The Billionaire's Wicked Virgin

by Blythe Reid

  I knew that he was worried about Embry cutting into the already limited time that we had together, but I’d make it work. I loved Ben, and he came first, but I was ready to start a new life for myself. I was ready for a family, and the idea of Embry carrying my child sent a thrill through me.

  “I still think it’s a little strange,” he said.

  “I’m just going to see what happens, Ben. Don’t worry about it.”

  We made a quick, late breakfast and headed to the game, where I focused on Ben. He was amazing, and I was up cheering for him several times with Mom beside me. Ben invited her to dinner with us, choosing to blurt out that I had a girlfriend as we sat down at the steakhouse. I’d intended on spending time with Ben alone, but if he wanted Mom there, then I was cool with it.

  I saw the look in her eyes and explained the situation as quickly as possible. I saw the smile in her eyes. She dropped it for the moment, but I knew there would be a private discussion later. Once Ben and I were home and I knew that he was headed to a friend’s house, I sent Embry a text telling her to come over and to pack a small bag.

  I got a ‘Yes’ in response, and I grinned as I set my phone down on the counter. This was going to be our night.

  12

  Embry

  I drove over to Trace’s house and parked in the driveway as another car pulled up. A kid Ben’s age went to the door, looking over at me with interest as he rang the doorbell. I laughed, remembering how boys were at that age. I hung back to let them do their thing. Ben came to the door, calling goodbye to his dad as he left the house with his friend. Ben saw me and his friend nudged him, asking him something in a low voice.

  “Night, Embry,” he called out before ducking into the silver SUV in the driveway. Then he was gone.

  Well, all right then.

  I rang the doorbell and heard footsteps before Trace opened the front door.

  “Hi, Embry,” he greeted me, pulling me inside before he kicked the door closed.

  His lips claimed mine in a hungry kiss. I slipped my arms around his neck and met his tongue with mine, feeling the desire hit me like a freight train. After last night, it was safe to assume that Trace and I weren’t going to wait too much longer, and my heart jumped in my throat.

  “We have the house to ourselves tonight,” Trace whispered as he locked the door and dropped my backpack to the ground.

  “Ben doesn’t want to be here with you?” I asked.

  He chuckled into another long kiss. “He’s twelve. He wants to hang out with his friends, but we’ve spent some time together.” Trace reached down to take my hand. “Come upstairs with me.”

  Trace stared at me as I turned to face him, his face hungry and eyes dark.

  “Trace?” I asked as I stepped closer to him, trembling when he touched my face.

  “I’m going to make you mine,” he promised me. “Are you ready?”

  I didn’t answer but instead pulled him to me to kiss him. I was scared but knew that Trace would take care of me. I knew that he would make me feel good based on all the times we’d spent together so far. My knees went weak as I clung to him.

  Trace lifted me against his body and took me to the bed. He covered me with his heavy body as our mouths met hungrily. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling his hard cock against my core as I rocked against him.

  Trace pulled away to strip his clothes off, and I worked my own off, moving up onto the mattress as he crawled across the bed to me to kiss me again.

  His hand squeezed my breasts, and I moaned against him. He slid a hand down my body and between my legs. He slipped two fingers into my wet pussy, and I cried out, feeling him spread me open.

  “I want to fuck you so hard, Embry. I want to make you mine.”

  “Yes, Trace,” I pleaded.

  He started to fuck me with his hand, and his lips sucked at my neck. I was overwhelmed with sensations and emotions as he moved down my body, settling between my legs to suck one of my nipples deep into his mouth. His fingers were still buried inside of me, and his thumb stroked my clit firmly

  I felt the orgasm building inside of me. “Oh, God,” I moaned. “I’m going to come.”

  He added another finger, spreading me open as I clawed his back. It hurt but I wanted more, and I rocked against him violently as I keened with pleasure.

