Liam kneels down in front of me and pulls my panties off slowly, kissing my thighs as he does.
“We aren’t going to be needing these anymore,” he says, smiling up at me.
He picks me up again easily and pops me onto the counter.
“I’m going to go slow with you at first. I’m going to be gentle. But I can’t promise I’m going to be gentle once we start going. Unless that’s what you want, honey. If you want me to go agonizingly slow and make you cum slowly and sweetly, I’ll do it,” he says, slipping a finger under my chin. “But if you want me to pound you out and make you scream and cum hard and fast all over my cock, I can do that too. I have to tell you that’s what I’d personally prefer.”
“That,” I say quickly, “I want the second one.”
“Okay. You wanna be fucked like a real woman, baby? Like the real fucking dirty princess you are?”
“Yes,” I say, my brows knitting and my lips open with want.
Liam
My dirty princess wants it hard and rough for her first time.
God, I am fucking drunk on her. I’m saying things I’ve never said to anyone before. Fantasizing about the next time I get to hold her? That’s not me at all.
But I guess it fucking is me.
This girl has me under a damn spell.
“Spread your legs open for me love,” I command, and she scoots forward, spreading her knees apart. “Now you go at your own speed at first. Fuck me with that sweet little cunt of yours. Take my cock in your hands and guide me inside. Use me as your fuck toy for your first time, because this is all about you. You penetrate yourself on me, wrap my cock up in that delicious little pussy, and then tomorrow and the next day and the next day I’ll make sweet fucking love to you all night long.”
She does exactly as I say, and reaches forward with both hands, taking my cock with her fist, and gently pumps it, making me get even fucking harder.
“That’s right. Now open up for me sweetie.”
Anna bites her bottom lip and brings my cock to her sweet little pussy, and presses herself forward so the head of my cock is just against her tight virgin hole. She presses forward softly, and I meet her motions, pushing myself so achingly slowly against her.
“God, you are tight,” I groan, taking her hips in my hands and keeping her right there.
“Did you think I was lying about being a virgin?” she asks sweetly.
“No, you just feel so good, girl.”
“You make me feel good,” she replies, her eyelids fluttering over her perfect, light brown eyes. “You make me feel so good.”
“Then make yourself feel as good as you fucking can,” I say, pushing my forehead against hers and looking deeply into her eyes. “Spread your pussy out around my cock and let me make you my fucking woman.”
She inches forward, and her eyes move away from my gaze, trailing down my body, along the ridges of flesh and muscle of my body. Her gaze moves down until she is looking at me cock, fucking watching me take her for the first time, watching as her pussy lips spread open so compliantly, so wantonly, as the head of my cock breches her virgin hole.
“That’s right baby,” I say. “You’re not a girl anymore. Now you’re a woman. How do you feel about that? You feel good?”
“Yes,” she mewls, shutting her eyes tight as she pushes forward against my prick. She is so heavenly tight, and silky smooth and so fucking wet. “It feels so good.”
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Anna. You’re mine now. All of you. Now I’m going to fucking take you, you understand?”
She nods sweetly and our mouths crush together as I bury myself deep inside her, forcing her sweet virgin pussy to open up around me, wrap me up tight and fucking hold onto me as I push myself in and out, dragging my thickness against the insides of her walls.
“God, this is not what I expected,” she moans into my mouth, and I feel her lips spreading out into a delicious smile.
“This isn’t what I expected either,” I say, “it’s better. You’re better than I ever could have fucking dreamed.”
Our bodies move together in perfect harmony like it’s the thousandth time we’ve fucked, but it feels so good and fresh and new all at the same time. It’s like being drunk on some old scotch you’ve had a taste of and put away for years, and then when you take it out for a special occasion you know what you’ve been missing. But still, you don’t regret waiting.
It was all worth the wait.
It makes it that much sweeter when you finally have that taste.
“You are perfect, girl. Your curves, your lips, you eyes, your heart.”
And when I say that, our kiss breaks and she looks up at me, confused almost, but then with the kind of clarity that you can’t reason your way to. It’s the kind of clarity that comes on in a sudden flash, like a bolt of lightning in a surprise rainstorm that wasn’t in the forecast. It’s a surprise and a shock and it’s as real as the crack of light shooting across the sky and I can see the storm inside her eyes, as clear as day.
Anna throws her arms around my neck and buries her face in the crook of my shoulder, her lips playing against my neck as I take her breath away.
And my cock is going to fucking burst.
I slam into her over and over, stretching her out, making her mine. Marking her with my kisses and with my hands, working over every inch of her luscious body.
“Anna,” I groan when I feel her pussy tightening up around my full girth, “are you going to cum for your big man?”
“Oh god yes, Liam. I’ve been on the edge of cumming since I saw that picture of you without a shirt on.”
“So that picture did make you wet. That make you rethink following my blog?”
