Too Young Romance Bundle

by Jaye Diamond

I’m blushing so hard my whole face must be red now. I take my panties off and wrap them in the rag. Harris takes it and shoves it in his pocket.

  I have a feeling I’ll never see those panties again, which should make me happy. Harris’ actions, and the huge bulge in his pants that the both of us ignore, are undeniable evidence that he wants me as much as I want him. But I can’t tell if he’s ignoring his dislike of my personality so he can enjoy my body. Isn’t that something men do? Aren’t they supposed to be slaves to their dicks?

  I hate the idea of Harris being mindlessly attracted to me, and then losing interest once he satisfies a biological drive. But I made a deal with him, and I will follow through.

  “You can leave the van first,” he says, his voice still husky like it was when he spoke in my ear, his hot breath tickling it as he told me my pussy was ready for his fingers. “I need to . . . wait.”

  He shifts in his seat, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath, like he’s concentrating on something.

  I guess he doesn’t want to walk around the shop with a raging boner.

  “Okay, see you later,” I say lamely, sliding the door open.

  When I get out of the van, I can barely walk. My legs are weak and wobbly, and I’m lightheaded. The way I’m feeling makes it difficult to rush to the bathroom, but I do. My pussy is very sensitive and still tingling as I clean myself up a little better than I could with the rag, then I get back to work, trying to ignore what’s going on between my legs.

  I can feel Max, JB, and Walter’s eyes on me when I enter the office, and find a sandwich, chips, and a can of soda waiting for me on the desk. At the front counter, the guys are finishing their own sandwiches and speaking low, and I wonder if they’re talking about Pat and Harris, or Harris and the new girl, disappearing into a van.

  I can’t believe I just had my first orgasm—no, double orgasms!—in a stranger’s car. Or that my new coworkers probably think I’m a slut.

  It was worth all the embarrassment and potential judgement though.

  I hope I’ll be able to say the same about tonight, after my virginity is gone.

  HARRIS

  The afterglow of my angel cumming on my fingers is short lived.

  I called my best customer to tell him he’ll be picking up his minivan a day late, and now he’s pissed at me.

  I called the detail guy and told him I’m dropping off a car, and need the backseat as clean as a whistle by tomorrow morning—or I’ll take my business elsewhere—and now he’s pissed at me too.

  And then there’s my guys.

  I just finished working on Paige’s car, sent her home, and all I want is to close up and get to her as soon as possible.

  But my guys are waiting for me when I walk into the front of the shop, and their expressions are not friendly.

  “We need to talk,” JB says.

  “I already told you,” I say, “I’m not selling a damn thing.”

  “But the co-owner of this place wants to,” Max says. “How are we supposed to keep working here when we know one of the men who signs our checks wants us to lose our jobs?”

  “Are you gonna quit on me?” I ask.

  Walter shakes his head. “No. Not if you give us a raise. If you can afford to add a kid on the payroll, so she’ll be around when you feel like doing whatever the hell you were doing in that van...” he trails off, face twisting in disgust. I’m sure he smells the scent of her pussy juices on me, since her dirty panties are in my pocket, but I don’t fucking care.

  I couldn’t bring myself to toss them and deny myself her sweet aroma—even with her taste still in my mouth, from when I licked my hand clean. I can’t stop being greedy when it comes to her.

  “If you can afford to hire Paige, then you can afford to pay us more so we can fatten up our savings accounts,” JB says, following Walter’s train of thought. “In case you decide Pat has the right idea, and cut us loose.”

  “That’s fair,” I say tightly, “but if I’m paying you three more, then you can close up the shop tonight. I’m going home.”

  Walter looks at me with scorn in his eyes as I turn to leave. I’m sure he’s thinking of his baby girl, Mary Grace, and how he would feel if her much older boss “took advantage” of her during her lunch break.

  I know I deserve his disdain, so I won’t try to defend myself. There’s nothing I can say to justify the corruption of a pure girl, but that’s not going to stop me from making that tight pussy mine.

