Be My First: A Billionaire and Virgin Romance

by Lauren Wood

  “I hope that I’m ready for this, because he already warned me that going down on him was maybe not the best use of my time. If I’m ready or not, it doesn’t matter, because here he comes.”

  His seed came out of him in wave after wave and just when Melissa thought that he was done, he would give off a short burst. When he finally pulled free, she felt that the elixir of life that she had just been given had awakened all her senses. Her blood felt like it was boiling and she squirmed underneath his caress, until it finally subsided.

  She lies there in a post coital desire, not quite knowing what had happened. She remembered going after Cole and then the rest of it was a blur. It finally came back to her and at first she was terrified, but then the feeling of being wanted surrounded her.

  “I do hope that you’re not done. If you are, then you’re just a tease, Caldor and I am ready to go again. This time, I want you to consume me.” Melissa had no idea why she was saying this, but deep down she knew that it was exactly what she wanted.

  There was this smell in the air, almost like it was being permeated from his skin. His cock head was leaking what was left along her lips and she traced it with her fingertips, until she watched with bated breath, as he began to climb back to a hard and strengthened condition.

  “I think that you are exactly what I need, Melissa. You will be a welcome addition to my family. They may not like it, but they will have to accept it nonetheless.” He began to slap that huge plum size knob against her clit. Melissa made this involuntary whimper of delight. She could not stop herself and she reached down to grab him by the base.

  “I want that and I want it now. Don’t make me wait.” She was now feeling that urge and he had somehow turned her, so that she was on her hands and knees on the floor. This was the way that he enjoyed his women and Melissa saw this in his eyes looking over her shoulder.

  “The first one was for you, Melissa but this one is for me. I need an heir to the throne and your body is the perfect incubator to give me a son.” With those words came the feeling of being full and when she wanted to scream, but nothing came out. Her mind was completely overcome and overwhelmed by Caldor’s presence behind her.

  “Normally, I would hope that he was gentle, but I don’t want any of that. I’ve already told him that I want to submit willingly to his body. If he doesn’t give me his best, then I will know that he’s not serious about making this work.”

  Caldor was moving against her and for her part; she was moving back to get him, as deep as possible. This was better than lying on her back and she felt feral and was delving into her primal nature. Her lips were constantly being attacked and after everything was said and done, she knew that those same lips would be swollen. It would give her that well fucked look and would probably make her walk a little funny for the next couple of days.

  “I will never get over how easily a human woman stretches to receive those of my kind. Your body has this elasticity that women from our own race don’t have. I love how you squirt your juices along my shaft and over my balls at the same time. The feeling of that heat is super charging my libido. It’s going to get rough from this moment on.”

  Melissa had never wanted to be subdued, but now that she was having her hands pulled back and he was using them as leverage, it was better than anything that she could even think of.

  “I don’t know how to tell him that I’m just a slave for his cock. Maybe I don’t have to and he’s already shown me that he knows how to take command. He is my master and I will be the woman behind the leader.”

  Melissa felt him bearing down and now he was standing over top of her with his hands holding her wrists and fucking her with abandon. The loud slapping sounds was continual and just when she thought she had enough, she dug deep and found a reserve of energy that was hiding in plain sight.

  Caldor was breathing heavy and there was this sheen of something on his skin that was coming out of his pores. It was dripping onto her back and being absorbed into her skin. It set her body ablaze and there was this warmth that covered her from head to toe.

  She was not about to give total control away, even though for the most part, she was just there to please him. She did reach down and grab onto his bristly balls. It was a good thing it was stubble, because it probably would have cut her otherwise. She squeezed, maybe a little bit too tight, but it sure had the desired reaction that she was looking for.

  Caldor’s cock lurched, but he continued to seek out her most pleasured area. His knob was rubbing against her G spot and he purposely concentrated on that one place. Lightning bolts that were flashing in front of her eyes only served to make her gave in to a man that she hardly knew.

  They continued to go after each other for a very long time and with her sense of time skewed, she had no idea how long it had actually been. It felt like forever and every muscle in her body was screaming for him to unload.

  “I’m cumming again.” She didn’t know how many times it had been and it was like he was able to play her body like a musical instrument. The masterpiece that was created was a cacophony of orgasmic sounds that had no end.

  “I don’t know how much more I can take of this. I hope that he cums soon, because I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep up with him. I’m surprised that I’ve been able to go this long.”

  She had certainly opened up and she was a little afraid to see what would happen after he had pulled out. She got this image of a hot dog down a hallway, but for some reason she did not believe that she had been wrecked. In fact, she felt tighter than ever and his drippings were coating the walls of her sex and making them that way.

  “That’s it, take it, Angela… Take it and know that you’ve been owned by me. We will never be apart and this will give me a… Son.” He erupted like a volcano and his molten lava of love was consumed from within. It was almost as daunting as the first one to save her life. She held on through his manly attack and then when he pulled free, she slumped forward with no visible energy left.

  He lay down on top of her and whispered “Sleep now my precious flower, because when you awake your new life begins by my side.”

