by Sam Crescent
“That’s normal.”
“No, I mean no experience. I’m a virgin, Drake.”
Chapter Three
Drake slammed her up against the closed door, grabbing her hands and pressing them above her head. Anyone else would have been scared, not her. Mira stared into his brown eyes, completely shocked by how dark they suddenly seemed. Every inch of his body was against hers. She felt the hard ridge of his cock against her stomach. There was no denying it.
Knowing she turned him on pleased her. This was so wrong. Sure, Drake was hot and sexy. He had that dangerous air around him, which was justified, but that didn’t mean she had to fall for him. It didn’t matter that he’d had a hard life. He’d taken it out on her, and if he’d given her the time of day, she could have given him peace back then. She’d never hated him, not in the beginning. Her feelings for him had changed with each day that he’d been mean to her, humiliated her. She hated him now, but as she felt the hardness of his body, an answering pulse awakened inside her.
“You’re lying.”
“Why would you think I’m lying?”
“I don’t believe you’ve never had a man.”
She scoffed. “You clearly don’t know me as well as you think. I’ve never been with a man. I’m a virgin. I’ve only ever shared a few kisses.”
His lips slammed down on hers. He kept both of her hands above her head, locking them together as his fingers sank into her hair while he ravished her mouth. She closed her eyes, opening her lips as he traced across hers. When she touched her tongue to his, she couldn’t hold back the moan from the simple of contact. It felt so intimate, so all-encompassing.
“No man?” he asked, panting.
“No man. I have no experience. If you’re looking for pleasure, I don’t know what to do. You’re going to want a refund.”
He groaned. “I should have paid fucking double for you.”
She tensed up. “I’m not a whore.” Then she burst out laughing. “That’s exactly what I am.” She cried out as his grip tightened around her wrists.
“Don’t call yourself that. You’re not a whore.”
“No? I’m going to be sleeping with you for money.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m the only man who is going to know how fucking tight and sweet your cunt is. You’re all mine. No one else will know how good you are.” He grabbed her hand, and before she knew what was happening, he pulled her through his apartment. He was too fast. She didn’t get a chance to see where he lived.
He opened a door into his bedroom. The bed was huge with four posters. There were no curtains, just wooden posters.
Drake removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.
Her heart raced, but she wasn’t afraid. If anything, her traitorous body was eager for more.
He closed the distance, pressing her up against one of the posts. His hands were everywhere, touching her body. She kept her hands at her sides, not sure what to do. Could she touch him? Should she touch him? He was her enemy.
Is he?
Or you could have some fun?
Drake had taken the choice out of her hands. She was at his mercy for everything.
When his lips ravished hers, she gave herself willingly to him. His kisses were highly addictive. He pressed his hand against the front of her skirt, but it was too tight for him to properly cup her.
“Fuck!” He turned her abruptly and lowered the zipper, releasing the catch.
Her breath caught as he sank down, pushing the skirt to the floor. It pooled at her ankles, and she waited to see what he’d do. His fingers traced across her legs, sliding up until they were over the curve of her ass. He traced across the panties she wore.
“No thong?”
She shook her head. “I don’t like to feel something stuck up my…” Her cheeks heated at what she was going to say.
He chuckled. “Oh, baby, you know I’m going to want to claim this ass. I’ve got to know how innocent you are.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know how to fuck?” he asked.
She turned her head to look at him and nodded. “I know how to fuck. I know you’re going to want me to suck your cock, and I know about … anal sex.” She hadn’t been with a man, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy watching porn. Much to her shame, she’d tried to enjoy some of the more erotic books, but she struggled with reading. It was one of the reasons she hadn’t read the contract in front of her. Her dyslexia continued to be a curse. She could only work with numbers, which was why she chose accounting.
She could read, but it took her time, and the words always got jumbled up. She was a slow reader. It was much easier for her to watch a movie.
He squeezed her ass cheek hard and groaned. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
Shaking her head, she closed her eyes as his hand moved between her thighs, touching her most intimate parts. It felt wrong but also so very right.
“You’re already wet for me.” His lips brushed across her neck. He was so much taller than her. Against him, she felt small.
He rubbed her pussy through the thin material of her panties as his other hand traced over the curve of her ass cheek, following the path of the edge of her underwear.
“Look at me,” he said.
Opening her eyes, she waited for him to speak.
“Tell me who has their hand on your pussy.”
“You do.”
“And who am I?”
“Drake.”
“That’s right.” He slid beneath the band, and she cried out as he touched her, skin to skin. A single finger against her clit. He stroked back and forth. The pleasure jolted through her body, and she closed her eyes, resting her head against the wooden post.
Drake pulled away from her. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”
She wanted to refuse but then the image of her brother entered her mind. Gritting her teeth, she followed his instructions.
