What else can’t she get enough of?
“Come sit with me by the window.” With her chair pushed back, I take her hand and lead her to the loveseat facing the window.
It isn’t much of a view, especially not compared to the one in my office with miles of New York City stretched out under the bright sun. This is only a crash pad, although the view over our private courtyard is nice. I can see the water fountain tinkling and the lush garden with its wild blooms.
But again, this is the Billionaires Club. We can see out, but no one can see in. The windows are specially tinted to ensure our privacy. Even at night when the lights are on. Especially at night.
Trina and I have complete and utter privacy.
She sinks shyly into one corner of the couch and the leather whispers under her delicious bottom. I just want to eat her up, and that desire must show all over my face because Trina gasps a bit, eyes going wide.
Licking her lips, her pink tongue darts out.
“Are you…are you going to test again to see if I’m a virgin?”
“No, no more tests, sweetheart,” I tell her. “The test is over, and you’re perfect.” I’m gazing into her wide, sparkling eyes as I trail off, and I feel such a strong pull towards her that my body inches closer to her on its own, heat pounding between us. I’m not thinking at all; my eyes never waver from hers as I slowly take her mouth.
Trina’s eyes flutter shut as she moans and instantly throws her arms around my neck. Her huge tits rub against my chest, the nipples tight and hard as pebbles. God damn, she feels good!
Her warm, full body smells amazing. And she’s so incredibly soft, just like I remember. Unexpected feelings swim up to tighten my balls and make my heart beat faster. I want to protect her, but my raging hard-on throbs with a hunger to bury itself inside her wet, virgin hole.
In the sofa, she practically melts against me. Her delicious mouth tastes like chocolate cake and makes my dick throb. My own tongue waters to taste her private vanilla cream.
Her nipples grow even more rigid through her dress, driving into my chest. With a deep groan, I drag her closer, moving her against me, rubbing her nipples with my pecs. She whimpers my name into my mouth.
“Grayson…”
Damn. I love that she calls me that. Grayson. It feels even more intimate than when my family calls me “Gray.” Already this girl is breaking down all my defenses. I have to have her, Billionaires Club be damned. She is just too seductive to resist and I’m horny as hell with her body rubbing against mine right now.
Growling deep in my throat, I pull back from her. “Trina.”
“Yes.” Her eyes are dazed, her lips red and swollen from my kisses. She looks ready to get her virgin pussy pounded hard and thorough.
“I’m going to fuck you.” My breath brushes against her mouth with my words. “I’m going to take that sweet cherry of yours and make you feel really good. Are you ready for that?” I lean in and bite her full lower lip. “The experience of pleasing a man and receiving pleasure in return?”
Trina squirms against the sofa and I smell the heat and wetness of her pussy, tangy and pungent. “Yes! Please, yes!” she pants and squirms some more against me. The dress pulls tight against her breasts and I give up trying to be the good guy. The dress rips between my fists, the material falling to shreds.
“Oh, God!” Her sigh just about tears me apart as her fat tits fall out of the dress and into my waiting hands. “Oh, yes!” She’s so responsive to my every touch. I brush my thumbs over her nipples and she yelps. I pinch them one after the other and her eyes roll back into her head. She’s trembling so much from the nipple play that the rippling mountains of her breasts quake and shudder under the lights.
Oh god, I’m gonna lose it, right here, right now. But I force myself to focus on her. Red now from my pinching fingers, her nipples are too fat and juicy to resist. Groaning like a wild animal, I fall on them like a starving man. Mmm, yes. So delicious, just like I remember. Under my tongue, they’re sweet and hard and hot. I feel her grab the back of my head, her fingers sinking into my thick hair to hold me tight against her boobs.
But I don’t want to go anyplace else. At least not for right now. Panting with lust, I lick her fat, ripe tits. Her thighs fall open and the smell of her pussy is so intoxicating, so potent in the room. It calls to me and I can’t resist. I drag up her skirt and slip my fingers between her thighs to find that perfect wet place. She’s drenched, her pussy dripping over my fingers, the hot hole eagerly taking my two fingers. Her hymen, the delicate barrier of her virginity, stops me from going any further.