“No,” she moans, “I don’t need to see pictures of you. I get to see you in the flesh.”
Her fingers dance over my chest and my abs, and I know I’ve got this girl for good.
I can’t explain how or why it’s happening, but she is my fucking dream girl.
“Then cum all over my cock baby,” I growl, taking her ass in my hands and pulling her so close to me. “You cum for your big man. And milk every last drop of my cum. I’m gonna cum deep inside you so you know who you belong to.”
Her head falls back gently and I catch her, weaving my fingers through the fucking gorgeous cascade of dark brown hair that’s come out of the simple little ponytail she was wearing when I first propped her up on my kitchen counter.
“Cum with me now, girl,” I groan, and I feel the spark between us fucking crackle and sizzle, and she begins moaning ever so sweetly and innocently as I pump my seed deep inside her.
“Yes, oh god yes Liam,” she moans, “fill me up. Make me yours. That feels so good.”
“That’s all I want to do baby,” I growl, pulling her hair and kissing her neck, “I just want to make you feel good and know who you belong to.”
Her body squirms underneath me as our hips rise and fall in unison, the sound of our fucking filling up my apartment like a dirty song that I want to play over and over inside my head.
But I won’t have to. Because I’ll get to hear it live whenever I want.
I cum harder than I ever have before, and this perfect creature of a girl wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck and holds on tight for the ride, moaning sweetly in my ear, saying yes over and over like a good girl should.
My good girl, my Anna. Now you’re my dirty girl.
Anna
Liam holds me close as I come down from the mind-blowing thing I’ve just experience.
Was that sex or something else? Because it didn’t feel like anything my girlfriends have described to me before. It didn’t even feel anything like the orgasms I’ve had at night when I fantasize about being taken, swept off my feet by a dirty-mouthed, sexy man like Liam.
What just happened has set my world on fire.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers in my ear, holding me close, making me feel perfect. “You are so
fucking lovely.”
Liam sighs deeply, and I suddenly can feel my heart pounding against his chest; I can feel his heart pounding against mine.
“And you are...really something else,” I say.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he says, his eyes smiling at me.
He holds me for what feels like an eternity, but it stops all too soon at the same time.
We pull away from each other, and it’s not awkward at all. Okay, so inside maybe I feel a bit strange, but it’s not a bad kind of strange. It’s just excitement and newness, and that’s because this all is exciting and new.
Liam is exciting and new.
“Here,” he says, picking his dress shirt up, “I know it was on the floor, but the floor is very clean. So clean you could eat off of it. So if you want to put this on, please do. I want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
He starts to put the shirt on my shoulders, but I push him away gently and hop off the counter.
“No,” I say, “it’s okay. I actually kind of like being naked around you.”
“I knew you weren’t a prude. A virgin maybe, but not a prude.”
“Nope,” I say, walking away from him, popping my chin over my shoulder.
He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me, holding me close, nuzzling his chin against the back of my neck as he sweetly pushes my hair away.
“I knew you’d like that,” he says. “Now let me fix a shower for you. I want you to be comfortable. I want you to feel good. I want to spoil you a little bit.”
“You don’t have heated floors in your bathroom by any chance, do you?”
“How’d you know?” he says, kissing me on the top of my head.
The bathroom is pure luxury. My bathroom at home is alright, or at least I thought it was before I saw this one.
The shower is hot and beats down hard on my skin, and it’s a little bittersweet to have my first shower after my very first time. I can still smell his cologne on me, feel his kisses on my thighs, and it’s all being washed away.
But I know that there will be more time with him.
And for a second, I really believe I am his girlfriend.
Like he said, we already like each other. But like he also said, he has no time for a girlfriend. Hell, that’s why I’m here to begin with.
After my shower, I step out of the big glass rectangle onto - yep, he has them - big, white, heated tiles that feel so decadent and like pure silk under my feet, even though they’re hard to the touch. They feel soft and smooth against my feet, and I suddenly realize how tired I am from the day, and how much my feet are aching from standing around in high heels almost every day for the past year.
I leave the en-suite bathroom and make my way into his bedroom, which is simple and modern and understated in its luxury. Everything is white and grey, and in the dim moonlight spilling through the large window, I can see the Empire State Building in Central Park.
Continuing into the bedroom, I go over to a simple, sleek mantle over a small television set. There’s a row of picture frames, and as I scan over each of them, I see an old, black and white photo of a two people sitting on a rock next to a creek, the man looking down and playing a guitar, the woman smiling at him with her toes in the water.
There’s another photo of Liam and another man who looks a lot like him, and is about his age, with another, older man.
“I see you’ve found my family secrets,” I hear Liam say behind me as he enters the room.
“It’s no secret that you have a family,” I say, picking up the second picture to get a closer look. “This is your brother and dad, isn’t it?”
“Yep, those are the guys,” he says, taking the picture frame gently. “They can be pricks sometimes, but I still love them. That’s why I have these pictures here.”
