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  So I was in shock, being in the same room with this gorgeous man, given that my constant companions are usually weighty textbooks.

  “Um …” I stuttered. “Umm …”

  I wish I could say that I’d had the grace of a Cinderella waiting to break free inside, but I was just plain old me.

  The man wasn’t deterred though. With sinuous dexterity, he started unbuttoning his shirt, a massive bronzed chest coming into view. My mouth watered and I felt my knees go weak.

  “Ummm,” I stuttered again. Dammit! Why couldn’t I get my tongue untied? Maybe it was the sheer masculinity of the man before me, and the fact that I was practically salivating looking at all that bronzed flesh.

  The man didn’t bother to answer. In a flash, his jeans were off and holy shit, if it wasn’t the biggest tool I’d ever seen. I gasped in reaction. I’ve never made love before but I admit I’ve watched porn on my laptop and ohmygod, this guy had something that rivaled A-list stars. It punched out from his waist, the pole deep purple and riveting, veined and throbbing so hard that it vibrated, begging for my touch.

  Like a slave, I fell to my knees before the massive tool. My eyes were level with the shaft, and I cupped his balls in my hands before leaning forward to lick the tip of his glans with my tongue.

  The man let out a harsh, guttural moan, grasping the back of my head and winding his fingers through my hair.

  “That’s it, little girl, taste my seed,” he growled, his face clenched in anticipation.

  I have to admit, I was already addicted to the slightly salty tang on my lips and watched with fascination as a bead of white formed at the tip of his pole, that stickiness alluring and 100% male. I leaned forward again, this time fastening my mouth around the head of his cock, sucking on his crown, and savoring the taste of man milk as my hands gently massaged his balls.

  “Unnnf,” he groaned, throwing his head back, showing off a muscular, broad neck. God, this guy really was Adonis. I could see the ridges of his abs just inches from my face, and the heavy thighs were those of a man who worked out. He was definitely not some paper-pushing nerd.

  My cheeks flared and I felt heat course through my body although I’d done nothing but take the smallest sip of his dick. Slowly, I edged my head forward so that I had one, and then two inches of his shaft in my mouth, moving my lips up that velvety steel, savoring the hardness encased in the softest skin.

  “Oh fuck,” the man growled, his blue eyes snapping open to stare at me. I knew I looked ridiculous, my hair a mess, in my shabbiest clothes as I knelt before him in supplication. Why oh why hadn’t I changed after that exam? I was literally wearing an outfit that I’d slept in.

  But he didn’t seem to care. He angled his hips to get deeper in my throat and I let out a cry of muffled shock as he pushed insistently against my soft palate. Three, and then four inches moved down my esophagus. Swallowing madly, I tried to accommodate the hardness as best I could, my lips stretched as wide as possible with a bit of drool forming at the corners of my mouth as I was forced to swallow this piece of man meat.

  Sensing my gag reflex, the man pulled out roughly and instead took his shaft in hand, softly rubbing it against my cheek.

  “Like that, little girl?” he smirked, leaving a trail of saliva and seed on my face.

  It should have been demeaning but it wasn’t. Instead, I nodded wordlessly, my eyes looking up at him, begging him to take me and to show me more of this nastiness.

  He pulled me up and slung me onto the bed where I landed with my legs askew, my boobs and ass bouncing all over the place. My expression was shocked, but he moved forward like a predator, effortlessly stripping me of my jeans while snapping my panties off to reveal my bare, shaved pussy.

  He paused a moment, his eyes glued to my pink slit.

  “Show it to me,” he growled.

  I paused, unsure what to do. Show my pussy? But clearly, he could see it already.

  “Hold yourself open,” he added impatiently.

  Oh okay. Sliding two fingers down, I pulled my labia apart, tilting my knees up so that he could get a clear look into my snatch, the gleaming wetness steaming hotly. As he watched, a bead of nectar ran down my slit to drop wetly onto the duvet.

  With a growl, he was between my knees, licking my femininity, tasting the essence of my core. I literally screamed with pleasure, having never felt a man there before, much less a man’s tongue on my most private place. He lapped a few times before patting my pussy, pushing a thumb deep inside before drawing back in surprise. He’d tested my body and immediately realized my secret.

  “Fuck, you’re a virgin,” he breathed, looking at me with new eyes. “I didn’t know those existed in San Francisco anymore.”

  Yes, I was still untouched at twenty-five, and embarrassed to be, heat flooding my cheeks as I tried to pull my knees closed. But the man wouldn’t let me. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s just that most of the girls I’ve been with have done the whole block and then some,” he muttered disbelievingly, more to himself than me.

  But the realization only added fuel to the fire. “I need to be in you,” he said, streaks of color high on his bronzed cheeks. “The fact that you’re untouched … fuck, it’s unfucking unbelievable,” he growled.

