by Harley Wylde
Chapter Two
Lance
Holy fuck! I had no idea how a piece of ass that fine hadn’t been fucked before now, but she was mine, and I was going to enjoy every fucking moment of this. Just the thought of being the first cock she’d ever had was almost enough to make me come in my pants. The moment she’d stepped out of that car, my dick had wanted her. She was sex personified, and it blew my mind that she was completely untouched. Little did she realize that moment she gave me her first orgasm, she became mine.
She was standing in front of me, taking everything in. There was a hint of nervousness to her, but I could tell she wanted this, wanted me. It had been a while since I’d had a woman, but I didn’t remember ever being this hard before. I could probably have driven nails with my dick.
“I believe I told you to strip out of that dress when we got in here.”
She turned startled eyes toward me and reached for the back of her dress. I heard the zipper rasp, and a moment later, her body was on full display as the garment fell to the floor. Her tits were small, but I couldn’t wait to suck them, and her pussy was gleaming from her climax. She tasted sweet, and I wanted more. I was going to make her come so many times she wouldn’t remember her name.
“Sit on the edge of the desk, princess, and spread those thighs for me. I want to look at you.”
There was crap all over my desk, and I knocked it to the floor so she could sit. Her thighs slowly parted, and her little clit peeked from between her lips. She leaned back on her hands, offering herself to me, despite the blush in her cheeks. I pulled my shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor, her eyes going wide. My chest was tattooed, as were my arms, and I wondered what she thought about the ink. Some women were turned on by it. I’d never given a fuck one way or another, but it mattered this time. I wanted her to want me as much as I wanted her. The moment I’d seen those legs swing out of that little silver coupe, I’d wanted to fuck her.
I stepped between her spread thighs and trailed my hand over her soft skin. She trembled and widened her thighs even more. I’d never seen such a beautiful sight before.
“Unfasten my pants.”
It took her a few minutes, but she managed to unbuckle my belt and get my jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. I always went commando, and my cock thrust through the opening as if aiming for her. She reached for me, her hand hesitantly curling around my shaft. Her touch was light, and I wrapped my hand around hers, tightening her grip as I fucked her hand.
“You’re not going to fit,” she said softly, her eyes wide as she looked at my huge cock.
“Oh, it will fit, princess. All fucking ten inches are going to fit in that sweet little pussy of yours. And you’re going to scream for more.”
The pulse in her throat leaped. It seemed my princess liked dirty talk.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you, princess?”
She shook her head.
“First, I’m going to eat this pretty pussy and make you come again. My tongue is going to love every inch of you and lap up every bit of your cream. Then, you’re going to suck me off so I can take my time with you. I’m going to use you, fill you with my cum, and you’re going to be mine, understand?”
She nodded, but I didn’t think she really got it. Once I’d felt her come on my hand, I’d known she was going to belong to me. No doubt there would be obstacles in the way, her being a rich girl and me coming from the other side of the tracks, but I never backed down from anything I wanted. And for some reason, I wanted her. I wanted her passion, her submission, her everything. I wanted to brand her as mine, so she’d never be able to leave. The primitive side of me wanted to mark her with my cum and make sure everyone knew who she belonged to.
The rational part of my brain knew this was insane and completely barbaric, but I didn’t much care. All I knew was that I was going to make her mine. I was going to tie her to me so that she could never get away. Just the thought of some other guy putting his hands on her was enough to make me put my fist through a wall.
My hands gripped her thighs as I sank to my knees. Her scent teased my nose and my mouth watered. The lips of her pussy were soft against my tongue, and so very wet. It seemed my princess wanted me real bad. I’d pleasured my share of women during my thirty-two years, and I put every bit of that knowledge to good use. The way she squirmed against me made me want her to ride my face, but I wasn’t going to take her on the dirty floor. The moment she’d told me she was a virgin, I should have taken her back to my place, where we’d have a soft bed.
