"Yes, Mr. Black, yes, ohhhh, tastes good."
And with that, he came. With a giant roar and a quick flick of his wrist, he grabbed a nearby loofah and came into it, strong pulses of sperm spurting into the sponge, the yellow material coated with sticky white, dripping and hot. And I came as well, I couldn't help it. I was so sensitive to him, to everything about him, that seeing the big man orgasm, his eyes glued to my curvy form, devouring me as I kissed my breasts, nipping gently at my sensitive nipples, sent me tumbling over the edge as well. With a shudder, my pussy clamped hard, once, twice, the electrical sensations in my breasts shooting down to my cunt, cream gushing between my legs as I stroked myself, working myself up to a frenzy.
"Oh Mr. Black!" I cried out, our eyes locked in sparkling ecstasy as we let go simultaneously. "Yes!"
And with a roar and a groan, he was on me, penis still mid-spurt, dropping the loofah into the tub as he hauled me close and came on my belly, mouth crashing down on mine for a hot kiss. His lips were pure electricity, sensations churning in my cunt as if his mouth were touching me there, and not up above. Because I've been kissed a few times before by high school boys, but there was no comparison, absolutely none. In fact, my previous experiences were positively laughable compared to Mr. Black's touch because the alpha male's mouth was commanding, hungry on mine, his tongue probing between my lips, sweeping and devouring as his cock shot all over my belly, my thighs, drenching me in hot, sticky white.
And I could only accept it, I could only sigh and take what he had to offer, soft and beckoning, a woman in his arms, creamy and all female.
"Yes," I murmured when he let up a bit. "Give it to me, yes."
The big man burrowed his head between my neck and shoulder then, his hot pants a warm gust on my sensitive skin.
"Fuck baby girl," he ground out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
I laughed silently, stroking that big back with gentle palms, breasts heaving up and down with exertion. Because it had been good, soooo good, so dirty, and instead of dreading the coming week, feeling trapped, a prisoner with no options, instead the opposite was true. I was looking forward to my illicit vacation in Vegas, the lessons to be learned, the tutoring that was to come … and all of it at the sensuous hands of my buyer.
CHAPTER NINE
Troy
Oh fuck, but she was so sweet, so illicit, and so dirty in her own small ways, the brunette had no idea how appealing she was. The small strokes to her nipples, how that peachy, curvy form rose from the water to play with herself, water sluicing off the smooth curves of her shoulders, trailing down her belly to drip from her vee. She had no idea how much she channeled Venus rising from the waves, a vision that would drive any male crazy.
So yeah, I did it. I came hard, my hot fuck spurting into the water, all over her, creaming against that soft belly, rivulets dripping down her thighs and trailing sensuously between her legs.
And as I pulled back, big body still alert, semi-hard even, the brunette did the dirtiest thing. A small palm reached between those sweet ham hocks and she began massaging the semen into her skin, stroking her labia with the sperm, even pushing a little of it into herself.
"Baby, is that what you usually do?" I ground out, staring, dick getting hard again.
And she giggled a little. I guess my captive was warming up to me, not quite so tentative anymore, relaxing, enjoying herself. In fact, she was acting positively slutty right now, opening her thighs so I could get a good view, stroking her twat while pushing my DNA in.
But right, that was the problem. My DNA.
"Baby," I ground out again, voice sharper. "Are you on the pill?"
And suddenly the ramifications of her actions hit her as well. The brunette sat up in the tub with a jolt, scrambling, water splashing everywhere.
"No," she breathed, clinging to the tub edge. "Oh god."
And we were both silent for a moment.
"No worries, honey," I ground out again. "I didn't come in you, the chance that any semen got in you just now is slim to none. I'm sure we're fine."
But she was still silent, breathing hard, cheeks flaming.
"Baby girl," I tried again. "I'm sure it's fine. You're fine. You're safe."
But the brunette shook her head then.
"It's not that," she said slowly, "It's that ... well, I want to feel you in me, you know, with nothing on," she murmured, cheeks flaring with color.
I stiffened then, eyes seizing hers, blue capturing brown. But I made myself go easy, made myself relax, breathe deep once again, summon the Zen. Because I was twice her age, ten times more powerful, and again, she was a virgin. The brunette didn't know what she was talking about.
"Honey, I'm not sure what they taught you in sex ed, but if my semen gets in you, there's a good chance you'll get pregnant," I said, voice firm. Fuck, didn't all girls know this? Virgins especially? Plus, all the females that went through screening were supposed to be on the pill, so what the fuck? Management was going to get an earful from me, this was way out of line, a major slip up. But in the meantime, there was still this delectable morsel before me, telling me she wanted my dick in her body, bare, unprotected, nothing separating us. So I turned back to her.
"Baby," I started again, "You're young and fertile, and without the pill, I'm gonna get you pregnant, it's gonna happen," I rumbled, trying to sound reasonable. "So you need to start with hormonal birth control so I can come in you."
But she shook her head.
"I know all about it, and I can't start the pill now, it'd be no use," she said slowly. "You have to begin right after your period ends, and I'm mid-way through my cycle right now so we'd have to wait two weeks."
My heart sunk. Fuck, I was gonna have to use condoms with her? Diaphragms? My cock shriveled just thinking about it, I fucking hated latex and those things always look so disgusting, the limp rubber such a turn off. How the fuck had this happened? All girls were supposed to be protected before they came to a buyer.
But the brunette was a confounding one because she shook her head once more, still biting her lip.
"Besides, I want to feel you in me," she said softly. "I want to feel your cock in me, nothing but you, deep and hard, Mr. Black."
And I almost cracked then, giving into her sweet, hot words. The opportunity to take a virgin, pushing into her, spurting my cum, potentially impregnating her was a delicious thought. Taking this particular virgin especially, making her scream with ecstasy as she tasted her first cock, pussy pulsing, milking me dry. Fuck yeah, I wanted it. But the girl was too young, she didn't understand the consequences, didn't know what she was saying.
"Honey," I said, taking her face between my hands. "This is sheer madness, loony bin-talk. A baby is a real thing, and you're just a baby yourself. You're what, eighteen? You can't be having a kid this early."
But she nodded stubbornly.
"I'm not a baby," she retorted. "I'm legal, in control of my body, and I know what I want. I want you, deep, nothing but you," she reiterated, seizing my eyes.
But I shook my head, sighing. This women's lib stuff definitely had unintended consequences because of course the brunette was in charge, her body was a gift, a sweet, sensuous form that was all her own. But at the same time, how do you persuade a headstrong teen that a baby is not the answer? Was I supposed to get out an educational video and play it for her, show her how devastating the consequences of caring for another human being 24/7? One that was a helpless newborn at that, unable to bathe, feed itself, or do anything except shit and eat? So I shook my head again, brows drawn. Because the ramifications were so great, so momentous, that there was no way she was in her right mind. And I decided to drive home reality, make sure the brunette realized how crazy she sounded.
"Baby, um, what was your name again?" I asked casually.
She colored. That's right, we hadn't exchanged names, despite the sensuality surrounding us, the fact that we were both still nude, our privates dripping with the remnants of our lust.
"I-I'm Ellie," she murmured, coloring. "Ellie Danes."
"Well, I'm Troy Black," I rumbled. "And you know nothing about me. You only just found out my name. Do you realize what you're asking for? To have a baby with a man you don't know?"
But the little girl was either the looniest cowgirl out there, or she knew something I didn't. Because she shook her head again, brown curls tumbling around her shoulders.
"I know," she murmured. "We just met but we'll get to know each other over the next week, and besides," she smiled again, "I've always wanted to be a mom."