The Virgin Escort: A Billionaire & Virgin Romance

by Virginia Sexton

  Instead, I straighten up while continuing to finger her clit. I need to see just how dirty my girl is. I take hold of the narrow butt plug once more and grind it in and out of her tight hole in slow, measured movements. I allow my hips to get into the motion, the plug replicating the motion as though it were me thrusting inside of her. Those high pitched moans come more frequently, and her ass twitches against my cock.

  She’s so responsive to my touch, it’s driving me crazy. I pick up the pace, moving the plug in and out of her with the more fevered tempo my hips get into as I vicariously fulfill my need to be inside of her. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers as I stroke up and down her slit, and Grace comes hard as I fuck her ass. She goes wobbly, and I pull her bare back up against my chest, wrapping my arms around her to support her from falling.

  My lips go to the hollow underneath her jaw, and her breast fits perfectly into the palm of my hand. I massage and kiss, loving how this woman feels against my body. She tips her head back against my shoulder, melting into me, her hands reaching behind her to grab at the back of my head and rub over my wet hair.

  I’m in trouble. I’m supposed to be training this woman to be an escort for other men, and all I want is to have her all to myself.

  I pull away, the distance growing between our bodies feeling like a tear opening up inside of me. I grab my towel once more and begin to mop off as though drying myself will brush away the feelings rising up inside of me. I need to push away. “I have to go to the office, but I’ll be home at lunch to insert the next size.”

  “The next size?”

  Her voice snaps me out of my momentary effort to be a hard ass. She stands at the doorway of the shower, dripping wet — oh, God — in more ways than one. I’m going to have a serious problem keeping my cock under control. That jockstrap is going to get a lot of use this week.

  “Yes, Grace. As I said, that’s one of the smaller sizes.” I take my cock by the base and put my index finger up next to it for a size comparison. “You’re going to want something else inside of you in between these two to get you warmed up.”

  There’s a red flush from her orgasm still apparent on her breasts and up her neck — so fucking hot. She bites at her bottom lip once more, her eyes slowly traveling from my cock up my chest and into my eyes. “You’re going to—?”

  How am I going to handle being this hard all the time? “I’m going to be inside you tonight. Let’s go eat.”

  It’s when he came home from lunch I knew. I’m not bought yet, but I’m sold. I want him. I don’t just want Kaden’s cock — I want his hands, his lips, his scent, that husky voice whispering in my ear. He’d given me everything I wanted but his manhood when he came home for lunch and slipped my panties down. It was in his bedroom — bent over his bed. I presented my naked ass to him, and I was so incredibly wet as he slid the next size plug in. Unlike the first, I could feel this one stretching my walls and opening me up for tonight.

  Tonight. I don’t know if I can give myself to another man after this. I want him tonight, and if my tight hole is the only way I can have him — I’m all his. The constant onslaught of sexuality — of his body and mine — of orgasms and dirty words — have me turning into something I never would have thought I could be. A horny vixen begging to be fucked.

  I ponder whether to greet him naked again tonight. It had quite the effect last time, but Kaden told me we’re going downstairs for dinner and to dress nice. I open closets and drawers, looking for just the right thing. Third drawer down, I find a stack of sexy lingerie. Not the kind of stuff in Victoria’s Secret, either. This is garters and straps, and everything is see-through. Perfect.

  I have never felt so sexy or so naughty as when I look at myself in the mirror. My nipples are visible through the sheer bra, as are my shaved pussy lips. The straps and buckles running down my thighs to the garters somehow set off the voluptuous curves of my ass and thighs. I check the clock. Anytime now.

  Out to the main living space, I wait. It doesn’t take long before the elevator dings and opens up to reveal a handsome but preoccupied man pulling at his tie. My Kaden. He stops in mid stride as his chin comes up, and he sees me. He freezes in place, but the expression on his face changes from preoccupied to wholly consumed.

  I open up my arms and display my body, asking, “Is this nice enough?”

  He remains frozen for just a moment before springing into action. To my disappointment, it’s not in my direction. He vaults into the kitchen and the touchpad placed there for the penthouse hospitality.

