Virgin for Sale

Chapter 33

She doesn’t take the keys.

“I can’t take this.”

“Don’t you love the apartment?”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Well, I think you’re beautiful, and I want to give you things.”

Still, she doesn’t take them.

“I already own this place. I bought it for you.”

“I can’t take it. I’m sorry.”

“Why not?”

“Because I already live in an apartment that I can afford. The rent is more than reasonable.”

“Damn it, Faye. I don’t care. Don’t you understand that? I’m right here, right now. This is for you. This is what boyfriends do.”

“No, they don’t.”

wealthy boyfriends do, and if you must know it’s

“What?”

that surprises you, doesn’t it? It’s either this or move in with me, and I figured that you would be too skittish to move in with me, so

me to

that sound so shocking to

… you blackmailed me into sleeping

“I’m not above getting what I

“Then why blackmail me?”

haven’t noticed, Faye, you’re skittish, like really fucking, run the other

a smile dance across her

her close. “And I won’t have you any other way, but you will take this

going to make

going to be spending a lot of time here.” Letting go of her hands, I

plenty

and watch as the white fabric falls to the floor. Flicking the catch of the bra and releasing those juicy tits is next, and they spill out exactly as they were supposed to, filling my hands,

but she doesn’t make a

over the sofa. She’s wearing a thong today, and I trace across the fabric, teasing

sound is sweet music, especially when I stroke through her pussy and find just

waiting to take her, to make her mine. It has been a couple of weeks

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