  THE END

  I AM HIS GIFT

  Chapter 1

  Where is Gemma Darlings? Gemma rolled her eyes and dropped the magazine in disgust. Someone had slipped it under her door late last night or early this morning. It was obviously at attempt to rattle her, but Gemma was better than that. She was far more resilient than the public wanted to believe.

  Still, curiosity got the best of her, and she bent down to pick it up again. Flipping through its pages until she found her story, she leaned against the counter and skimmed over the first few sentences.

  Six months have passed since American Sweetheart Gemma Darlings was caught in the arms of married photographer Spencer Harkers. Since the announced divorce of the Harkers couple, the model has since disappeared. Rumor has it that the make-up giant Flawless and clothing designer Stephan Tolstov had both broken their contracts with her. Will Gemma Darlings rise again?

  “Rubbish,” Gemma muttered as she tossed the magazine on the counter. Of course, none of it was actual rubbish. There were pictures of her in the arms of her favorite photographer, Spencer was in the middle of a divorce, and she’d been fired from all of her contracts. The public might love a scandal, but no one wanted to be associated with the home wrecker. Spencer and his wife were a beloved duo in the photography world, and people couldn’t believe that Spencer would cheat on her.

  All it had taken was one picture for Gemma to go from beloved role model to the woman in red. And the hits had just kept on coming. Piled next to her on the counter were the bills with past-due notices. Her phone and her electricity would be cut off within days. If she didn’t find a way to make some money soon, they’d repossess her car and kick her out of her apartment.

  Her beloved apartment. Nestled on the California coast, it overlooked the majestic Pacific Ocean. She made a point to be home as much as possible so she
could sit out on her deck and watch the sun set. The golds and reds across the horizon would shimmy and glitter across the cascading waves of the water. Growing up, she’d always wanted a beach view home, and this place was her crowning success. It was the trophy of all that she had accomplished, and she was going to lose it.

  “How the mighty do fall,” she murmured as she swept her hand across the counter angrily. The bills fluttered to the floor, and she had to fight back her tears. She blamed Spencer for this. It was all his fault.

  The phone rang, and she lunged for it. Normally it was only collection agencies calling for their money, but she never gave up hope that someone would want to work with her again. The name Elizabeth Towney danced across the screen. For a moment, she almost ignored it. Lizzie used to be one of her oldest friends, but they’d drifted apart with Gemma’s success. But this wasn’t the time to be ignoring contacts.

  “Lizzie,” she said in what she hoped was a delighted tone. “How are you?”

  “Hi Gemma,” she said cautiously. “I’m good. It’s been awhile. I’ve actually been in France for the past couple of months, and I just got back. My mailbox and voicemail is flooded with invites to do interviews about you. What the hell is going on?”

  Gemma narrowed her eyes. Lizzie wouldn’t actually agree to do those interviews, would she? They hadn’t talked in months, but surely she wouldn’t betray her like that. “Just a little scandal,” she said breezily. “Nothing to be concerned about.”

  “I read the article in Celebrity magazine. It seems like more than just a little scandal. Gemma, I know we’ve been a part for awhile, but I still love you, and now I’m concerned about you.”

  Feeling the tears prick her eyes, Gemma took a deep breath. She and Lizzie had been roommates back before Gemma had gotten famous. Together they’d waded through the life that was the scum of Los Angeles. Now she had no idea what Lizzie was doing with her life. What kind of friend was she?

  “I’m broke,” she admitted softly. “God, Lizzie, I’m about to lose everything. And I really don’t know what to do. Absolutely no one will hire me. I worked so hard, and now it’s all reduced to one stupid picture in a tabloid.”

  “Oh Gemma,” her friend exclaimed. “Come over. We’ll open up a bottle of wine and talk all about it.”

  Gemma sniffled and took a deep breath. “You don’t have to do that. I know I’ve been a shitty friend.”

  “Nonsense. You need someone, and I’m here for you. And that’s all that matters right now. I’d come there, but I’m up to my elbows in pasta. I’ll text you the address, and you can come sit and chat. Together, we’ll figure something out.”

  Up to her elbows in pasta? Lizzie always did like to cook. “Thank you,” Gemma said tearfully, and she meant it. All of her model friends had ditched her as soon as the scandal broke. When Gemma refused to talk about it, they put as much distance between them and her as possible. She’d almost forgotten what it was like to have a friend.

  She was resilient. She reminded herself of that over and over again as she grabbed her coat. She’d make it through, even if she did it with a friend by her side.

  ***

  Charlie Connor lounged on his couch and stared at the ceiling. He had three hours before he was supposed to make an appearance at his birthday bash across town, but he was still wearing only his silk boxers.

  His thirty-fifth birthday party was the talk of the city. More than five hundred people were invited, and when Charlie glanced over the list, he realized that he didn’t really know even half of them. Those that he was closest to weren’t even on the list. Instead it was all about the A-list. Actors, politicians, models, and singers could celebrate his life with him, but his best friend wasn’t allowed in. Shawn Silva was hardly A-list. He was just an employee at Connor Industries. Apparently twenty years of friendship didn’t land a man an invitation.

