Virgin Wanted (BWWM Billionaire Romance) by Sierra Cole Page A

to blow me away, then his slacks and boxer shorts, his cock fully thick and hard beneath, jutting out from the cropped fuzz of dusky hair that surrounds it, those two large pink shaven balls nestled tightly beneath. And all of a sudden the overwhelming desire to cover his whole body in kisses sweeps through me, so strong and powerful that I know I’ll never be fully satisfied until I’ve acted out this brand new fantasy of mine.
    I fall on him the moment he finally joins me on the bed, both of us naked now. I throw myself on top of him, showering his body with tender, playful little kisses, all the while breathing in the sweaty musk of his body, sending my senses into a delicious tailspin as I taste the sharp saltiness of his sweat, first on his chest, and then further down as I working my loving kisses over his taut, chiseled abs and then even further, wanting to move my face up close to his cock, to really see it for the first time in all its glory – this veiny monster that’s already brought me so much pleasure.
    I hold him tenderly in my slender fingers, admiring the velvety smoothness of his skin as I stroke him up and down, watching him grow and swell in my grip, the purple bulbous head pulsing out glistening droplets of clear fluid as I tenderly place my kisses up and down his shaft, his delicious musk filling my nostrils as I shiver from excitement, my face buried between his legs, his hands now moving to my breasts, teasing my nipples with his fingertips until they stiffen into two rock-hard little buds beneath his touch.
    He draws my face upwards, back towards his own, and as I writhe on top of him like that, my sensitive breasts brushing against his chest, I feel him reach down between my legs and then guide himself right into me, causing me to gasp as he once more stretches me wide open – this time with no condom covering him.
    A part of me wonders whether I should maybe ask him to stop, but another part is just too damn busy enjoying this even more deliciously intimate contact, as he drives himself deep into me with me, as I ride on top of him, feeling the sheer heat of his cock inside me.
    “Oh fuck, oh God,” I whisper as he takes me, my voice trembling, my eyes closing as he holds me steady, cupping my buttocks as he drives himself ever harder and deeper inside me, plundering fresh pleasures from my very center, pleasures which swell inside me, until finally they seemed to crest and explode, causing me to gasp and moan as I feel myself clenching tightly around him, my whole body bucking and shuddering as my mind flashes and fractures.
    He too lets out a growl, and I feel his shaft pulsing powerfully inside me, flooding me with his warmth.
    As he draws me down in a passionate kiss, I savor the feel of the heat of his come, as our bodies mingle, slicked with sweat and fluids, both of us shivering and gasping and lost together in the moment.
     
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    A scream. It sounds like Mom’s voice.
    And then a violent clattering sound coming from ... from the kitchen?
    I quickly spring out of bed and go running into the hall to see what all the commotion is, turning the corner, just wanting to make sure she’s okay.
    “Mom?” I call out. “Mom?”
    But it’s not Mom that greets me. It’s Him. Coming towards me, backing me into a corner.
    I turn around and try to make a run for it but it’s too late. I feel his big hot hand grabbing me by the arm, his fingers closing all the way around my skinny bicep, and gripping so tight it causes me to squeal. But then he spins me around, to face him once more, pushing his big horrible hand right over my mouth as he slams me back against the wall of the kitchen.
    And that smell – the one that seems to cling to him, that horrible nauseating mixture of whiskey and tobacco and sweat and dirt, piercing my nostrils with its sharpness, making my eyes water.
    I freeze, trying to stay as still as I can as he presses me hard against the wall, hoping he’ll let me go if I