  The orgasm was explosive as I came. I dropped back to the bed, and I let out a long breath. Trace bent down to kiss my pussy, soothing it with his tongue and lips while I closed my eyes.

  I knew that this was the night. As I watched him between my legs, our eyes locked and I knew that he was it for me. I’d known that for longer than I wanted to admit. He sucked my clit between his lips before pulling away from me.

  “I want you on your knees,” Trace told me.

  A shiver ran through me at those words. He bent down to kiss me gently, my taste still on his lips as his erection pressed against my thigh, hot and thick. I pictured the way that the biggest dildo felt inside of me last night and moved over on my stomach, taking a deep breath as I stuck my ass up in the air.

  Trace moved behind me, using his fingers inside of me again as I moaned. He used one hand to spank my ass, making me jerk forward as my juices dripped down my thigh.

  “Fuck me, Trace, please,” I begged him as I felt him pull away from me.

  It was such an empty feeling and I leaned forward as I caught my breath, shaking with need.

  I felt his hands on my hips, and his cock pressed against me.

  “Do you have something for protection?” I asked weakly as he squeezed my skin between his hands.

  “I am taking you bare, baby. I am clean, and I want to come inside of you. I never want anything between us.”

  He teased me with the tip of him, and I pushed back, feeling him enter me. I closed my eyes. Though I’d never made love to someone, I knew I wanted him to be my first. The slight pinch of pain was quickly followed by a warmth I didn’t know could exists.

  “You good?” He gave me a lovingly look that melted me.

  “Yeah. Don’t stop. Please.” I loved feeling his hot skin inside of me, sliding into my wetness as I arched my back.

  He moved deeper and a little faster, increasing his pace with every movement of his hips. I reached out blindly to cling to the iron headboard as he slammed into me, one hand on my hip and one gripping my ass.

  I cried out his name. “Trace!” I screamed as I came. The waves of pleasure rolled through me. He thrust a few more times, coming with a cry as he stilled. I felt his release mixing with mine. We collapsed to the bed, breathing heavily as I felt his damp skin against mine.

  13

  Trace

  I woke up early the following morning, feeling Embry pressed against me. She was warm and so soft. I thought back to the way she felt last night bent over for me and then on her back as I held her feet to my shoulders. Embry felt like a glove around my cock, as if she was built just for me.

  I’d been with a lot of women, but there was something different about her. I slid my arm around her stomach, pulling her closer to me as I kissed her hair. My cock was ready to feel her again, though I thought of another way as she stirred in my arms.

  Embry looked beautiful as she moved in my arms, her eyes still tired as she smiled at me. “Good morning.”

  “How did you sleep?” I asked her as I nuzzled her neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along her soft skin.

  Embry whimpered a bit as I slipped a hand over her stomach and between her legs. I knew that she was new to this, but I was hard as a fucking rock looking at her juicy ass the moment that I woke up.

  “You wore me out last night.” Her voice was soft and gravelly, and I drew her skin between my teeth. “Oh, God.” She dropped her head back, offering me more of her skin. “Are we supposed to do this in the morning?”

  “It’s the best thing about sleepovers,” I told her as I slipped my finger through her slick folds, teasing her as she cried out. “Nothing feels better th
an morning sex, Embry.”

  “I think you’re right,” she moaned, her legs dropping open for me almost automatically.

  I loved that she wanted me the same way I wanted her. I brought her to a release, giving her permission before she yelped and trembled beneath me.

  “I want to try something else today,” I told her as she looked at me. I brushed my lips against her mouth as she breathed in, still shaking from her orgasm. “I want your ass, Embry.”

  “That will hurt, won’t it?” she asked me as I moved my hand up to cup her breast.

  “We’ll work towards it like we did before.” I pulled her nipple with my finger and watched as she jerked. “Turn over on your stomach, Embry.”

  She complied, and I reached for the lube in my drawer to warm her up for my cock in her ass. I loved the feeling of a woman there. I squeezed some of the clear gel on my hand and worked it in my hand to warm it up.

