and falling with each pump of her tiny body. I pick up my pace, racing toward the ending of this, whatever it is.
I care about this girl, but I shouldn’t be feeling anything toward her. After I get off, I need to regain composure and control of the situation. She’s just an escort and nothing more. A means to an end.
Thoughts fill my mind, warding off my release just a bit. She’s like a ravenous minx, unable to get enough of my giant cock. Her hands fly to my hair, pulling and tugging. She kisses my neck, nibbling on the skin as she goes.
“I’m so close, Victor.”
Fuck– the need in her voice pushes me closer to the intended goal.
I know the moment she comes. Her body shoots off. Her pussy pulses and grips my cock. It’s all too much. I could fuck this girl forever.
Her spasms are too hot for me to ignore. “Fuck, baby, your little pussy.”
“Oh, God,” she cries.
“You’re so tight. Fuck. I love your wet cunt.” I love fucking this girl.
She comes and comes, her body not stopping, and I keep pushing deeper loving the feel of her sweet pussy pulsating around my cock. And then without warning, it hits me like a tidal wave. My orgasm washes through me, and all the pent-up energy releases. Gone are the long nights of working too much. Gone are the worries over every little thing. I keep coming, never wanting to stop with this girl. She’s perfect in every way.
Her body relaxes with the last of her tremors, releasing her fatigued muscles into a satiated mess. I pump once more and wait for my body to calm. After both our bodies have returned to normal, I climb off her.
Entering the bathroom, I dispose of the condom and grab a washcloth. With warm water, I wet the cloth and bring it back to her. I press it firmly between her legs.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yeah,” she whispers.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I ask her. “Come with me.”
She doesn’t even question my motives, but rather just places her small hand in mine and allows me to lead her into the bathroom.
I set the shower and turn around taking in her young, tight body. A body that will forever be claimed by me. Right now, I need to take care of her. I pull her to me, pressing my lips against hers.
“Get your sexy body in that shower, baby. I’m going to take care of you differently now.”
She steps in and I follow right behind, turning her so the water rushes over her body. Shit, it’s going to take all my willpower not to fuck her again in here. Her pussy isn’t ready for that, not yet anyway.
I pull her back against my front and pick up the soap. I lather it in my hands and run them over her soft, dark skin. She’s so responsive to my touch. Her nipples harden and goosebumps cover her arms. Reaching her pussy, I softly wash it and her head drops back onto my shoulder. I bite her ear and whisper, “As much as I’d love to fuck this tight pussy again, you’re not ready yet.”
“I’m ready,” she argues.
Cupping her pussy, and massaging her clit, I kiss her neck. “Not yet, I’ll hurt you, and that’s not something I’m willing to do. Right now, I’m going to finish washing you. Let me take care of you, Isabel.”
Without another word, I wash her body and take care of her like she deserves. When I’m done, I pull her wet curves to mine and kiss the hell out of her, pushing my hard cock against her sore pussy, so she knows exactly the effect she has on me.
“Victor,” she moans, and I smile against her lips.
“You feel my hard cock? That’s what you do to me. That’s the power you have over me. I will fuck you again but not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to hold you in my arms while you sleep.”
Turning off the shower, I dry her off and we return to the bedroom. Pulling out one of my shirts, I hand it to her and slip into my black boxers.
Grabbing her hand, I bring her into bed with me and lie down. She places her head on my chest, and I run my fingers over her soft skin. It doesn’t take long before her breathing is soft and she’s fallen fast asleep.
16
Isabel
Don’t ever let anyone ever tell you that you aren’t exquisite in every way possible, because that’s how I feel right now. Exquisite. Like I’m glowing from the inside out.
Victor warned me I would be sore today, but I’m not, and that very thought has me hoping that tonight we can do it again. He’s turned me into some sex nympho.
Of course I know that isn’t true. The truth of the matter is I may have fallen for him. I know it’s so soon, and I shouldn’t be having these feelings at all but I do. So sue me.
Worst part is, I don’t know what to do about it. I have no idea how to tell him I care about him. He’d probably ship me back to my sister’s house without a single dime, and I can’t risk that. No, I need the money. This isn’t just about me. I have to do what’s right and not telling the man of my dreams I’m in love with him is just that.
The next morning, we all hustle down to the dining hall for breakfast. I’m starving. I definitely worked up an appetite last night.
Victor holds my hand and we sit beside each other. I can’t stop smiling, and I swear everyone is staring at us.
“Is everyone staring at us?” I ask Victor, leaning into whisper in his ear.
“At you.”
I blush. “I feel like everyone knows what we did last night.”
He smiles, wide. “If they do, I’m sure all the men are jealous right now.”
I glance down. “Yeah right.”
He tips my chin up to meet my gaze. “Do you not realize how beautiful you are?”
