Bought and Paid For (Hot-Bites 1)

“You’re perfect, Megan,” I praised her. Her gaze moved over my body like a tender touch—a loving caress. It was a completely alien moment for me, but something I was going to want permanently. She froze when she saw my cock, her eyes round with shock and maybe a little bit of fear.

“You’re so big,” she whispered. Her face was flushed with a fine sheen of moisture on her skin, and her blonde hair was strewn across the pillowcase. She’s beautiful. “Jackson… what if you don’t fit?” she asked, and her flushed skin darkened further with her question.

“You were made for me, Megan. I will fit. I will be so deep inside of you that you will feel me for weeks. Do you see how my cock is so wet? Do you see your juices covering me? Your little cunt weeps for what only I can give it.”

I stroked my cock while she watched me. “Fuck, yeah,” I groaned out as my hand slid through her cream. “I’m going to fuck you so good,” I promised her. I moved my hand to her pussy and without giving a warning, I slid my fingers against her clit, the swollen button so hungry it pulsated against my fingers.

“Jackson, please,” she begged and having her beg for me made a large drop of cum slide off the head of my cock and run slowly down my shaft. I squeezed my dick tight and focused my mind, trying to hold off my climax. I wasn’t coming until I was inside of her so I could fill her so full, her womb would be bathed with my cum.

“I’ll give you what you want, Megan. I’ll give you what we both want, what we both need,” I reassured her.

“Please. I want it, Jackson. I want to belong to you,” she whispered so softly I had to strain to hear it.

“This will hurt,” I warned her. I might be a bastard, but this was my woman and I needed to make sure she was prepared. If I was a good man, I’d have used my fingers to stretch her and make her initiation easier. I wasn’t. My cock was going to be the only thing to claim her innocence. I wanted her virgin blood on my shaft. I wanted it soaked into my skin, so that she marked me as deeply as I planned to mark her. I positioned my cock at her entrance and then looked down at her. “Look at me, Megan,” I demanded.

She slowly brought her gaze up to me, her teeth biting into her bottom lip, betraying her nervousness. “Don’t take your eyes off of me. I want to watch you as you become mine,” I ordered. When she said nothing, I insisted she answer me again. “Do you understand?”

“I’ll keep my eyes on you,” she said and it felt like a vow. I felt it deep inside and it caused my balls to tighten with the load of cum that waited to be released.

“It will hurt,” I warned her again, “but I will make you feel good before we’re through. I’ll make you feel so fucking good you will be begging for more.”

“I know,” she promised, and her hand reached out to touch mine. “Take me, Jackson,” she said, giving me her consent.

I don’t know if it was the words, or the soft touch that ran through me that caused it, but it was in that moment that I lost control. I plowed inside of her, my cock thrusting hard inside her tight little cunt and tearing through the barrier as Megan finally became mine. I didn’t stop until my cock was pushing against her womb and once I got there I held myself still. I enjoyed the feel of her, the tight fit of her pussy walls squeezing against my cock—milking it, and the sound of her voice as she cried out my name.

“Jackson!”

In that moment, I felt like a fucking conqueror and Megan was definitely my greatest treasure.

Chapter 9

Megan

I was in this trance, this dream-like state as Jackson fucked me, claimed me as his, made me take all his thick, long inches. He stretched me in two, split me open in the best of ways. I was wet from my arousal, but from my virgin blood, as well.

He placed both hands beside my head as he continued to make me take his dick. Sweat bloomed along my body and, as if it was a temptation for Jackson, he lowered his head and ran his tongue along the valley between my breasts, licking away the salty remnants of my desire.

He pulled out slowly and pushed back. Over and over, tormenting me, making me weep with how much more I wanted. I clutched at the sheets, drawing them close to my side, wanting something harder, firmer to hold on to. In that moment I was his, the same as he was mine.