  “On your knees,” I commanded.

  She moved, and I settled behind her, tracing my finger around her pussy slowly before trailing it up between the cheeks of her ass. I knew how to prep a woman for this, and I stroked her and pressed gently into her tight hole slowly. I couldn’t go too deep all at once, but once I was in, I’d work on stretching her out good for me.

  Embry was moaning within a few minutes, and I told her to touch herself while I kept working. I managed to slip half of my middle finger inside of her.

  She moaned and with one movement, eased me in even more. “Trace,” she cried out, moving herself even more onto my finger.

  She was all mine, so compliant and willing to please me.

  I managed to stretch her out using my hand, and when she begged me to take her, I positioned myself behind her. I could see that her legs were shaking as I covered myself with lube and gripped her hips. Her hand was still busy between her legs.

  I slid inside, slow and steady. We both groaned together as I kept easing in, feeling her wrapped around me like a glove.

  “Does it hurt?” I asked her as she let out a shaky breath.

  “There’s pressure more than pain. Just keep moving slow for me, okay?”

  I nodded. I was happy where I was, and I’d be fucking her hard before too long.

  I was moving faster when I spanked her ass, looking down as her pale skin turned pink. I reached a hand forward and tugged on her long hair, moving her body against mine.

  “You’re mine. Your Daddy’s little virgin, aren’t you?”

  “No, I’m Daddy’s little slut,” Embry murmured.

  I smiled and reached an arm around her stomach to hold her still, fucking her harder. She was going to be just that right now. My little slut.

  I closed my eyes as I moved again. We both seemed to love it, and I would never force Embry to do anything, but she was always willing to try new things so far.

  I worked with her to give us both pleasure. I was feeling the pressure when I pulled out of her ass, needing to come inside of her.

  “I am going to take your cunt now, Embry.”

  I pushed her forward, hearing her gasp as I fingered her juicy entrance. The moment I did, she came. I’d been so caught up in the way that she felt that I forgot to tell her when to come. That was all right.

  Now it was my turn.

  I slid my cock into her pussy, finding her wet and hot. I buried myself inside of her before I started to fuck her hard, wanting to fill her with my seed again. I wanted this girl pregnant, and I was going to do everything in my power to achieve that in our time together. It happened nearly instantly with Nadia, so I knew that I was capable of that.

  I shot deep inside, roaring her name as she cried out. Embry was gripping the sheets as she pushed back against me, gripping me tightly. I never wanted to touch another woman like this ever again, and I looked over the sweaty back of the woman that I knew I loved. I’d loved her for a long time.

  14

  Embry

  Once we were done in bed, Trace offered to take me out to breakfast. It was more of a lunch by the time we showered and got ready, since he had a never-ending sex drive, and we had to shower.

  I dressed in my jeans and a loose t-shirt, braiding my hair in the mirror as I watched him get dressed. Trace was everything that I’d ever wanted in a man, and now he was mine. It was a shock how much I never wanted a man until that kiss last year with him. That was the moment that something sparked inside of me, but I had talked myself out of believing that anything could happen. He was older, he was a SEAL that was gone a lot, and I could think of a hundred other reasons why we’d never be together.

  Yet, here we were.

  I had a swimsuit on under my clothes, and he was wearing a pair of shorts that were for the water, while keeping some extra clothes in the car. It was warm and beautiful out today, and we were in San Diego. With so many beautiful beaches, we might end up going in. He packed a bag with a blanket and supplies for a day out, and we headed to a cafe on the water to enjoy lunch.

  I ordered a seafood salad, and we chatted about his leaving again for a short time away. I knew that I loved him and longed to go with him and live his life. I wanted to be his wife and have his children, but I’d never say that. It was too soon, and I was sure that he’d forget about me once he was gone.

  Trace took my hand to lead me over to the railing, looking over a beautiful beach in La Jolla. I looked over the beautiful blue water, breathing in the ocean air.