I want to tell him how I feel right now. In this moment is when I want to shout it from the rooftops, but Gregory interrupts everyone with his early morning toast.
Victor places a hand on my knee and squeezes. It finally feels so natural being here. Like I belong. I excuse myself from the table and go out into the hallway in search of the ladies room.
“Can you believe he brought that woman here?” a woman’s voice says just out of eyeshot.
I entered the bathroom, and there’s a wall in front of me, but I don’t dare move.
“Listen, he can’t be serious about a woman like that,” another woman says. “Victor Vaughn is too important to really be engaged to trash.”
“I heard he only brought her along to talk to Jaden,” the same woman from before says.
I leave the bathroom, heading straight back to our room on the second floor. I fall face first into the bed.
I shouldn’t be shaken by the words of those women but I am. They were right. I am not one of them and Victor did hire me. None of this is real and wishing for it all to be isn’t going to change things.
I can’t believe I let myself have sex with a man for money, because that’s what I ultimately just did. By the end of this week I will no longer be a virgin and he would have deposited a large sum of money in my checking account. That is a transaction. That’s not a relationship.
I always said I would save my virginity for the one.
I’m so ashamed.
I head into the bathroom, taking a shower to erase the pain away.
I’m such a fool.
17
Victor
Isabel has been in the restroom for quite a while. I excuse myself from the table, rushing down the hall to check on her. When I get t
o the ladies room, a group of women I’ve known a while come out.
“Did you see my fiancee?” I ask them.
They shake their heads no and try to strike up a conversation, but I’m not listening to anything they have to say. I’m already racing toward the stairs to our bedroom. When I step inside, I hear the shower running. I knock against the bathroom door.
“Isabel, are you ok?” I’m kind of terrified wondering why in the world she decided to take another shower right now. “Isabel.” I knock a little louder.
The water shuts off, and I knock again. “Isabel, answer me dammit.”
She whips open the door, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Leave me alone.”
“What’s wrong?”
She brushes past me in nothing but a cherry-cloth robe. “Let me just pull myself together. I just need a minute.”
I grab her arm, pulling her around to face me. “Pull yourself together for what? What happened?”
She shakes her head. “I just forgot myself for a bit.”
“What do you mean?”
She stops for a second and her eyes meet mine. “I forgot all of this was fake.”
My heart drops. I step closer. “It isn’t fake for me.”
I pick her up and carry her to the bed.
One fuck to end all fucks.
One touch to end all touches.
I’ve never needed anyone so badly. It’s insane how crazy I am over her, and I barely know her.
One fuck to end all fucks I think to myself. As if. I’ll never stop fucking her.
I throw her on the bed, and I’m not gentle about it. I want to be, but I’m too damn hard, too damn excited and too damn angry. I want to make my point. I’m pissed at her for not knowing how I feel about her. I thought I made it clear last night, when I took her virginity and made her mine. Did she think I didn’t care? Did she really believe I could fuck a woman like her and ever forget the way it all felt? Well, she’s dead wrong.
I kiss her, starting at her ankles, making my way up to rest on the inside of her thigh. I kiss her all over, claiming every inch of her with my tongue.
“This is mine.” I run my hands over her mound, and then drag my fingers through her wetness. I remove her robe as I get closer, more intimate with her body.
“You’re mine and I’m not faking anything either.”
She smiles with small tears in the corners of her eyes ,and it’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. I move up her body, claiming as I go.
“Oh Victor,” she moans as I kiss along her toned stomach, making my way up her chest.
I reach her tits, so fucking hot, and bring one into my mouth, sucking her nipple between my teeth.
Her hands are in my hair, loving everything about the way I’m handling her. My cock is so hard, and I can’t stand to be on the outside of her any longer. “I need you, Isabel.”
Her eyes meet mine and she nods her head before moaning out my name. I flip her over, wanting her from behind, knowing full well she probably won’t be able to handle it, but I vow to go slow. I vow to take it easy with my girl.
“On your hands and knees,” I tell her.
She eyes me from over her shoulder and bites her bottom lip.
And I come undone.
I push at her entrance, taking special care to take it easy. But it’s just too hard, she’s so damn wet. I push in further as her body accepts me.
“Oh Victor, don’t stop,” she cries out.
I feel like a damn teenager unable to stop fucking this woman. She’s perfect for me and her body takes my cock like it was made for it.
After this weekend, I’m taking her away from the agency. No more selling herself to anyone. She doesn’t need to do that shit anymore. I’ll take her away from her old life and give her a new one. She will be my life and I hers.
I wrap my hand around her shoulder as I pound away inside her. She’s mine now. I keep pounding, forgetting myself inside her. Forgetting the whole goddamn world. She makes me want to conquer it all for her.