One thing was for sure; I’d never look at my desk the same way again. I’d probably get hard as fuck every time I walked through the door from now on. But the prize currently perched on my desk was definitely worth the discomfort.
I licked, sucked, and nibbled until she was moaning and squirming for more. Her cream coated my tongue. The more I had of her, the more I wanted. I knew I wouldn’t be satisfied until I was balls deep inside of her and she was screaming my name. No way in hell she was leaving this office until I’d claimed her thoroughly. I was going to ruin her for every other man.
My Lady Guinevere made the sweetest noise as she came on my lips and I sucked her clit until tremors wracked her body. Rising to my feet, I gave her a moment to catch her breath. When those blue eyes met mine, I knew that I had her right where I wanted her. That one look said everything I needed to know. She wanted me, needed me, and I was going to make sure she never needed anyone else ever again. I figured access to my cock day and night was a fair trade off for Daddy’s money. I only hoped she agreed.
Pre-cum dribbled from the head of my cock, and it pulsed in perfect rhythm with my heartbeat. My Guinevere sank to her knees in front of me. It was hot as fuck seeing her like that, all flushed from her orgasm and submitting to me. Her small, soft hand gripped my cock as she brought those sweet lips closer. Her little tongue flicked out and lapped the tip of my dick before sucking me between those succulent lips.
“That’s it, princess.” I flexed my hips and sank a little further into her mouth, bumping the back of her throat. I knew she couldn’t take all of me, not without gagging, but what she did manage to suck felt fucking fantastic.
She hummed and moaned around my dick, and I knew I wouldn’t last.
“That’s it, baby. Suck me like a good girl.”
Her hips wiggled at my words, and I wondered if she was even wetter than before. Maybe my princess liked being told what to do. She braced a hand on my hip, her nails lightly biting into my skin. That small tick of pain was enough to make my balls draw up. I knew I was going to come at any moment, no matter how much I wished this could last forever.
“I’m gonna come, baby, and you’re going to take it all. You understand?”
She hummed again, making my grit my teeth for control.
“Take every fucking drop, princess.”
I gripped her hair and took away what little control she had, fucking her mouth with long, deep strokes. She moaned again, and it set me off like a rocket. Spurts of cum bathed her mouth and throat, my hips pumping until every last drop was drained from my balls. Fuck! For a virgin, she sucked cock like a pro.
“Get up here, baby.”
I helped her to her feet, slamming my mouth down on hers, our tastes mingling as my tongue thrust between her lips. Her body melted against me as one leg curled around my hip. Just feeling her soft curves pressed against me was enough to make me hard again. I started to wonder if I’d ever get enough of her, or if I’d walk around with a hard-on for the rest of my life.
I lifted her against me and braced her back against the office door. Her legs went around my waist, and my cock brushed against her wet pussy. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I knew it was inevitable. At least, that’s what I’d heard. I’d never actually taken a virgin before. On my side of town, they were a little rare. Hell, half the girls I’d known ended up pregnant or in prostitution by the age of fifteen. I might not live on the south side of town anymore,
but it didn’t change the fact I’d grown up there.
“We do this, and you’re mine.” I stared into her eyes. “You have to tell me what you want, princess.”
“I want you.” Her fingers caressed my pecs. “I want you to take me, to make me yours.”
I claimed her lips as I slowly sank into her warmth, stretching those tight virgin walls. I felt the barrier of her innocence and pushed through. My Guinevere cried out, and I kissed away the tears that trickled down her cheeks. It took every bit of control I possessed to hold still and let her body adjust to my size, but slowly she relaxed. A few slow strokes and she was begging for more.
“Please, Lance. I need…”
“What do you need, princess? You’ve already got my cock. What else do you want?”
“Harder.”
“Deeper?” I growled softly and nipped her jaw. “You want me to fuck you hard and deep? Is that it, princess?”
She nodded and made the sweetest sounds.