  And with that he was between my knees, ripping my plaid shirt off before seizing my mouth in the deepest, most sensual kiss I’d ever experienced. Like a master, he commanded my body, overwhelming me with his power, his tongue in my mouth as his shaft probed my most secret space. With a slight push, the head of his pole found my hole and slightly entered my steaming pussy, my walls seizing on his pole as if it were the greatest gift to womankind.

  “Oh my god!” I squealed into his mouth. “Uhhh!”

  He looked down at me, those blue eyes gleaming with need.

  “Hold still baby girl,” he breathed in my ear. “It gets better, I promise.”

  But I wasn’t ready.

  “Just one inch,” I panted. “We don’t know one another!”

  He paused.

  “How much?” he asked again.

  “One inch,” I breathed, although even as I spoke, my hips were gyrating and trying to get him in deeper.

  A knowing expression crossed his face, a harsh flush covering those high cheekbones.

  “You think you can be happy with just one inch, don’t you?” he rasped. “You think you know what you’re doing.”

  I mewled beneath him, already excited beyond all bounds.

  “Just one inch,” I panted again.

  Slowly, he slid in a bit further. My cunt lips hugged his enormous shaft, and already, the stretch was intense.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned.

  He grinned, holding still.

  “I can stay like this forever, little girl. But the question is, can you?”

  With that, he reached one hand over to stroke my nipples, and I panted desperately, my eyes flying open.

  “Ohhhh,” was my delirious moan. His smile grew even more knowing, those eyes deepening to a dark navy.

  “You need it, don’t you?” he rasped. “One inch isn’t enough.”

  In reply, I began twisting and turning, trying to get him in deep, but his control was absolute. He was rigid, and I could literally see a vein pulsing along his pole, but he didn’t move.

  “Now beg me,” he commanded.

  “What?” I cried, my eyes flying open. “What do you mean?”

  “Say, I want you to fuck my pussy all the way,” he commanded.

  I stared at him, my mouth open even as I humped my pelvis forward, trying to draw him in.

  “No! I’m not going to say that! It’s dirty!”

  He merely grinned and held totally still like a statue. I mewled with need, twisting and crying out, my hands gripping the sheets.

  “Say it,” he commanded again.

  This time, my defenses collapsed.

  “Please put it in my pussy!” I shrieked. “I need it!”

  “Say all the
way,” he commanded.

  “I need it in my pussy all the way!” I shrieked. “Please fuck my pussy all the way!”

  With that, he shifted his hips forward, my pussy completely taken with his shaft lodged deep inside my cunt. I froze as pain ripped through my body, but it dissipated almost immediately and I began moving sinuously beneath him, enveloping him in my warmth, sheathing the pole of steel in my hot, moist channel.

  “That’s it baby,” he breathed between gritted teeth, trying to hold still as I adjusted beneath him. “I knew one inch wasn’t enough for you,” he ground out.

  And slowly, as I began to relax, he moved. Just centimeters at first, letting me get used to the feel of my first dick, letting me savor my first time tasting a cock. It was amazing. The shaft in me was huge, splitting me in two, pinning me to the bed as his weight pushed upwards. But my pussy felt so good, so womanly, that my female juices ran like a waterfall and I ground against him, telling him silently that I wanted more.

  “You like, yeah?” he grunted appreciatively and picked up the pace, thrusting that steel deeper into my wet snatch. My pink stretched and I cried out, my gasp captured in his mouth. His thrusts became more insistent and more demanding as my cunt wrapped around him, the flesh warm and welcoming, accommodating that hot male need.

  He grew rigid in my arms, his breathing hot in my ear. The rhythm of his penetration grew ever more insistent, harder, rougher, faster as he sought release. The man’s body stiffened suddenly, his face harsh and insistent, his biceps bulging and tense.

  “Baby,” he growled, “It’s fucking coming … FUCK!” he roared as his dick pulsed, throbbing in my box, spraying my cunt with fertile, white semen. I could feel hot spurts gush against my insides, my pussy contracting in orgasm, sucking that precious juice deeper into my vag, coating my ovaries as I fucked him back, letting my body go, losing myself in the moment.

  It was so wonderful that I allowed myself to relax for a moment, the man’s breath harsh in my ear. I stroked that big back, savoring the heavy, packed muscle and tried not to think about what I’d just done. But reality overcame me because I’d just fucked a stranger … with no protection.

  4

  Jake

  “Jakey,” the voice shrilled. “Time to go … NOW.” The blonde’s tone was more than a little annoying but I put up with it. After all, Jenna’s hot. She’s in law school, absolutely fucking gorgeous, and any guy would die to be in bed with her.

  But I’m the guy who got her, the one who swept her off her feet. Or I should say, she swept me off mine. One day, we were sort-of dating and the next we were engaged, with a ring on her finger and the whole shebang. I still have no idea what the fuck happened. I guess I just went with what was easy and convenient, which has left me up shit creek.