  Chapter Eight

  PAIGE

  My car drives like a dream when I pull out of the garage. As Harris handed me my keys (along with his house key), he said he changed multiple fluids, and it’s amazing to see what a difference that made. He’s such a man. He knows his way around a car, and a woman’s body.

  I hurry back to his place, rinse off and change fast because I feel filthy, and then I jump into cooking mode, looking through Harris’ fridge and cabinets to see what I can make.

  He has a lot of ingredients for Mexican dishes, so he must enjoy that food. I decide to make him chicken tortilla soup, with the same amount of energy and care I would put into making a meal for a whole family. I want to show Harris I’m not just some useless girl who can’t offer him much. I want to give him an amazing homemade meal.

  This could be the start of a new, wonderful routine: him staying at the shop for another hour or so after I get off work, then coming home to a hot meal and my eager body.

  I’d clean up and do the dishes the next day. We wouldn’t bother with any of that after dinner. Harris would be too busy carrying me to a bed or lifting me onto the counter. Every night, he would put his hands all over me, and then we would... Shit!

  The chicken is burning!

  “No, no, no!”

  I turn toward the smoke that I smelled in the air, abandoning the vegetables I was stirring in a pan as I rush over to the stove.

  “Why is this happening?” I shout, my eyes stinging as I turn on the fan above the stove and pick up a pair of tongs.

  I move the chicken from the grilling skillet, into a serving dish—but it’s too late. It’s dry and black.

  I hear the front door open, and the following comment: “That doesn’t smell right.”

  “You’re not supposed to be home yet,” I pout, throwing the tongs into the sink.

  Harris lifts an eyebrow at that as he enters the kitchen. “Are you upset that I’m here?”

  “No.” I shake my head as I turn off the fan, since most of the smoke has cleared. “I’m mad that I burnt the chicken I was cooking for you, because I was fantasizing about you.”

  “Fuck the chicken,” he says, closing the space between us.

  “But I promised to make you dinner.”

  “I’m more interested in your other promise.”

  He curls a finger around one of the spaghetti straps of the short, slinky, pink dress I threw on after my shower.

  “But, you didn’t have lunch,” I say, as if Harris needs a reminder.

  “You’re right. I should eat,” he says, staring at my mouth.

  I hope he wants to kiss it, and hasn’t spotted red lipstick on my teeth. That would be just my luck.

  “Go lay on the dinner table,” Harris says, nodding toward it. “With your face up and your legs spread.”

  “Are you going to eat food off me?” I ask, confused. “Should I take off my clothes?”

  Harris snorts. “No, don’t. I want to see you squirm in that cute little dress.”

  I dutifully follow his instructions, my heart beating faster as I hop up onto the table and lie back. Then I spread my legs apart, feeling silly as they dangle above the floor.

  How is this sexy?

  Harris lets out a grunt of satisfaction as his eyes roam over me, and he pulls up a chair. He sits between my legs, and what he’s about to do finally clicks in my head.

  “Angel, these panties you got so sticky for me smell so good,” he says, removing my dirty panties from his pocket, and tossing as
ide the rag they were wrapped in. He takes a big whiff of the panties before he drops them into his lap. “But I’m sure you can mark the panties you’re wearing now even better with your scent. I want them to be drenched with your cum.” Without warning, Harris grabs the back of my thighs, pushing my legs into the air, bent at my knees. “Scoot your ass closer, so I can put my face in your virgin pussy.”

  I slide my ass farther down the table, my breath uneven as I feel his warm breath on my fresh pair of cotton panties—that did not stay fresh for long. The soft fabric is wet, where my pussy slit is pressed against it.

  “Fuck,” Harris breathes. “Is this pussy always horny when I’m around?”

  “Y-yes,” I admit.

  “Do you know how much that makes my cock swell, angel?” he asks, stroking my pussy lips through my panties.

  “No.”

  “It makes me harder than anything ever has,” he says, filling me with pride.

  I love being his angel and I love getting him as hot as he gets me.

  “Prove it,” I tease.