  My heart drops down into my stomach, and I can’t keep the melancholy from my voice. “What are you doing?”

  “Canceling dinner.”

  All the happiness comes swelling back at once. Kaden drops his jacket and rips off his tie as he rounds the kitchen counter. I walk forward, feeling just how swollen my clit has become in the last few minutes. There is nothing I want more than to have this man tonight. He stands before me, his hands at his sides, devouring me with a hungry gaze.

  I approach him, the desire in his eyes giving me courage to take control of the situation. I start at the top of his button-up and work my way down, exposing his skin to my lips. I kiss him as I free his glorious body to my touch. Kaden closes his eyes and tips his head back, his hand stroking down the bulge in his trousers.

  Reaching the bottom button of his shirt, I pull the fabric out of his pants as I lower myself further — trailing kisses down the center of his chest and onto his hard abdomen. He flexes underneath me, and I feel how desperately he is trying to control his breathing. My fingers work on his belt, releasing the latch quickly and getting to the button and zipper beneath. I’m on my knees, and my lips are playing over the sensitive space between his bellybutton and the waistband of his boxer briefs as I tuck my fingers underneath and pull the fabric down to expose his firm erection.

  Kaden sighs out a long groan and finally puts his hands on me. He runs his fingers through my hair as I look up at him and ask, “Please, may I?”

  All the air leaves his chest in a rush, and he takes in a big breath, everything about him screaming restraint. “You are so fucking beautiful. I want my cock in that mouth. Now.”

  A few days ago, a statement like that would have filled me with righteous rage, but now, his words are like honey. I smile at him with all the wicked desire deep inside my soul and push his garments down his thighs. I take his cock by the base and angle him toward my lips, watching him as I wrap my mouth around the tip. Kaden’s lips pull over his teeth, and he gives me another long groan.

  I continue to watch as I run his length into my mouth and to the back of my throat. His jaw drops as I suck down hard and pull my head back. His grip tightens in my hair as he helps to guide me back down his shaft. His hips rise into my mouth, and he lets out a strangled gasp as I press my tongue against his underside and move back up. Kaden’s head tips back as he pulls me into him, and his hips come forward once again. His chest heaves with deep breaths, and his legs work in a rhythm with my lips.

  A nonstop crescendo of masculine groaning and gasping fills my ears as Kaden rocks into my mouth. On my knees, I feel powerful. I dig my fingers into his thighs and into his ass — wanting more — wanting everything — wanting him inside of me the only way I can have him. How could I ever be with another man? How can any other make me feel like this? I am his.

  Kaden pushes me away, and I lean back on my heels, his delicious cock inches from my lips. He crooks a finger at me, silently telling me to rise, but I’m not quick enough for him. He steps out of his pants and dips, grabbing me by the waist and throwing me over his shoulder. I drape over his big body, my face down and my ass in the air. Kaden sends a finger between my pussy lips, my wetness slicking his digit.

  My breasts jiggle as he walks with strong paces toward his bedroom, his hand rounding my ass cheek. He delves between and takes hold of the butt plug I have had in since lunch, and Kaden works it in and out of my ass until he reaches the side of his bed.
The friction deepens my desire for him to be inside of me and sets into action the welling of an orgasm.

  Suddenly, the warm metal makes one last, long thrust, and he pulls it out of me. The sudden emptiness leaves me unfulfilled, but Kaden occupies my wanton thoughts as he lays me on the bed. He pushes me up until my head rests on the pillows, and he strips off the button-up which is still draping over his shoulders.

  “You know how to grab a man’s attention, Grace. You are absolutely breathtaking. Now, open up.”

  Kaden mounts the bed, and I open my legs for him. A tidal wave rushes between my pussy, up to my chest, and back down. The sight of that gorgeous man crawling toward me and settling himself between my knees — it has my throat clenching down. It has my pussy wet with the desire to be taken. But I know he won’t. I’m ready to call this all off if he just takes me.