After removing her jacket, followed by her blouse, she dropped her bra. She kept her back turned toward him. She didn’t know why she’d bothered to try to keep her modesty as she stepped out of her panties. Staring at the imposing bed, she climbed on, and then, she had no choice but to show her body as she got in the center of the mattress. Staring up at the ceiling, she heard him moving, but she didn’t give in to the urge to look at him.
I can do this.
This is easy.
At least she was attracted to Drake, even if it did piss her off that she was.
When she could bear it no more, she glanced around the room to find Drake standing at the end of the bed. His chest was bare, and as her gaze traveled down, she knew he was as completely naked as her.
“Spread your thighs,” he said.
“Drake?”
“Do it.”
Gripping the sheet beneath her, she averted her gaze as she spread her thighs for him to see. She didn’t know what he was looking for.
She froze as the bed dipped, and she couldn’t help but look to where he knelt on the edge of the bed. One hand was wrapped around his impressive length as he worked from the base, running his fist up to the tip, then back down again.
The sight was heady. There was no other word to describe it. Licking her lips, she wanted to ask him to slow down, but that would be giving in to him.
He wanted her to be willing, which she was, but she didn’t have to give him any inclination she was curious about this. Far from it.
She gasped as he touched her knee. Such a simple touch and yet so damn sensual as well.
“Touch yourself.”
She hesitated.
“Now.”
She didn’t know if she liked this bossy edge to him. Pressing a hand between her thighs, she tried to close her legs, but he stopped her, grasping one of her knees and holding her open.
“I want to see.”
Her cheeks were red hot. She had to be on fire, there was no other way she couldn’t be. Staring at him,
she touched between her slit, feeling her clit. She moaned and then sank her teeth against her lip, trying not to give him anything.
When his hand covered hers, she was shocked as he got her to use two fingers, stroking herself.
“Does it feel good?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Then tell me.”
“It feels really good,” she said.
“I need you to be nice and wet. It’s going to hurt when I drive my cock inside you, but once you get used to it, you’re going to love it.”
She couldn’t believe this was happening.
At thirty years old, she’d resigned herself to never having sex. To only watching about it and feeling somewhat envious of the men and women on screen. This was different. Drake took what he wanted, and with how hard his cock was, there was no mistaking he wanted her.
She tensed up as he crawled on the bed, going between her thighs. He shocked her even more as he moved so that his face was directly over her pussy.
“Drake?”
“You think I’m going to let an opportunity like this go? I’ve been imagining how you’d taste for two days, not to mention when we were in high school. No man has tasted you, has he?”
She shook her head.
“Good. I’d have to kill any man who dared to touch what’s mine.”
Mira didn’t have time to question what he was on about as his tongue danced across her heated flesh, and she lost all will to think properly.
****
Drake wasn’t disappointed at all. For longer than two days, he’d been imagining his woman in his bed. He wasn’t known for his patience, but the deal with her brother, and the effort to manipulate the circumstances to meet his own needs, had been pure torture. Especially as he’d wanted to do nothing but claim her, to make her his. Now that he had her, there was no chance of her ever leaving. He wanted to keep her all to himself, and he was going to do exactly that.
Circling her clit with his tongue, he sucked the bud into his mouth, hearing her moans. He hadn’t expected her to be a virgin.
She was a beautiful woman, and he had no doubt men were interested, but clearly, she wasn’t interested. He was so fucking happy. Even though he’d accepted her without knowing she was a virgin, something primal hit him.
He needed to keep her as his own. Pressing his face against her pussy, he licked and sucked, being careful not to penetrate her. When he took her virginity, he wanted her to take his dick, feeling her wrapped around him.
“Please,” she said. Her desperate whining was a turn-on.
Shoving his hands beneath her, he cupped her ass as he ate her delicious pussy. He could do this all day, and he’d been fantasizing about this for so long. This was by far better than he could have imagined.
Using his teeth, he nibbled, sucked, flicked, and just devoured her. She was so close, and he didn’t want to stop.
He teased her body, bringing her to a precipice but holding back, allowing her to find pleasure with every stroke and pulse until she finally came apart in his arms. He swallowed her cum, wanting more.
After pressing a kiss to her exposed clit, so pink and ripe, he trailed his lips up her body, kissing her stomach. Then he sucked on each nipple before settling between her thighs. He kept a firm grip on her open legs as he took possession of her mouth. Grabbing his cock, he placed it at her core, and she tensed immediately.
Drake broke the kiss so he was staring into her eyes as he tore through her virgin barrier. She cried out, and he couldn’t stand to hear the pain in her voice.
Closing the distance between them, he took possession of her lips as he slammed all the way to the hilt, not prolonging her pain. She pushed at his shoulders, and he grabbed her hands, locking them to the bed. She felt so fucking tight and delicious around his cock.
Drake watched her as tears leaked from her eyes. She pressed her lips together, clearly trying not to say anything.
“I’m sorry. The first time isn’t the greatest.” He didn’t mean to cause her pain, but he was so fucking pleased he was her first.
