Beg Me-Sold to My Dad's Boss

“A fuckdoll,” I confirmed. “You come to my house, stay with me for ten days, and let me fuck you every which way,” I ground out, never letting go of her eyes, her caramel ones penetrated by my deep blue.

And she gasped, the color rising to her cheeks, so beautiful, so delicious that I almost spurted right there, almost let it go right there in the cab of the car. But I forced myself down, willing my dick not to give it up so soon, so close to winning.

And with a slow, trembly inhale, Lindy spoke.

“Mr. Jones, are you sure?” she whispered. “Because,” and here she paused. “Because I’m a virgin,” she stumbled a bit on the words.

Now it was my turn to be astonished. A virgin? The teen girl before me was a virgin? How could any woman with a body like hers, the huge tits, the soft, strokable tummy, the luscious thighs and pink cunt, be a virgin for crying out loud? How was it possible that no man had ever breached this beautiful acreage, had never pushed his dick into that tight cunt, never been milked by her inner walls? I practically fell out of my seat but forced myself to stay calm, my breathing ragged even as I stared at her.

“Baby, is it true?” I ground out hoarsely. “You’ve never been touched by a man?”

And her blush grew even deeper, spreading to her chest, disappearing below her neckline, making her breasts rosy. Oh god, how much I’d give right now to see those tits, those creamy pendulous orbs quivering before my eyes. But if I played my cards right, they’d be mine and so much more. Because the girl was nodding again, her eyes bright, chin trembling a little.

“Yes, Mr. Jones,” she said biting her lip. “I’ve never done it before so I’m not sure I could be- be your fuckdoll,” she said, stumbling over the words, as if almost unsure of the correct phrasing. “I’m sorry, is that okay?” she said quickly, her eyes lighting up with worry. “I just wanted you to know first,” she finished quietly.

And I sat back in my chair, leaning my head back against the headrest, closing my eyes for a moment. Holy shit, this changed everything. Because I was going to be able to use an untouched girl, sample flesh that had never been touched by a man before, teach a girl to love taking dick, scream for my cock night after night. Her cunt would be curved to the shape of my dick, and I wanted to, oh god yes, I wanted to, I wanted to make Lindy mine, imprint her with touch, brand her with my mark before any other man.

So I sat up abruptly, eyes blazing, taking the teen’s chin in my hand and meeting her gaze intensely.

“Baby, it’s even better this way,” I growled. “I’ll take care of your body, of you, I’ll make sure everything’s okay,” I promised, my eyes full of emotion. “Just say yes.”

And the brunette nodded, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Yes, Mr. Jones, yes,” she whispered against my lips, her sweet, scented breath mixing with mine. “I’ll be yours.”

And I kissed her deeply then, pulled the brunette to me and kissed that pouty, full mouth, searing her lips with mine, imbuing our contact with everything I felt, every hope I had, giving her a preview of our intimate moments to come, her breasts flush against my chest, that sweet, curvy body leaning against mine, so soft, so willing, so womanly.

“Baby girl,” I murmured into her ear. “You won’t regret it, I promise.”

And the girl sighed against me then, melting into me, giving herself to me fully. And although I was the one supposedly in charge, the one who had all the experience, held all the cards, somehow the situation was careening away from me … and I was in serious danger.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Lindy

I swung my duffel bag and ran down the steps to the kitchen.

“Hey Mom, hey Dad,” I greeted lightly, “Sorry I have to go back to school early, I know it’s a surprise.”

And Brenda made a frowny face before leaning forward to kiss me on the forehead.

“Oh honey,” she sighed, “we barely saw you and now you have to head back so soon? But you just got home.”

And I nodded, flushing a little on the inside. I was supposed to return for summer school, that was true, but summer session didn’t start for two weeks. I’d fed my parents a white lie about the coffee shop needing extra help during this time, how they needed me to come early to hold down the fort.

So my parents had nodded sagely, eating it all up, never suspecting that I was moving into Chris Jones’ place for ten days to be his … oh god, I could hardly say it. Fuckdoll. Fuck. Doll. Fuck + Doll. The word made my cunt shiver, the cream begin to drip, my insides moist and hot. Because even the thought of what was about to happen made me grow achy inside, my pelvic region tingling, my knees weak as my pussy pulsed pleasantly. Was I ready for this? Could I do it?