“And what about this one?” I say, pointing to the old black and white photo. “Who are these two?”
“Those are my mom’s parents,” he says, with obvious love in his voice. “They weren’t city people. As you can see from the picture, these were country people.”
He adds a cute little twang to his voice.
“Well,” I say, “they seem like very nice people.”
“They are. I don’t really see them all that much. I barely have enough time to see the people I actually work with. I should really go up to see them more often. Maybe you can come with me.”
“Me?” I say, wrapping my soft robe around me.
“Why do you say that like it’s a crazy idea?” he says, putting the picture frame down. “You’d like them. They’re not like me at all. My grandparents are definitely not the most tech-savvy people.”
“So now you’re comparing me to your grandparents?” I say. “Ouch.”
“Not in a bad way,” he says, putting his arms around my waist. “In a good way. They’re good people like you. I’m telling you, you’d like ‘em.”
“Do you think they’d like me?” I say.
“Oh baby, they would love you.”
“Then let’s do it. Let’s go see them.”
He puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes my long wet hair behind my shoulders.
“We will. But first you have to meet my father.”
Liam
“We should probably get some of the formalities of our arrangement out of the way first,” I say. “I think we got a little bit ahead of ourselves there for a minute.”
And we did. The order wasn’t supposed to be like this. It’s supposed to be more like this -
First comes love.
Then comes marriage.
Not first comes a spark of undeniable attraction, then comes perfect sex with the innocent dirty girl of your dreams, then comes a contract for a fake relationship.
But as my father always told me, I’m not all that traditional.
“Of course,” she says, “you are a businessman first and foremost. We should absolutely discuss our arrangement.”
“I’ve never negotiated a contract with someone as adorable as you,” I say and her eyes light up at me.
“Do you have an office or something we can use to discuss?” Anna says, glowering at me.
“No,” I say, taking her sweet, delicate face in my hands. “We’re discussing it here.”
I guide her over to the bed and we both sit down on the edge, facing each other. She sweetly pulls her legs up under her, and leans into me like she just wants me to take her again.
“So what do I get out of all this? I may not be as experienced in business as you -”
“Baby, you’re not as experienced in anything as I am, but you will be.”
“I was going to say,” she replies sweetly, “I may not be as experienced in business as you are, but I do want everything in writing. I want everything hammered out before we agree to anything.”
“So the hot fucking I just gave you, the way you kept begging me to take you, that wasn’t part of the fake girlfriend thing? That was all real?”
She looks down and then her eyes glide up to mine, and I slip a finger under her chin, gazing into her eyes.
“Yes,” she says, “real sex. But that doesn’t mean I’m your girlfriend.”
“Of course,” I say, liking this little dance of hers.
But I have bigger fucking plans for her. Girlfriend? Fuck that.
She’s already more than that to me.
I’ve lost my mind for this girl.
“So what did you have in mind for me?”
I sigh deeply and put my hands on my knees, getting up and pacing over to my photo collection.
“Let me explain something about my father. He is all about appearances. I mentioned to you earlier that he is traditional. He doesn’t like most of the shit I get into. What he does like is my ideas, and the direction I want to take his company in, but he doesn’t like that I am single. Now, I don’t think he actually wants me to get married right away or anything, but what he does want is to see a nice girl on my arm.”
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nbsp; “So it’s not like he gave you an ultimatum or anything?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head, “not exactly. But there is a board of directors meeting coming up, and I know my brother wants to become president of the company when my father announces his retirement in three months. But I want to be president because, like I mentioned before, I like how the company is run. It’s actually my dad’s vision, to have it remain a family business. But he’s older now and I think he will just go along with my brother’s vision of things, just to keep the peace and keep the investors happy.”
“And you think having a girl on your arm will help you look more serious about the company. You think having a more traditional image will make your father see you as the future of the company.”
“Yeah,” I say, “exactly.”
“But why don’t you think it matter so much?” she asks, cocking her head to the side. “If your dad ultimately agrees with your vision for the company, why don’t you just tell him your plans and show him that your way is the better direction?”
“I hate to say it,” I explain, “but appearances really are the most important thing to a lot of these people.”
“But not to you,” she says. “Like you said before, you think things should be more egalitarian.”
“Right,” I say. “So you were listening to me.”
“I was listening. You’re not just a pretty face a rock-hard abs. You’re actually a pretty smart guy too.”
“And you’re not just sinful curves and a face that brings me to my knees. You’re a cool, smart chick too.”
“You’re pretty cool yourself,” she says, standing up and walking over to me.
“You know, I’ve gotten so many compliments and likes, and yet yours is the only person whose opinion I care about, all of a sudden.”
“Then you better work hard to make me happy,” she says sweetly, with that sassy, smart, pretty little mouth.
“I have a few ideas on how to make you happy.”
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