by Alexx Andria
“Q&A wasn’t part of the deal,” I answered, meeting his gaze. Those dark eyes bored into my soul, seeking weakness. I caved in spite of myself. “I told you, I wanted to save the one thing that was mine to give, to the man I fell in love with.”
“You never felt the urge to fuck?”
My cheeks flamed. “Do you have to use such dirty language?”
“Answer the question.”
I glared and looked away, refusing to answer.
“Ah, shy girl? I like that.”
Jameson set me down on the bed and then immediately began to strip.
I tried to avert my gaze but like a magnet, I was drawn to see what my mind was stubbornly curious about.
The man had a beautiful body, I’d give him that.
Tattoos crisscrossed his body, traveling down the skin in a hodgepodge of sayings, drawings and numbers.
I wanted to know what they meant, what they signified.
My curiosity would be the death of me someday.
“Did you get waxed like you were told?” he asked.
I glared but jerked a short nod. I hadn’t wanted to take any chances of Jameson not following through on some lame technicality.
“Yes. You owe me $75.” My brow raised sardonically when he chuckled as if I were bold to demand anything from him. “I don’t have money to spend frivolously. You’re the one who wanted it…so you can pay for it. Cash please.”
He reached into his wallet and held up a $100 bill then deliberately placed it on his dresser. “It’s yours when we’re finished.”
Great, now I really felt like a whore.
But, why quibble now?
Jameson popped the button on his jeans and my breath caught painfully.
He seemed to enjoy every moment of my consternation. Of course, he would enjoy it. He had no soul.
“How long have you been extorting innocent people?” I asked bravely, hoping that if I kept reminding him that he was doing a despicable thing, he’d come to his senses and let me go.
“You’re the first,” he answered, slowly stepping out of his jeans. And good lord, he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
His member sprung free and I was forced to stare.
It wasn’t the first penis I’d ever seen.
But Jameson wasn’t exactly average by my limited experience.
In fact, I was pretty certain, that thing wasn’t going to fit.
The spit dried in my mouth and all I could do was stare helplessly — and if I were being honest — a little fascinated by how strong and virile he seemed with that massive erection jutting straight toward me like a missile.
“Like what you see?” he asked coyly and I wanted to hiss at him that I thought it was disgusting and, just like him, over-the-top.
Of course, he couldn’t have a normal sized penis!
“Not really. It seems very…veiny. Is that normal? Maybe you ought to see a doctor first.”
He laughed and palmed that massive thing. “I assure you, my cock is perfectly healthy. And eager to get to know you.”
Was I really holding a conversation with Jameson while he held his dick in his hand?
Surreal.
Sort of, like an erotic…nightmare.
“Tell me what you fantasize about,” Jameson instructed, slowly stroking himself.
“No.”
He arched his brow. “No?”
“The deal was sex. Not chatter.”
“You’re in an all-fire hurry aren’t you?” he asked, stalking toward me. I felt like a cornered animal but I lifted my chin and held my ground.
I wasn’t going to let him see me shake.
Even if I was about to faint.
“Touch it,” he directed and I balked.
“What do you mean, ‘touch it’?”
“With your mouth preferably.”
“Absolutely not.”
But even as I didn’t want that thing anywhere near my body, my mouth actually watered as if I were preparing to suck that shaft down my throat.
I hated myself for a variety of reasons but first and foremost…for desiring any sort of sexual contact from Jameson Reed.
The man was the devil.
I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my fists. “Just do it already,” I demanded.
Suddenly, I opened my eyes and he was right there, towering over me, those intense eyes arresting my gaze, holding me captive.
“What are you doing?” I asked, confused.
“Getting you out of your head,” he answered, right before he sealed his mouth to mine.
I wasn’t prepared for the shock of electricity that zapped my insides and sizzled every nerve ending.
His tongue demanded my participation. I couldn’t have refused him if I tried.
My hands were against the solid wall of his chest as he bore down on me.
My body felt small and feminine up against the hard muscle pressed against me.
A breathy moan escaped my lips even as he demanded every ounce of my focus.
His erection prodded at my belly, digging into my soft flesh with an insistence that seemed unreal. It was as if his member had a mind of its own and it wanted to be inside me.
Everything felt melty.
Colors blurred and I lost the edge of my anger for a brief moment.
I didn’t have the option of holding onto anything that wasn’t pleasurable.
He traveled my body and pulled my shorts off without mercy. My panties followed.
My legs automatically tried to close but he slapped them away.
“Let me see that pussy,” he growled and I squeezed my eyes shut even as I allowed my legs to open.
“Good girl,” he said with husky approval at the newly waxed, tender flesh of my groin. His fingers lightly petted my sensitive mound. “Did it hurt?”
“Yes,” I answered tightly, refusing to admit that I’d liked the final look.
I’d never thought to do it for myself but I secretly liked how sexy I felt, how sensual it felt against my own skin.
His chuckle popped my eyelids open as indignation followed but the look in his eyes dried the words.