I took her like a man possessed, and maybe I was. Nothing had ever felt as incredible as my Guinevere. She was so fucking tight, so wet. So mine! I wasn’t even sure if she’d realized I’d taken her bare. I knew I was clean, and since she was an innocent I didn’t have to worry about her carrying anything. I’d wanted that skin on skin contact more than anything. It was my first time going bareback, and as fucking fantastic, as it felt, I was never going back. Fuck condoms! Maybe I’d get her pregnant and she’d be mine forever.
Guinevere came apart in my arms, her release coating my cock as I nearly fucked myself into a coma. I knew I was about to come, and I wasn’t about to hold back. One thing was for certain though, once wasn’t going to be enough.
“Tell me you want my cum, princess. Beg me for it.”
She whimpered. “I want your cum.”
“You want me to fill this pussy up?’
“God, yes. Yes, Lance!”
It was all the encouragement I needed. I felt like I busted a nut I came so fucking hard, filling her with everything I had. When I pulled out, I watched as some of it dribbled down her thighs. I carried her over to the desk and laid her out on it, spreading her thighs to look at that pretty pussy dripping with our combined releases. I’d never seen anything sexier.
There was a tinge of blood of my cock, the proof of her innocence, and fuck if it didn’t just make me hard again. I’d never understood those poor fuckers who were all possessive of their women and shit. I’d enjoyed plenty of women in my time, my first when I was only fourteen, but they’d never been more than a temporary stress reliever, just a way to get off without using my hand. But Lady Guinevere was something else.
“You okay, princess?”
She hummed. “I feel incredible.”
I smiled and kissed her stomach. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Her eyes widened a little and her lips parted. “There’s more?”
“Yeah, princess. There’s more. You’re not walking out of here until you’re covered in my cum and every fucker in a fifty-mile radius knows you’re mine.”
“Yours. I thought… I thought you only meant for this one time.”
I leaned down, caging her between my arms. “When I said your virgin pussy was mine, I meant it. The moment you dropped your panties and let me finger your pussy in my truck, you became mine.”
“What… what does that mean, exactly?” She licked her lips. “I have to go home. My father will be mad already that I took off without telling him where I was going.”
“Princess, you’re a grown-ass woman. It’s time to clip that leash your daddy has shoved up your ass.” He smirked. “Besides, once I figure out where I put the lube, there’s not going to be room for anything in there but my cock.”
Her cheeks flushed.
“Oh yeah, baby. Your virgin ass is mine too.”
Her pulse fluttered in her throat, and I knew she was just as turned on by the idea as I was. Fuck, she was so damn perfect for me. Minus the rich daddy who was probably going to do everything in his power to keep us apart. I was going to come on her tits, come in her ass, then take that sweet pussy again. I was feeling territorial and knew I was trying to mark her like a fucking dog, but short of branding my name on her ass, I wasn’t sure how else to get the point across that she was mine now and not daddy’s little girl. I had the urge to throw her over my shoulder and handcuff her to my bed at home until I’d managed to fuck a baby into her.
It wasn’t a completely terrible idea. Sure, Daddy Dearest was going to come looking for her, and that fancy ass car of hers probably had some sort of GPS in it, but just because his darling daughter dropped her car off here didn’t mean I knew where she was. Right? The more I thought about this plan, the more I liked it. Now I just had to convince the princess this was in her best interest.
Chapter Three
Gwen
My mouth dropped open. “You want me to do what?”
“You’re going to move in with me.” He ran his hand up and down my thigh making my pussy clench. “I may not live in some big, fancy house, but I can take care of you, princess. You can’t tell me you aren’t tempted to trade those riches for as many rides on my cock as you want.”
“You don’t even know my name, and you want me to move in?” I asked slowly. I wasn’t sure which was crazier, his idea, or the fact I was tempted. It was a chance to flee my gilded cage. But I would be trading one set of bars for another?
“Sure, I do.” He grinned. “It’s Lady Guinevere.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re close. It’s actually Gwendolyn. My friends and family call me Gwen.”