  The party was supposed to be spectacular. The Victoria secret models would be there. They were flying in the greatest mixologists from all over the world to come up with brand new cocktails, and some well-known blonde singer was supposed to debut her newest song.

  There was also a talk of a floating pool. And Charlie didn’t give a damn about it. He had far more on his mind on his thirty-fifth birthday than attending yet another public function. He didn’t want to see the press. He didn’t want to schmooze investors. He just wanted to turn on the television and lose him in mindless dribble for the night.

  Most would say that he’d accomplished quite a bit at the age of thirty-five. Connor Industries was thriving. It was one of the biggest corporations in the country, and he had his hand in countless pies. But Connor Industries had been his father’s brainchild. It had been great when Charlie inherited it. He’d made it better, but for Charlie, that just didn’t seem to be enough.

  Something was missing. He’d been feeling it for a while now. But he just couldn’t figure out what it was.

  Instead of reaching for the remote, he grabbed his phone instead. Shawn picked up on the first ring. “Happy birthday old man.”

  “Old man? You turn thirty-five next month,” Charlie grumbled.

  “Yup. And that still makes you older than me. Why aren’t you drunk by now? It’s three in the afternoon. Last weekend you said that if you remember anything from your party, you weren’t celebrating correctly.”

  “What happens if I just skip the party? You can come over here, and we’ll order pizza and play on the Xbox all night.”

  Shawn chuckled. “That sounds awesome, but I’m fairly certain your PR representative would have me assassinated if you skipped your party to be with me. And I have plans to live to see my thirty-fifth birthday. Besides, I’m in New York right now.”

  “Why are you in New York?” Charlie frowned.

  “Jesus Charlie, you are in a mood. I’m here for the investors meeting. Remember?”

  “Ah, shit. That’s right.” Charlie closed his eyes and sighed. So much for hanging out with Shawn all night. “How’s that going?”

  “It’s how you think it’s going. A bunch of white men with white hair trying to outdo each other with numbers and figures. I’m ready for a drink, and I haven’t even had lunch.”

  “Guess I should get ready for my party,” Charlie grumbled.

  “Dude, you are one of the richest men in the city. Barring that, you are a fucking adult. It’s your birthday. If you don’t want to go to your own damn party, don’t go. So it might be a PR nightmare. It’s not like your company is at risk of going under if you don’t make an appearance. Quit trying to make the important people happy. For once, do something that makes you happy. And by that, I don’t mean try your hand at banging all of the Victoria Secret models again.”

  “There are still two holding out on me,” Charlie murmured as he grinned at the memory. The press had a field day with those photos.

  “If you want to stay in watching television, do that. If you want to go skinny-dipping in the ocean alone, do that. If you want to join your best friend in a series of mind-numbing meetings in New York, I’m not going to stop you,” Shawn joked.

  “Well, you’ve made it sound so fun,” Charlie said dryly. “But you’re not wrong. I should be able to say how I spend my birthday. And it shouldn’t be with a ton of people I barely know.”

  “Whatever you decide to do, be careful. The paparazzi will eat you alive if they discover that you’re not at your party. Where are you?”

  “Condo on Pierce Drive.”

  “That’s good. No one has caught on that you own that place. Damn. Perkins is giving me the death stare. I’d better get going. Call me later.”

  Charlie was about to say something else, but Shawn hung up. With a shrug, Charlie tossed the phone on the table and pursed his lips. Making a decision, he jolted up and ran into the kitchen. Opening up one of the drawers, he started pulling out to-go menus. As one slid out of his reach, he bent down to pick it up.

  Towney Catering.

  Someone had given it to hi
m a few weeks ago and mentioned that it was new and hip. Just the two things he hated the most. But when he opened it up, he couldn’t help but see a few things that sounded good.

  Vaulting over the couch back, he landed hard on the cushions and leaned his head back. He was going to spend the night with good food, good movies, and possibly good porn.

  With a wicked smile, he picked up the phone and dialed his public relations agent. “Johnson,” he said brightly. “I’m really not feeling all that well.”

  Chapter 2

  Gemma took off her sunglasses, hat, and wig when she entered Lizzie’s place. It was an expansive warehouse that has been converted into a catering business. The counter tops were covered in a beautiful gray marble, and the appliances were a dazzling stainless steel. She thought her own kitchen was impressive, but it was nothing compared to this.

  “You made it!” Lizzie beamed as she rushed towards her. She went in for a hug but stopped and looked at her arms. They were covered in sauce. “I’d hug you, but I don’t think this sauce is going to go with your outfit.”

  Looking down at her expensive Italian silk white shirt that she’d paired with her dark tight jeans, Gemma shrugged. “Looks aren’t getting me very far these days anyways,” she said as she leaned in for the hug.

  “Oh, sweetheart. You made it to the top on looks and brains, and don’t let anyone tell you differently,” Lizzie said as she went back the pot she had on the oven. She was shorter than the average woman with dark hair and naturally olive skin. Although she was pretty, she did very little in the way of make-up.

  Spinning a vintage bight orange dining room chair around, Gemma slumped in it. “My brains don’t seem to be kicking in now. I’m broke. I’m beyond broke. I’m literally days away from losing my apartment.”