Against all odds, his touch gentled as he reverently dragged his fingertips across the sensitized flesh and I gasped at the drugging sensuality stealing my senses.
The roughened pad of his index ran along the cleft of my seam and I bit my lip as a whimper threatened to escape.
I covered my eyes.
“Are you afraid?” he asked, his breath warming my exposed flesh. When I refused to answer, his tone roughened. “Look at me, Ivy.”
I dared to lower my hands to fist them at my side. “Of course, I am.”
“Good.”
But before I could respond, his mouth descended on my nether lips and the words were sucked from my mouth as a wild gasp popped.
I didn’t have time to react to the shyness that lived within me.
I panted as the warm, wet sensation of his tongue breaching my folds stole my breath.
Instant pleasure sprang to life between my thighs and I couldn’t breathe for the stunning awareness of every torturous lick and suck on my clitoris.
“You taste good, baby girl,” he growled against my skin, sending shivers rioting down my spine. I didn’t want his approval but I was losing the battle as he continued to feast on my most private of places.
I groaned, my hips lifting against my will, seeking that hot, slippery, marauding force.
My nipples pearled, abrading against the cotton of my bra, aching to be touched.
My belly clenched as tiny spasms rocked my body.
An earthquake of pleasure rumbled as my thighs began to shake.
A thick finger penetrated me even as his tongue continued to drive me ever closer to a cliff I couldn’t avoid.
Two fingers entered me, followed by a third. Heaven help me, I wanted more.
“Tell me you want me inside you,” he told me but I refused, thrashing my head in answer. “Say it, baby girl. Say
it, now.”
Damn you, I wanted to cry out but all that escaped my lips was more breathy moans as sweat began to bead my body.
“Stubborn little shit,” he said with a hint of enjoyment. “You're going to come for me. Whether you like it or not.”
Fingers buried deep, he thrummed my G-spot, pushing me toward a precipice I couldn't avoid if I wanted to.
I cried out, my hips thrusting against his tongue. “Jameson!”
His name burned on my lips, tasting like heaven. My mind was breaking even as my body was yielding.
“P-please…”
“So sweet when you beg,” he said but he didn't relent. If anything my soft mewls pushed him harder, his touch becoming more insistent, more demanding.
I lost myself to the building pressure binding my every thought. Everything seemed centered on one thing — the need to shatter — so I gave in and let it happen.
An explosion of pleasure stiffened my limbs and curled my toes, my fingers clenching the bedding as tightly as my womb was spasming.
I couldn’t think.
Couldn’t speak.
The pleasure so blinding that I lost myself for a brief moment in the black hole of sensation.
Jameson pulled away but not before giving my swollen, pulsing clitoris a small pinch and I cried out as another wave of pleasure rocked me.
What had he done to me?
I opened my eyes to see Jameson watching me with eyes hot with banked hunger.
His erection seemed bigger — if that were even possible — and I wasn’t as fearful any longer.
To my private shame, I wanted him to fill me.
I met his gaze and an unspoken agreement passed between us.
When I came to my senses, I would continue to fight him.
But right now, I wanted to know what else he could make my body do.
Like I said before…curiosity would be the death of me.
Jameson
I ought to feel a pinch of shame, right?
Something that would remind me that what I was doing was wrong.
But I felt none.
Hell, I was impatient to feel her close around me, to know that my cock was the one breaching those virgin walls.
Her reluctant gaze seared my skin, skipping across my flesh with her covert curiosity and I grinned. “You come so sweetly, baby girl. I could listen to you moan all day.”
Ivy’s cheeks burned prettily. I liked the look on her. She was a refreshing change from the usual women I fucked around with.
“On your knees, beautiful.”
She sank to her knees, the plush carpet cushioning the weight of her body as I watched, my hand going to her hair and threading my fingers through it.
The minute Ivy's sweet, pouty lips wrapped around my fat cock, I lost the grip I’d on my control.
She was sexy incarnate and she didn't even know it.
I wanted to know if she'd ever sucked a cock before but I couldn't form the words.
The exquisite pleasure of having Ivy’s mouth on me was more powerful than I would’ve imagined.
Even though her movements were hesitant and unsure, I was wildly aroused, almost to the point that I worried I might come too soon.
For a wild, almost indescribable moment, I almost sank into the fantasy that Ivy was my girl for real and that I not only had the privilege of fucking her every night but sleeping tucked up beside her as well.
Well, shit, who wants to play house all of a sudden?
Not me.
My grip tightened on her scalp and she whimpered but the sound was like pure sexual adrenaline and I pumped against her mouth, shoving my cock down her beautiful throat.
I could come right there — filling her throat with my cream — but I didn't want to come that way.
With a force of pure will I withdrew from her mouth, groaning as I did because, holy fuck was there anything hotter than watching Ivy suck me off?
At the moment — no but I was almost obsessed with the idea of being her first and I couldn't wait another minute.
“Not so fast,” I said, breathing hard, pulling her to her feet. “I would love to come down your throat but the first time I come with you, will not be in your mouth.”