  “I know that I started thinking seriously about you after that kiss last year. How about you, Embry?”

  I laughed for a moment. I met Trace when I was a little girl, and he was just starting out. He worked under my father and was one of Dad’s favorites, which got him invited to a lot of summer barbeques at our house.

  I always thought that he was so handsome and used to write his last name as mine on endless pieces of paper. The memory made me smile, and I glanced at him.

  “I had a crush on you when I met you the first time. Kid stuff, you know? Once I got older, you started seeing Nadia and brought her over to dinner. Then you had Ben, and I thought to myself that the crush was never going to be anything more. I talked Mom’s ear off about it a lot.”

  He chuckled, then squeezed my hand. He’d started to travel a lot with the SEALs after that, but I remembered him supporting me at their funeral when Ben was only three years old. It devastated both of us when a drunk driver hit them. Trace was like a son to my dad, and he was close to Gramps as well.

  “Then there was that kiss,” I said. “I don’t even remember who started it, but I knew then that I wanted you. I could hardly wait when I heard that you were going to be in town again. I’ve been holding out for you the entire time you were gone.”

  “Me, too. I’d think about you, hoping that you weren’t with another guy. I planned on walking into the bar and claiming you, but it ended up being a little more than expected.” Trace looked at me.

  “Yeah, you were my hero that night,” I remarked as he leaned down to kiss me. It was soft and sweet before he tilted his head to deepen it.

  “Let’s walk down to the beach,” he suggested, a glint in his eyes.

  I frowned and walked with him down the steps to a small and mostly private beach, where we strolled down to one end. Trace seemed to be looking around, but I was focused on the water and everything that I’d just told him.

  Trace pulled me around a bend where we were all alone. “Let’s go in the water.”

  He stripped off his shirt as I stared at him, unable to take my eyes off his muscles. The way I felt about him was so intense.

  I moved to lift my shirt over my head. The hungry look in his eyes made me freeze, and I licked my lips nervously as I realized what he wanted to do to me.

  I shimmied my jeans off and left my clothes in a pile on the warm sand, before following him into the water. Trace moved into the deeper part before he pulled me to him for a deep kiss.

  Yes, he wanted me again. He walked us to an area that had some rocks and slid
my bikini bottoms aside, working my clit with his finger. I was worried about being seen at first but since we were in the water, it wasn’t too obvious what we were doing. Or, so I hoped.

  Once my body started wanting more. I stopped caring. I came from his finger before he ripped off my bottoms and hung them on a rock above us. The red material was so bright, and I blushed as he sat down on a rock and moved me over him.

  15

  Trace

  I held her close as I slid inside of Embry. She was so tight, and I groaned as I spread her open. “Fuck my cock, baby.”

  I felt her press her feet against the rock before she started to move. Embry was so eager. I slipped my hands down to cup her ass, guiding her before I moved closer to her tight hole. I’d fucked it this morning, and right now, I was going to penetrate her with my finger while she fucked me.

  “Trace,” she moaned.

  I filled both of her holes, and she arched her back. She rode me, every movement pushing my finger deep into her ass as she alternated between moaning and crying out my name.

  “I’m going to come, baby. I’m going to fill that sweet pussy,” I whispered in her ear as she clung to my neck.

  I was, too. I was taking every opportunity I could to knock her up and make her mine forever. I wanted Embry, and I wasn’t getting any younger, so a family made sense. I’d always wanted more kids.

  Embry whimpered as she started to grind against me, and I gripped her ass as I came. She let out a groan as her heat washed over me, my cock so tight in her that the water wasn’t touching us. I sat for a moment holding her, letting her body take all of me in.

  I wanted her to get pregnant so badly, and I reached up to pull her hair back so I could kiss her neck. “You’re mine,” I told her.

  She pressed her body closer to mine. I wanted to spend the rest of my life buried inside of Embry.