  “Careful what you wish for,” he says gruffly, rising to his feet.

  I raise my head and watch him as he pushes his t-shirt up enough for me to see his toned, tan midriff. There’s dark hair there that disappears into his pants. I want to see what else is hiding inside them, and his underwear, but I don’t get to see much, other than a huge bulge, as he unbuttons and unzips with his free hand.

  “Feel for yourself,” Harris says, and I reach down between my legs to caress the bulge through his underwear.

  It’s so thick, I don’t know how his zipper didn’t pop.

  He lets it throb in my much smaller hand for a moment, then pulls my hand away and returns to his seat.

  “You believe me now?”

  I giggle and nod. “I’ll never doubt you again.”

  “Good,” Harris says, sliding his thumbs into my underwear. “Now I want this pussy to prove how much it wants me.”

  He spreads my pussy lips, licking my folds through my panties with one, long, hard drag of his tongue.

  I moan, my hands scrambling to find a hold on something, and end up gripping the edge of the table.

  Harris keeps going, his tongue rough like his fingers were in the van. It’s so good, I feel rushes of warmth down there as my pussy gets wetter and wetter.

  “I can tell you’re close, angel.” Harris stops licking for a moment, playing with my clit with his thumbs. “Soak these panties for me.”

  “F-for you,” I moan, as he sucks harder on my clit.

  I grind my pussy against his mouth, which is merciless now, bringing me to orgasm whether I want it or not. He won’t let me deny him my cream, so I let go, my entire body tight as overwhelming pleasure explodes from my core and runs hot through me.

  Chapter Nine

  Harris

  This is it. My thin thread of restraint has finally snapped. I can’t fight all that I want anymore. Feeling Paige’s third orgasm, against my mouth, has brought out the monster in me. He’s going to show her virgin pussy who it belongs to.

  “You’re mine now,” I practically growl, as I slide her panties off. Her orgasm is still shuddering through her body. Her eyes are unfocused. I don’t know if she’s taking in every word I say, but I continue. “Do you know what that means? That means no other man is going to make your pussy cum. No other man will ever touch you.”

  I tear at her dress, because there’s no time for her to slip it off gracefully. Her body jerks in surprise, but she doesn’t fight me. With the straps torn, I reach under her and rip at the place where there should be a fucking zipper, but there isn’t. I don’t like ruining something she looks so delicious in, but it’s not my fault this thing wasn’t made to be easily removed.

  “I’ll buy you another one of these, whatever cute shit you like,” I promise, dragging the tattered dress down her tiny frame, revealing all of her flawless skin before I drop it to the floor. “I’m going to take care of you, and that includes buying you anything you want.”

  “You’re going to take care of me?” Paige asks, in a small, breathless voice.

  I nod, pulling my shirt off over my head and shoving my pants and underwear down past my thighs, before I wrap her shapely legs around my waist. “Do you want that?”

  “Yes,” she says quickly. “I just . . . I don’t see why someone like you would want to keep me around forever. You’re sort of closed off and can be really aggressive, but your actions are always kind. You’ve done so much for me, but like you said earlier, I’m broke and alone and have nothing to offer you.”

  Shit. Did she really take that to heart? I feel my expression turn tender as the monster in me takes a step back. My softer side—well, the closest thing that I have to it—needs to handle this.

  “I was mad when I said that,” I say, gently cupping one side of her face and stroking her cheek. “Being broke and alone isn’t your fault. You were unlucky—and you’re so much stronger because of your bad luck, which is incredible to me. You could have felt sorry for yourself and given up on life, but you didn’t. You decided to keep taking on life all by yourself. Needing my help doesn’t make that any less incredible. Everyone needs help sometimes. And I’m glad you were unlucky—because that’s how you ended up here. And I’ll be grateful for the rest of my life that I was lucky enough to meet you.”

  Paige smiles and says, “Come here,” reaching out.