My skin heats up, my orgasm so fucking close. Her orgasm already lighting up the room as she cries and screams out.
There’s a bunch of people downstairs and all I care about is the one in this room, the one with my cock filling her up. This is where I want to be all week. Inside of her.
I keep thrusting, keep pumping as she moans. I’m so close to losing my bearings, but she turns her head, and I kiss her lips. It centers me, making me remember this woman is the one I want.
I get off with one of the hardest, most epic orgasms of all time. It’s one for the record books.
As soon as we both come down and get ourselves presentable again, we head back downstairs.
“Will you tell me what happened?” I ask her.
She shakes her head. “It isn’t important.”
I stop and turn her to face me. “This won’t work if we aren’t honest with each other.”
She smiles, her eyes connecting with mine. “Just some women here don’t agree with your choice of a wife.”
I wrap an arm around her. “I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks.” I kiss the top of her head. “And you shouldn’t either.”
We head outside to where everyone is sitting around tables playing card games.
“Gambling?” She smiles.
“Playing for charity,” I say back to explain to her how we can gamble within the no gambling laws of the state.
Little does the state know that most of us own our own charities. Now don’t go thinking we’re crooks, we do feed the homeless, or whatever our charities are created to do, but come on, the tax breaks are always helpful.
We sit down to a table with Jaden and an elderly couple. “Mind if we join?” Isabel asks.
Jaden and the couple smile and we both take a seat. The dealer deals out the cards, and Isabel holds her cards where I can see them.
She has a pair.
“Don’t let anyone see your cards,” I say, leaning over to whisper in her ear.
“Well, stop cheating and you won’t see them.” She pulls the cards closer to her chest.
I laugh. “Have you played before?”
She wiggles her eyebrows at me. “I’m really good.”
“I don’t doubt that. You’re good at everything.” I say suggestively.
My mind runs away from me for a second, and everyone is already placing bets. I fold, because I can’t stop watching Isabel and how she works the table.
She wins the first hand, and the second and third.
She’s a natural, and I couldn’t be more proud of her. Not only is she winning, but she’s like a gypsy the way she captures every man’s attention, reading their tells, making them unsure if they should call or fold.
It’s mesmerizing.
For the rest of the night, I watch her instead of play and I don’t mind a bit. Normally I like owning the room, but watching this woman own it gives me a sense of satisfaction. I shake my head.
My woman.
She owns this room like she’s beginning to own me.
18
Isabel
Watching Victor walk out of the crashing waves as the sun sets, his rippling abs soaked with the salt water of the ocean, is like something from a commercial. I imagine running my tongue along his thick muscles and again I’m wet between my legs before he steps closer.
“Water’s nice. You should go for a swim,” he says, toweling off the dripping water from his dark hair.
“I’m more of a voyeur of swimmers. I don’t really do it much.”
He cocks a brow. “Really? Why’s that?”
I fidget my fingers against the sarong I wear and glance up to him. “I don’t know how to swim.”
“Blasphemy. Get up. I’m teaching you right now.” He reaches his hand out to help me up.
I slap it away. “No, that’s okay.”
He reaches his hand out again. “I’m not taking no for an answer.”
I huff a breath as I take hi
s hand. “Fine.”
I can't believe I'm doing this. I’m not afraid of water or anything silly like that. I just never learned. Nana never had extra cash for lessons. But now with Victor, I’m nervous. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because I know he’s going to have his hands all over my body in public and people will be staring at us.
When I remove my sarong from around my waist, the low hiss from his lips as he stares at me has my body reacting. I blush as he tightens his hold on my hand.
“Just let go and try to have a little fun. Remember, I’ve got you.”
“Okay,” I mumble under my breath.
“You need to trust me; I won’t let you sink.”
The cold-water rushes against our toes as we step into the waves coming in along the shore.
The beach is quiet and his large hand encases mine. We wade further into the water until we’re both waist deep. He sinks his body and lets go of my hand.
“Like this. Bend your knees, and we’ll go a little further out in a bit.”
I do as he requests and swirl my arms in the water.
He teaches me a quick lesson on treading water as the waves bob us up and down.
An hour later and I have successfully learned the breast stroke and how to tread water. I'm proud of myself. He taught me well.
It wasn't easy concentrating on his directions considering every time his hands landed on my hips to help me, butterflies were flitting around in my stomach. As we head up to the house, he lingers behind me.
“Are you coming?” I ask, pointing in the direction of the house.
“Not yet, but I’d like to be.” He smiles a wicked grin as I turn back around.
The double entendre of his meaning is not lost on me, but I pretend I don’t notice. He wades out of the water, wrapping his arms around my waist. We head back to the house, taking a shortcut through a patch of woods. He leads me further into them. As soon as we are a good way out of view, he stops.