  He lays his body over me, resting on one forearm as he sends the other hand between my legs to rub my clit. He lifts the hood and presses right down on that button that makes my thighs twitch. My head slams back into the pillows, and I arch my breast into the air as his expert fingers bring me to immediate orgasm. I cry out his name, and Kaden captures my mouth with his.

  His hand is gone, and I open my eyes to see a man frenzied. He grabs a pillow from the top of the mattress. “Lift that fine ass up, honey.”

  I do as told, lifting my rear end off the mattress, and Kaden places the pillow beneath me — keeping me elevated and open for him. He reaches into his nightstand next and grabs that same small bottle of lube he coated the plug with earlier. He’s breathing hard as he squeezes the lube onto himself and strokes up and down. I’m captivated by his glistening shaft as he runs his hand over it — preparing himself to enter me.

  Everything inside of me wants him, and yet the slight voice of fear cries within. His cock is so big — larger than the plug I just had in my tight walls. I’m so vulnerable — laid out naked on his bed for his pleasure — this big man who is going to force his huge, hard member inside of me. I whimper aloud at the thought of that big cock opening me up. Kaden’s eyes jerk from his shaft to my face. The frenzy in his eyes remain, but something about his features soften as he spreads himself over my body once again, covering me with his massive form.

  His lips capture mine once more as he places his cockhead at my tight entrance and then works his finger between my wet slit, stroking up and down and fingering my clitoris. He lifts himself over me and reaches down to my back door. The lubricant is warm and tingly, and Kaden wets the space between my cheeks, probing into me with his slick fingers. Having him reach inside of me, my mouth gapes open in an O of lascivious satisfaction. What Kaden is doing to my body is supposed to be so dirty and so naughty, but I want him there. I can do this. I can take him all.

  I reach down in the space between us and stroke his cock. He looks down his body as I pump his shaft, his teeth bared in animal desire. His stomach knots into tight wads of muscle, and he grunts his pleasure. The wet suctioning sound of my palm against his skin fills the room as his fingers delve inside me. My spine arches with the sensation, and I position him, pressing his head into my tight hole.

  “Fuck, Grace. Do you want this? Do you want me inside you?”

  “I do. I want you to come inside my ass. Please.”

  Kaden cups my breast and twists my hard nipple just right. He’s rock hard against me, and he must see the look on my face. “Relax, honey. Just let the oils work you open. I’ll fit. Go slow. Easy in.”

  I rock my hips back and forth, anticipating being filled. Kaden’s cock rubs against my anus, and it sends a tingling straight through my sex. My backdoor slides open to him slowly, and he presses into me. He rocks ever so slowly, and I meet his rhythmic tempo. He thumbs over my clit, circling and grinding. I keep moving against his erection, and I start to moan. The tension leaves my muscles, and I begin to relax. I open to him, and Kaden comes in — oh so slow — through the first layer of my resistance. I gasp a little with just a second of pain as his immense size stretches me. It passes quickly. Slowly — so slowly — he moves his hips over mine.

  “Holy shit.” Kaden’s chest heaves with deep, deliberate breaths. “You’re so tight back here. You were made for me.”

  Pleasure warms up my core. Kaden slips deeper inside of me, and the lubricating oil slicks my insides. He moves in and out against my walls, and the friction is intoxicating. I fill my lungs with air and moan out for him, groaning louder and louder as he seats his cock deep inside of me. Kaden’s finger circles my clit, and he grinds, his balls against my ass cheeks. His massive member pressing out on my tightness is creating an overwhelming pressure. Being filled and stretched with Kaden buried in to the hilt sets every nerve on edge, and an anxious energy surges through me.

  He stills for a moment, circling the button underneath my hood and making my legs twitch. Sweat trickles down my temple. I’m hungry. I can’t believe how turned on I am — I’m going to come because Kaden is inside me. He thrusts his hips and pulls me to him, pushing his massive cock even deeper into my ass.

  I force my eyes open so I can see him clenching his jaw, but he can’t hold back his elicit whisper. It comes out quiet and breathless, but I can hear my name, “Grace. Christ, Grace.”