  I brace my hands on the table and her arms circle around my neck as she leans into me. I close my eyes as our lips come together, wanting to focus on nothing else. She lets out a little whimper when my tongue finds hers, and we share the flavor of her arousal, still strong on my lips. It mixes with the flavor of her red lipstick as it smears, and she gets louder.

  I’m sure, if I listened long enough, that I could cum just from her little sounds. They’re waking up every nerve ending in my body, and every sensation shoots straight to my dick.

  Fuck going slow! Fuck being soft! I think, my cock throbbing.

  I need to pound into this virgin, hard, or I’ll lose my mind.

  I tear my lips away from hers and move a hand between us to touch one of her beautiful tits. It’s so small I could fit it inside my mouth—and I plan to. Later. But now, my breath is unsteady and my painfully hard cock is rubbing against Paige’s smooth stomach, smearing pre-cum as it threatens to shoot my load. I won’t let that happen yet. I need every drop to be planted inside my angel.

  “Paige, it’s time to give me your cherry, but not before you say your little pussy is mine,” I say, my need to possess her dark in my voice. “Tell me what I’ve wanted to hear since we met.”

  “I want to give you my cherry,” she says in a breathy whisper. “I want my little pussy to be yours.”

  She squirms beneath me, having no idea what the small movements do to me.

  I groan and grab her hips, hard enough to leave bruises. “Then I’m fucking you without a condom and filling your virgin pussy with my cum. Tonight, tomorrow, and the day after that. I’m going to put a baby in you while I break in your tight cunt.”

  “Yes, Harris, put your baby inside me,” she says, and my cock jumps at the mix of desperation and heat that flashes in her eyes.

  She’s as primed for this as I am.

  I move one hand to my cock and help it find heaven. Paige gasps—takes a deep, slow breath—then gasps again. Her eyes are blown wide, drawing all attention to them, and away from the other features of her lovely face.

  “It won’t fit,” she says, sounding panicky.

  “It will. You can take it,” I promise. “But you will be sore after. All girls are. But all girls won’t have what you’ll have in the morning: me, licking your pussy when you wake, soothing your aches before the day even starts. That’s how I’ll keep my angel happy while I break her in.”

  Despite all the dirty things I’ve already done to her, those words have her pink flushed skin turning closer to red.

  “You’
ll make it good?” she asks shyly.

  She’s sounds so innocent, my cock pulses at her tight entrance.

  “So good angel,” I say, my voice low and raw as I push in deeper.

  She moves her hips as she accepts the inevitable pain, her pussy working my cock. I begin thrusting, my strokes reacting to her subtle shifts and the pace she’s setting. I hit her cherry over and over, until it finally pops on my cock.

  Paige’s thighs shake slightly and she cries out, clinging to me as evidence of her broken innocence trickles out of her—her pussy making its fourth mess today, on the table.

  “Worst part’s over,” I whisper in her ear, kissing it, then her wild pulse through her neck. “And I’m going to fuck this pure pussy until you like it.”

  She whimpers, and holds onto me so tight it hurts as I plunge all the way in, driven by electric pleasure that courses through my body, spreading from her unyielding grip on my cock.

  I slam into her relentlessly, chasing bliss while I force her body to adjust for its new master. It eventually obeys, and a pained expression fades from Paige’s face as her slender arms, which are locked in place around me, loosen.

  “Fuck, angel,” I say, putting my strong back into my thrusts. “We’re gonna cum together.”

  Paige screams my name and proves me right, her pussy spasming around my cock as I fill her with spurt after spurt of hot cum.

  Chapter Ten

  Paige

  The night after I lost my virginity, I woke up to a mouth on my pussy. Harris wasn’t lying when he said he’d keep me happy that way. It’s been five days since he made that promise, and here I am, in his big, cozy bed, waking up to another rough lick.

  A surge of lust washes over me and I spread my legs as wide as I can, opening myself fully to him so he can reach every naughty spot he loves to worship.

  Harris chuckles at my enthusiasm.

  “Greedy angel,” he says, then gets back to licking.

  He calls me that because I’m used to at least four orgasms a day now, which is his fault anyway.