Her cunt milked him, pulsing around his dick. He felt like a goddamn schoolboy, and he just wanted to pound inside her and come, but he held himself in check. There was nothing he could do but wait.
Again, he had to be patient.
“I knew it was going to hurt,” she said.
He leaned down and kissed away her tears, licking them off her cheeks. “I’ve got you.”
“I guess I should be used to you hurting me,” she said.
He gritted his teeth, hearing her pain. He was going to make it up to her. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her shoulder and neck.
“I’ve got you,” he repeated.
And he was never going to let her go.
Time passed. He was still hard as rock, but he didn’t dare move.
Mira didn’t touch him. Her hands were down at her sides.
He knew it was going to take time to get her to respond to him the way he wanted. With Mira, he was learning patience.
She wriggled.
Drake froze.
Her pelvis shifted, thrusting up. It was just a small action, but so sudden, there was no mistaking it.
He waited for it to happen again, which it did. He lifted up and stared down at her. There were no more tears now.
Silence fell between them.
He stayed perfectly still within her.
“I … the pain is gone,” she said. Her cheeks were a beautiful shade of red.
“You’re not in pain?”
“I don’t think so.”
“If this hurts, you tell me.” He waited and she nodded. He held her hands as he eased out of her tight heat so only the tip of him remained. He paused before thrusting inside her.
She gasped and he paused. “Pain?”
“No, it doesn’t hurt. It’s … different.”
“Not painful?”
“No. I’m full.” She frowned. “Could you do it again?”
He slid out of her and repeated it, thrusting inside her. This time, her moan was clearer to him. She wanted this to happen.
“Don’t stop,” she said as he slowed down.
He raised an eyebrow, but she couldn’t see. He thrust in deep and hard, making her take him fast. She arched up, and he was mesmerized as her big breasts bounced with each thrust.
Leaning down, he captured one nipple so he could suck her. He noticed her hands holding on to the bedsheets, her grip almost white with how strong she held them.
She didn’t touch him. Only her legs wrapped around his waist, prodding him on.
His orgasm was so close, too close. He didn’t want this to end and yet, he couldn’t find a way to stop himself.
She moaned his name.
That was all it took. His name on her lips. With one final thrust forward, he slammed in balls deep and came hard, spilling his release inside her.
She moaned his name again, and he couldn’t stop himself from wanting more. Over and over, his orgasm was prolonged. He closed his eyes, basking in every second. It wasn’t exactly how he imagined their first time, but he knew he was going to enjoy teaching her how to enjoy sex. They had a lot of time to make up for.
Kissing her lips, he lifted up. “I’m going to run a bath. Stay here.” He eased out of her pussy and saw their combined releases mixed with blood on the sheets.
Drake went straight to the bathroom, ran a bath, added some soothing salts, which he used after he’d been in fights, and came back with a cloth. He wiped away the evidence, took her hands, and eased her off the bed.
She tried to hide her nakedness, so he caught both of her hands within his, not letting her hide any part of herself. She was precious, not to be hidden.
“You’re going to have to burn the sheets,” she said.
He had no intention of burning anything.
The blood on the blanket would be a reminder of who she belonged to. Mira had said she had nothing more to give him with the additional
debt she’d rang up in waiting to decide. She had a hell of a lot more to give. Her body and womb were one payment. Her virginity covered a great deal more. But there was one more thing he wanted, and she had yet to give it to him.
Her love.
It was all he wanted. He didn’t want to force it from her, but earn it.
From some of the pictures he’d had taken of her without her knowledge, he knew she was capable of loving. He wanted to be the person she wanted, the person she looked to. The person she came to for everything.
This was one thing he wanted from her more than anything. The baby, the money, all of that was moot. Yes, he wanted her knocked up, but that was to keep her beside him for the rest of their lives.
“I’ll take care of the sheets,” he said.
“Just burn them,” she said. “They’re useless.”
He said nothing as he led her into the bathroom. The water was at a good level, and he checked the temperature. Helping her into the tub, he ordered her to relax, not sure if she would follow his instructions. He doubted it.
Returning to the bedroom, he bundled up the sheets and took them toward his office to deal with. She would never know that he kept them. He changed the bedding quickly and went to the bathroom, a little shocked to find her still in the stand-alone tub.
She didn’t open her eyes as she rested back on the ledge, and he took his fill of her.
So beautiful and open.
He didn’t know how long he’d loved her. It had been for a long time, but he’d been too fucking stubborn, waiting for the right moment to win her completely.
Some men would have started with dinner and dancing, not him. He knew the only way to win in life was to own the person completely, which was what he now had with Mira.
She opened her eyes and jerked up.
“Are you sore?” he asked.
“A little.” She cleared her throat and repeated the answer.
“That should fade,” he said.
“You didn’t use a condom,” she said.
He smiled. “I don’t need to. You belong to me, remember? That isn’t going to change.” He moved toward her and as she leaned forward, he climbed behind her.