He trailed kisses up my thigh, his beard tickling my skin. “I think I prefer Gwennie or princess.”
So did I.
“If you don’t come willingly, I’ll just throw you over my shoulder and make sure you’re nice and secure when we get home. And naked. If you don’t have clothes, you can’t escape.”
“You’d kidnap me?”
“It’s only kidnapping if you don’t want to be there.”
I couldn’t fault his logic. But no matter how much I’d love to spend a few days at his house, I knew my father would never allow it. And moving in with him? It was insanity! Wasn’t it? People didn’t just move in together a few hours after meeting. We hadn’t even been properly introduced until now, even if he did know my body better than anyone else. Just because he’d fucked me until I couldn’t stand didn’t mean I should run off into the sunset with him.
On the other hand, all of those men in suits my daddy had always pushed on me had never done anything for me. There hadn’t been so much as a tingle of awareness with any of them, and definitely not with the old lecher who wanted to marry me. He didn’t want a wife in the truest sense, though, he just knew he couldn’t fuck me if he didn’t offer my dad a sweet deal. Thomas Kale III had been eye-fucking me since I turned fifteen, and it hadn’t escaped my notice or my father’s. The sick part was that I knew my father had been in negotiations with the man ever since about letting Thomas marry me, or at the very least, renting me out. He’d probably wanted a college educated wife, and now that college was off the table I’d sealed my fate. No more waiting, they would strike at any moment, and it wouldn’t be marriage on Thomas’ mind.
“What is it, princess? You think your daddy intimidates me?”
“It’s not just my father. His friend, Thomas Kale III, wants me. I’m pretty sure my father has it all arranged already.”
“That old fat guy who lives up on the hill?” Lance asked.
“He’s powerful, Lance. One word and he could ruin your business, repossess your cars, foreclose on your home. With just one word he could completely ruin your life and run you out of town.”
“Princess, I may live in a nice suburb now, but I’m from the south side of town, and if you think some pompous old man is going to run me off, you’d better think again. He may be powerful because of his money, but his friends aren’t the ones who run this town. Mine a
re.”
If he thought that was supposed to comfort me, it didn’t exactly work. Just who were his friends that someone like Thomas wasn’t a threat to them? I’d seen the man in action and I knew he was ruthless. Was Lance trying to say he was friends with gang members? I was pretty sure we didn’t have mafia in our sleepy town, so I couldn’t figure out who else he could mean. Was I trading the violence and suppression I’d known my entire life for a new variety? Would I ever truly be free?
I didn’t want to live in my world anymore, but I wasn’t sure I was ready for Lance’s reality either. I’d gotten off on the dirty talk and the demanding tone he’d used with me, and his body was something out of a romance novel, but was that enough to throw everything away and move in with him?
“I mean it, princess. If you say no, I’m hauling your ass back to home and handcuffing your ass to the bed. If you won’t listen to reason, I’ll just have to give you a reason to stay.”
“A reason to stay?”
He gave me a wicked grin and rubbed my belly. “I bet if I fuck a baby into this gorgeous body, you won’t want to run off.”
Oh, God. His words should have terrified me, made me want to run away, so why was I suddenly very intrigued? I was crazy to even be thinking of running away from my family. It was only a matter of time before my father tracked me to this garage, and he would demand that I return with him. My father was not the type of man who heard the word “no” very often, if ever.
“Lance, you don’t understand. They’re going to come looking for me. They may even involve the police, and the chief is a good friend of my father’s. It’s crazy to even think that we could be together. This was incredible, and I wish it could last longer, but it just can’t.”
He nodded. “Put your dress on.”
My shoulders sagged in both relief and disappointment. He was finally going to see reason and I’d be on my way home just as soon as my car was ready. My thighs were sticky and I should have probably cleaned up, but I didn’t think Lance would want me to wash his scent off my skin. He seemed a little… possessive.