  I whimper for him, and I can feel an orgasmic snarl creep onto my face. I didn’t know being taken like this could feel good. He moves inside of me, gentle and sweet, fanning the flames of my desire. With that fire kindling inside of me, it is I who begin to ride faster, rising and falling on his shaft.

  Kaden cries out with a fierce yell. He focuses in on me. “You want me harder? You want to be fucked?”

  The dirty words come out of me as though I speak them all the time. “I want you to fuck my ass, Kaden. I want you to take me.”

  His eyes open wide, and this look of extreme triumph passes over him. He changes positions, getting up onto his knees and pulling my hips firmly against him. He digs his fingers into the flesh at the top of my ass and begins to pound. His groaning turns into growls, and he becomes an animal. He holds on tight, riding me and slamming into me, and I can feel it coming. It’s surges from his huge cock ramming into my little ass. I bite my lip hard, but I can’t help it — I scream as I come.

  Kaden clenches his eyes shut, his teeth bared with a growl. He pants once — twice — and I can feel him jerk inside of me. A new pressure fills me as Kaden lets out a big breath with a pained sigh. The sensation of my orgasm takes over my body, and I scream again as the juices of my arousal soaks the sheets. Kaden flexes his chest into hard squares, and he thrust slowly as we both come down from our highs.

  My body unwinds from the tension searing through it, and I’m suddenly exhausted to the core. Kaden runs a hand from my neck between my breasts before lowering himself on top of me, his cock still inside. I lift my knees around his body, enveloping him, and I hold him to my breasts — his hot breath stirring my hair.

  I need this. I need this man, and I need this not to end. How can I be with another? This feeling inside — I’ve never felt this — but I know it’s not just because of his body pressed on top of mine. I know it’s not just because of the things he can do to make me come. This man does something to me — and it has nothing to do with orgasms. He makes me want to lay here and fall asleep with him near. He makes me want to wake up in the morning, fix us both coffee, and find the next egg and meat dish he’ll rave over. He makes me yearn to hear that rich husk in his voice one more time.

  “Mister Stone to see you.”

  I hadn’t been expecting him. I turn off my speakerphone and get up from my desk slowly. I head out of my office and toward the penthouse elevator with the distinct impression that the peace and quietness of my home is being invaded. I know it’s because of her. I like Grace being in my home, and I know that Cal has more of a claim on this woman than myself. She is only here because of him.

  Don’t deceive yourself. She’s here because of the money and the job, not you. Still. I’m enjoying
having her all to myself.

  The elevator opens, and Cal stands there in a three-piece suit, his legs spread wide, his hands tucked deeply into his pants pockets. “How is my favorite couple?”

  I push down the quickly welling sense of irritation and force myself to offer him my hand for a firm shake. “You’re stuck with me. I sent Grace out for groceries.”

  He lifts his eyebrows. “Have her doing your errands now, too? Didn’t know that was part of being an escort.”

  No. Not usually, but this is different. “I asked her to pick out the fixings for what she would prepare for an intimate dinner. Some men prefer the personal touch, you know.” I step aside and wave my hand into the penthouse, welcoming him in.

  He inclines his head to me with a knowing smile. “That they do. Sounds like you are doing a thorough job. I’d like to know exactly how thorough.”

  I guide him toward my office, not wanting him to make himself at home. “Her training is going very well.”

  We enter my office, and he takes a position at one of the chairs I have stationed in the seating area opposite my desk. “Come now, how’s the training proceeding?”

  My annoyance only deepens as he settles himself into the big, black leather chair. I take the chair opposite the coffee table from him. “Quite well, as I said. You’ll forgive me if I don’t speak too much on the details.”

  His brows narrow, and I can see a bit of his own annoyances shade his features. “Hell, you don’t need to give me the exact details — but come. Does she please? Have you… exposed her to the job?”

  I cross an ankle over my knee and grab onto it with both hands. “She knows what she’s getting into.”

  He waits, a look of expectation on his face. After a moment, he turns his hands palms up on the arms of the chair. He inclines his head, bidding me to continue. “Could you share your technique? I appreciate your discretion — it is, after all, highly valued in this profession. However, I’d like to know how my money is being spent.”