Selling Her Virtue

Over the cliff and down, down, down. This one sharper, more breathless, even more intense. My heart is pounding so hard that it makes my vision flicker, like a camera flash in time with my pulse.

“That’s it. That’s it, Lexie. Throw those hips up at me. Take me deeper. You’re doing so fucking good, my filthy little princess.”

I don’t think now. I don’t worry. I just roll through it. The most natural thing in the world. I give him all of me, every bit of my body and soul. And he gives me all his power and desire in return.

I hang on tight. His thick cock throbs inside me, pulsing and heavy.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. You’re fucking perfect. You’re a fucking goddess.” He arches his neck back, all muscle now. All power. Then he faces me once more. “I’m gonna fucking fill you full. I’m gonna fucking pump everything my balls have into you. My baby will be inside you, Princess. Growing deep in your belly until everyone knows.”

It is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. And it sends me halfway into orbit.

“Please, Marshall. Please.”

One more thrust. One more growl.

“Fucking squeeze it,” he snarls. “Milk it, baby. Milk that cum out of there.”

With everything I’ve got left, I give him one more almighty squeeze. Because I want it. I need it. I have to have it. Now.

He grunts. He bucks. He tenses up.

“Fuck yes, Lexie. Fuck yes. Take my fucking baby,” he says as he shoots his load, hot and thick inside me. “Fuck yeah. Take it. Feel me make you mine forever.”

CHAPTER 11

Marshall

We sneak around for a week, only because she keeps fucking begging me not to let our secret out.

Not yet, she says.

Soon, she says.

Fuck not yet and soon. I’m ready to blow this fucking thing to the moon and move her sweet ass to New Orleans and make my house a home once and for all.

I make her come every chance I get—in my hotel room, in the back of my Mercedes, in the bathroom at the Dallas Museum of Art. She tells her parents she’s going to see her friend Gina, or to class, or to a meeting of the Dallas County Beekeeping Society. And every night, we spend hours in my hotel room together.

Talking, fucking, kissing, dozing.

It’s fucking perfect.

But on Sunday, she texts me to say she’s got an econ test the next day and can’t meet. I play it cool; I’m understanding.

I try to keep myself busy at the hotel bar with a steak and blue cheese salad and the Packers’ game.

Totally fucking futile.

By ten o’clock that night I’m wanting her so fucking bad that I can’t stand it. My balls actually ache, I’ve been hard for so long.

If I can’t have that pussy tonight, I’ll lose my goddamned mind.

Now I’m standing outside her window, looking up at it, watching for her shadow. Legit stalker shit. No shame, though. She’s mine. She belongs to me. And I’m going to take her tonight.

I pick up a handful of loose gravel and toss a piece at her window just like in some fucking coming of age movie. In an instant, she flings back the curtains, looking down at me, and smiling.

Like she knew I’d show up.

She glances back over her shoulder to make sure the coast is clear. I know it is already. The house is dark. Her folks are asleep. But it’s cute that she checks.

She unlocks the window and pulls it up, hanging her head out to greet me. She’s wearing a little nightie, covered in pink butterflies. Her nipples harden in the evening air. Jesus.

“Hi!”

I lift my chin at her, being a badass about it.

“Fuck econ.”

She pins her tongue between her teeth, laughing.

“I can’t go out,” she whispers. “They’re getting suspicious.”

Like I give a shit.

It pisses me off, the hold they’ve got over her. She’s nineteen years old. A grown woman. Mature enough to make a man like me fucking sink to his knees with need.

Screw anybody who wants to micromanage her life. Fuck anyone who dares to get between us.

I approach the wall, get a finger hold between two rough stones, and begin to scale the wall up to her room. I hear her above me, trying to dissuade me, to be careful, be careful. But I don’t pay her any attention. I’ve been climbing rock walls at the gym since before it was thing. And in just a few minutes, I’m crawling through the window and taking her in my arms again.

It's familiar now, being with her, but still so fucking intense. Every kiss is like the first kiss. Every touch of her pussy like a fucking dream.

I walk her backwards, one hand on her cheek, the other between her legs, kissing her hard and intense. I scoop her up into my arms and she hooks her legs around my waist. In two steps, I’ve got her up on her dresser and she’s pawing at my pants already.