Virgin for Sale

“Seriously?”
“Yes. Totally serious.”
“That’s crazy. Are you serious?”
“Deadly serious,” I say. “You’re wondering why I dropped out.”
“Well, yeah. You do know you’re known as one of the most determined and successful men in the world.”
“You’ve done research.”
“I didn’t have much choice. You wanted me to work close to you.”
Reaching over to the drawer beside the bed, I retrieve another condom. I want her sitting on my dick. Opening it up, I hand her
the condom. “Put it on me, baby.”
She sits up, and I hold my cock for her as she slides the latex down.
I love it when she does this. I find it such a turn-on.
Holding her hips, I guide her over me, and she holds my length up, putting the tip to her entrance before sinking onto my dick.
We both moan at the same time.
She’s so fucking perfect.
I love her like this where I can see her tits, especially when they bounce as I fuck her.
“Now, where was I? Ah, yes, I dropped out of college because I found it boring, and I hated being told what to do.” At this she
giggles, which quickly turns into a moan as I slam her down on my cock at the same time I thrust up.
“You’re supposed to listen to people.”
“I know, but I didn’t want to. No one was going to tell me how to live my life. I left college after an argument with a professor, and
never looked back.” Sliding my hands up, I cup her tits.
She grinds down on my dick, and it feels so fucking magical. I can’t get enough of her cunt or of this woman.

Her fingers trail down my chest and back up, going to my shoulders. She uses me as leverage to ride my cock, sliding up and
down the length.
I watch her as she starts to come apart, using me to get off. She touches her clit, and I lie back, letting her take control. It’s so
rare for her to do so. Her need is so apparent as she moves. There’s no way I can keep my hands off her. Cupping her tits, I
tease the hard buds and watch as she brings herself to orgasm, her tight heat surrounding my dick as she comes.
I wait, allowing her to have every last bit of release before I take her hips and turn her so that she’s beneath me.
With her legs wrapped around me, I start to plow into her, fucking her the way I know she likes. My name is a constant echo as
she calls it with each thrust of my dick within her tight walls.
Holding her hands above her head, I ride her hard, watching, feeling the first stirring of my arousal creep down my spine until I
finally erupt, slamming into her all the way and holding myself deep within her core.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. My dick is still inside her as I get her to rest her head on my chest. Running my
fingers through her hair, I listen to our pants that fill the room.
This isn’t enough for me. I need to have every single part of her all to myself.
“I miss college,” she says. “One day, I hope to have the same success as you. I’d love to give Kerry the life she deserves.”
What twists me up inside is she doesn’t want my money or my life. She never asks for anything.
I want her to depend on me.
To come to me whenever she needs anything.
At the moment, that is going to happen. I need her to crave me, to not be able to think of anyone but me.
****
“Earth to Chase. Are you even in there?”
Pulling out of my thoughts, I look over at my friend Dean. He’d made an unexpected visit to my work today. It is Friday, and Faye
left at lunchtime to go to the doctor for her to get on some birth control.

I’d wanted to drop her off myself, but she asked to walk. She needed time to think.
Kerry will be back today, and for me, that complicates things.
“What?” I ask. I don’t want to talk to Dean.
“You, me, tonight, Cherry.”
“Not going to happen.”
“Come on, man. You enjoyed it last time.”
“You don’t know what I felt last time. Besides, Malcolm wouldn’t invite me back.”
“Please, so long as he gets paid, he doesn’t give a shit what happens. We all know that.”
“I’m not interested in going.”
Closing the file I have on my desk, I walk to the drawers where I keep several of my pending contracts that need a little more
negotiating.
Faye has been withdrawn. She wants to leave work early to head back to her apartment so that she can give it a quick clean for
when Kerry gets in tonight. I’ve already canceled our dinner plans. I’d intended to take her to a nice restaurant, and the dress I’d
picked out I’ve also canceled.