I squealed again, eyes opening wide, shocked beyond belief. Oh my god, he was giving me a two-fer now? In the middle of his orgasm, he was gonna come deep and hard in my twat as well? But evidently so because a couple more deep spurts came barreling out, coating my inner chamber, the hot jizz so deliciously virile and dirty.
“Yes,” I moaned, bucking beneath him, body lost in a hurricane of sensation, pussy and ass pulsing in rhythm, loving the feel of this man’s cock. “Yes, yes.”
And with that, he came like Niagara Falls, gallons of jism pulsing into me, claiming my chambers as his own. Oh god, I loved it, I belonged to this man, and feeling his sperm mark me, taking me completely hurtled me over the edge, pushing me into freefall. It was earth-shaking, my entire body seized in convulsions, pussy and ass winking and blinking with hot liquid within, quaking with feminine desire.
But slowly, I came too once more, my eyes opening, dazed, body heaving and pulsing still with aftershocks. I was flat on my stomach, wrung out and sated, pussy and ass achy, and yet oh so complete.
“Jared?” I moaned quietly. “Jared?”
He moved in back of me then, making me pant. Because his dick was still in my bottom, that huge, hard length rubbing against my most sensitive parts and I squealed slightly then.
“You’re gonna be sore for a while,” he soothed, lips brushing the back of my neck, big hands stroking my breasts, tenderly, like he cared. “You’re gonna be sore baby, it’ll be hard to walk for a while, but don’t worry, it gets better.”
I moaned once again, giving myself to the big man. Because this was exactly where I wanted to be. In his arms, his cock in my body, both my holes overflowing with his seed. This was my paradise, my nirvana, and life couldn’t get any better. So I merely pushed myself down a little, my rump sinking deeper onto that hot shaft, and turned my head to catch his lips in a lingering kiss.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. “Yes I know. I love you, Jared White.”
And with that, I snuggled against him once more and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Abby
What I thought was the beginning of our love story was actually the end. Because I thought Jared and I had a communion of the minds, as well as a meeting of the bodies. Jared had finally done what we’d both longed for. He’d taken my cherries, front and back both, and I belonged to the alpha now, I was his completely.
But chalk it up to being a virgin and a hopeless naïf, because there was no agreement at all. What I interpreted as a deep and strong bond, what I thought was the first chapter of a real relationship, was nothing more than a hot fuck for him. Yeah, I was nothing more than one more notch on the bedpost for Mr. White, a new name in his black book. Because when I woke up, I was alone. More than alone, I was by myself in a strange hotel room god knows where, disoriented and afraid.
“Jared?” I asked in a tremulous voice, not more than a whisper. But there was no sound, the room was ghostly still, not even the hum of the A/C. “Jared?” I called out, a little louder this time.
But despite the luxurious surroundings, the silk curtain swags, the massive California King bed, the silence was thunderous, making a chill run down my spine. I scrambled up, pushing curls out of my face. What the hell had happened? Tiptoeing, I got up and limped over to the bathroom, ass and pussy sizzling still, a desperate reminder of him.
The bath was just as elegant as the bedroom, ice-white marble fixtures, a huge tub and a huge shower stall, more than enough to fit two people. But that was the problem. Where was Jared? Where was I, for that matter? What was going on?
And slowly, as the minutes ticked by, I realized what had happened. The billionaire had gotten what he wanted, and now he was through. He’d craved my virginity, and the second he took it, he was done. Mr. White was a bastard of the worst sort, probably the kind of guy who only did virgins. He was probably the kind of guy who used each girl once, breaking through their hymens and then tossing them onto the trash heap.
I stared at myself in the mirror. Was this really happening? Were we really done, I was just another addition to the discard pile? It seemed unreal, we’d shared so many kisses, I’d poured my heart into our loving, into everything that we had together. But as I stared at my wan, pale face, the truth came crashing down like a tidal wave. Because I was just a naïve virgin, and Mr. White was a powerful, charismatic man, he’d taken hundreds of women before, a master at female seduction. And now that we’d reached the final chapter, he’d had his minions whisk me off while I was sleeping to some unnamed hotel, ditching me here to wake up on my own. I slumped, shoulders crumbling under the realization. Oh god, oh god, it was all over and I only had myself to blame. I was the fool, an innocent fool, sure, but it was still my fault for falling into the billionaire’s trap. Why, oh why was I so dumb? Why hadn’t I listened to the alarms, the warning bells, every voice that spoke so loudly, making my head pound?