Virgin for Sale

No one has known how sweet and sexy she is.

It makes me wonder how many times she’s been overlooked, men just glancing at her before deciding to take someone else.

Their loss is now my gain.

Above her pussy, I open the lips covered in fine hair. Her clit is swollen, and she looks so beautiful. Whoever this woman is, she’s a beauty.

Sliding my tongue across her little nub, I hear her gasp. Her hands clench the sheet on either side of her.

Didn’t she know there was going to be pleasure?

Taking her clit into my mouth, I suck hard and that silent gasp turns into a scream, and it fires my body. Holding the nub between my teeth, I glide my tongue back and forth. I stare up at her, seeing her arch up.

Those perfect, juicy, ripe tits are shaking as I tease her. Her legs stay open. I don’t even need to keep a hold of them.

I see the change inside her and feel it as her pelvis undulates against my mouth. She’s getting so close. I want to feel it wrapped around my dick, but this first time, it’s not going to be easy.

Just thinking about sliding in deep, tearing through that thin barrier that would declare her as mine, turns me the fuck on.

I want this so damn much.

Bringing her to orgasm only fuels my need to be inside her.

I’ve got to have her.

The moment her cry rends the air, I’m done waiting.

I didn’t pay a hundred thousand bucks to give her the sweet version.

I paid to fuck her.

No emotion.

No connection.

She got an orgasm.

tease her clit as I tear into one of the condoms. When she can’t take any more of her orgasm, I use both hands to quickly slide the latex over my dick. Settling back between her gorgeous thighs, I run the tip of my dick through her slick heat, bumping

at her entrance. Putting a hand near her head, I stare into her eyes, the soft brown eyes that are now slightly glazed over as they look

to see her

as

This is it.

her a chance to

as I slam in

watch as she

away her innocence,

don’t give

This woman’s mine.

Bought and paid for.

I feel her pussy tighten around

her eyes, and

haven’t been spoken

shouldn’t care that

I do fucking care.

It annoys me.

She’s nothing.

fuck and yet I find myself asking her, “Are

She nods.

don’t want head

to me, angel.” I don’t

lips, looking past

in. She whimpers, her fingers like claws digging into

me, angel, or I’m going to keep on doing that. I like the feel of

it hurts. I knew it would, but