I kissed her hard, plunging my tongue in her mouth, eager to do the same with her pussy.
“You think this is going to happen more than once,” she said breathlessly, still sassy in spite of the fact that she was clearly in my control and I loved it.
God, this woman.
Everything about her made me wild.
“Damn straight,” I growled, spinning her around and pushing her to the bed. “On your knees, sweetness. I want to see that fine ass in my fucking face.”
When she hesitated, I pulled her hips toward me and pushed her face to the bed roughly.
When she protested, I slapped her hard on that sweet ass to remind her that I was driving the bus, not her.
She yelped and her fingers clutched the bedsheets as she squeezed her eyes shut. My hand left a rosy pink print on her pristine, soft flesh and I swallowed a groan.
Would I ever get her out of my system?
Maybe I was screwing myself right now by giving in to my desire to have Ivy when I knew it was a terrible idea.
But even as logic and reason started to crowd my brain, the fact that I was seconds away from plunging balls deep in that virginal pussy blotted out whatever might've constituted as wisdom.
I slid my finger along her damp seam, loving that my mouth had been there only moments before and that the juices seeping from her sweet cunt were there because of me.
Fuck, when had I turned into such a freak?
Only with her.
That was the thing. It was Ivy.
Something about her.
I couldn't deny.
God, fucking hell, this was total obsession.
I couldn’t begin to make heads or tails of why I felt the way I did about her.
I was no different than those weak sods who carried on about their ex-girlfriends after a restraining order's been slapped on their ass.
But I was the cop in this case.
And she wasn't going to turn me in — even though she should.
I squeezed her ass, loving how the plump flesh filled my palm.
For a tiny thing, she had a nice fat ass and I meant that in the best way possible.
“Just do it,” she begged, though there was an edge to her plea.
Baby girl, still thought she was in charge.
I grinned and reached down to pinch the swollen little clit, causing Ivy to groan.
“You're just asking for a spanking, aren't you?”
“Don't you dare,” she said, moving lightening-fast to get away from me but I was faster.
I pulled her to me, laughing. “A good spanking for a bad girl is always fun.”
“I’m not a bad girl,” she said coolly, though heat flashed in her eyes as if the idea of being put over my knee appealed to her in some shameful corner of her secret mind.
Ahhh, the fucking intrigue with this woman was more than I could stand.
“Another time, sweetheart,” I said gruffly, sealing her mouth with mine before she could shoot back a sassy retort.
Then, because my cock was ready to split in half, I tossed her back to the bed and hauled her to her knees again, only this time I didn't hesitate to admire the view.
I framed her ass with my hands, then plunged my cock inside her wet and ready pussy, cleaving that sweet heat like a warrior on the battlefield.
Ivy sucked in a sharp breath, stiffening as I buried myself inside her.
So incredibly tight!
My eyeballs rolled up into my brain as the soft flesh enveloped me like a pleasure vise and I was unaware of anything aside from the sweet heaven cocooning his cock.
“Oh sweet Jesus,” I gasped, pumping into Ivy with abandon.
I was losing control fast. I tried to slow my thrusts but I was a wild man, losing all sense o
f myself within her honeyed walls.
“Fuck. Oh, Jesus, Ivy...you feel so fucking good!”
I gripped her hips as I pounded her hard. I wasn't being gentle in the least.
Maybe if I were in my right mind I might've tried to slow down, to ease into her tight, never-broached pussy but I was lost to reason at the moment.
Everything about the moment was fucked and raw — and yet so right. Never in my life had I ever been so consumed with a woman.
“Ivy….” I gasped, gripping her hips like a man on his deathbed. “Fuck. Me. Ahhhhhhh!”
And then I blew a gasket, flooding her core with my cream, crowing in my head with some sort of victory over a battle I hadn't even known I was waging.
But fuck, I’d won. I felt as if I’d just won the fucking world.
I slowly came to my senses and withdrew my semi-limp cock, as spent as if I’d just run a marathon and collapsed to the bed as she rolled away from me, breathing hard.
I dragged his eyes open as I tried to catch my breath.
It was then I realized she was crying.
And all the good feels shriveled up and died.
Ivy
My virginity was gone.
I had nothing special left to offer the man I would some day marry.
And it was all his fault.
But the worst part?
Even as I wanted to hate Jameson with my last breath, my body sang with the vibrations of a song I was already coming to crave.
His touch was something of a revelation and I didn't want to feel this way about Jameson Reed.
“A guy will want you for more than your virginity,” he said and I looked at him sharply.
“What did you want me for?”
He couldn't answer.
Or maybe he wouldn't answer.
Either way, he remained silent, choosing instead to roll from the bed and gesture for me to come with him.
“Why?”
“You need to piss.”
I balked. “Excuse me?”
“You should always piss after sex.”
“And why is that?” I asked, embarrassed beyond measure that he was giving me any kind of advice regarding my body.
“To avoid bladder infections later. Come.”
“You are not watching me pee,” I retorted, indignant.
“I’m not going to watch you pee, I'm going to start the shower while you pee.”