  I shook my head again ruefully. My life had been a whirlwind after the IPO party. After that incredible session with Tina, I got up to clean myself off. In the bathroom, I’d slapped some cold water in my face and studied myself in the mirror. My reflection looked back at me: blue eyes, black hair, and a thickly muscled chest. But this time around, my dick was coated in her female wetness. It was shiny and glossy with a mix of nectar and male seed.

  Fuck! I thought mentally, staring at my deep purple member like it wasn’t mine. Fuck fuck fuck! I hadn’t used protection – with a virgin, no less. I’ve been careless in the past before but still. Diseases are everywhere these days.

  I swore out loud again and got out a pack of condoms, slapping them down next to the sink before jumping in the shower. I was pissed but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to go for round two, or three or four, with the brunette. A hot box is a hot box, and she had one of the steamiest cunts I’d ever tasted, not to mention the fact that she was untouched. I couldn’t wait to sample that wet pink again, and I wanted her to drain me to my last drop, leaving me a destitute man.

  But when I stepped back into the bedroom, the bed was empty. The cavernous space was like a giant white jail cell, the walls closing in on me without her warmth, those bouncy brown curls, the way she moaned into my mouth as she came. What the fuck? What woman disappears after a hot lay?

  Was it because she was new to this? I could see a few red droplets mixed with dried juices on the sheets but nothing more. Surely Tina wouldn’t have freaked out at the sight of her own blood. Chicks had periods every month where they bled buckets, right?

  I was truly stumped. I mean, usually girls hang on way too long, hoping to wheedle something from me, sticking around when they should have beat feet long ago. But I’d been focused on Manning Pharmaceuticals for so long that I’d forgotten what a real woman could be like. I stumbled back into the party like a dazed man, the noise and crowded sea of bodies disorienting after the mind-blowing sex I’d just had.

  There was no trace of the curvy brunette in the room but someone else clearly had her radar on high. That blonde from before, the one shimmying seductively with her friends in the living room came up and “accidentally” brushed against me, grazing me with her tits. I want to say they were soft and jiggly, but that bitch had a boob job and it wasn’t the expensive kind. Her implants were like fucking rocks.

  “Heya stranger,” she cooed, flipping that blonde hair over her shoulder. “Care to dance?”

  I knew it was all a ruse. The blonde knew exactly who I was and how much I was worth. Plus, it was disgusting and profane to dance with another woman when I’d just been deep in the brunette’s body, but the blonde pulled me to the center and wound her arms around my neck, nuzzling me, cooing with saccharine, dove-like noises. Ugh. Fuck me. At the end of the night, I growled some vague promises to “see her again” and “keep in touch,” my mind still on the amazing fuck session with the brunette.

  But lo and behold, early Monday morning there was a message.

  “Mr. Manning, Jenna called,” chirped my secretary.

  “Who?” I shook my head mystified. It’d been a long weekend.

  “Jenna Walsh, from the party?” parroted Mary Beth. “She said to tell you that she’ll meet you at L’Osseria tonight as planned,” added MB.

  Oh fuck. I hazily remembered saying something about getting together but it was a brush-off, the usual thing that you say at the end of the night. How the fuck did this become a concrete dinner date?

  But I went to the restaurant that night. I had more free time than I’d had in years and figured I had to eat anyways. Hey, maybe a dinner out would take my mind off the mystery brunette.

  But one date with Jenna became two, then three, and pretty soon she was staying over nights, commuting down to her law classes or whatnot in the Valley. On paper, she was perfect. A great student, an environmental activist, sharp as a whip and beautiful to boot. I was roundly slapped on the back after my friends met her, congratulating me on snagging this up and coming beauty with brains.

  But it just felt fake you know? For one, I’d been asking around under the table for the brunette, trying to locate her. I’d thought about hiring a private investigator but it seemed too desperate and I was sure that our circle of friends would bring us together again. San Francisco is a small city, we were bound to bump into each other.

  But my discreet efforts yielded nothing. Zero. Zip. Zilch. It was like Tina had disappeared into thin air. I even tried asking Jenna in a roundabout way once, only to be met with a stone wall.

  “Hey, you remember the night we met?” I began off-handedly, trying to appear casual.

  “Oh yeah baby, I remember,” she cooed, toeing my bulge with her feet. Jenna has a bad habit of putting her legs in my lap which I hate because her feet are disgusting-looking, bent and withered like an old crone despite her weekly pedicures. It’s odd how someone so beautiful up above has such ugly appendages down below.

  But I charged ahead.

  “Did you see a brunette there? Maybe 5’5”, curly hair, plaid shirt, and those eyeglasses that hipsters wear? She looked like she could be a law student.”

  “Why?” the blonde ask
ed curiously. “She someone to you?” Jenna queried.

  “Nah,” I laughed nonchalantly. “It’s just that Cade met her and thought she was cute, he wanted to get her number,” I lied through my teeth.

  “Oh,” said Jenna. “Well, I have no idea who that was,” she waved her hand dismissively. “Sounds like no one. Why would your brother be interested in someone like that, anyways?” she asked. “He’s got mega-bucks to his name, can’t he do better?”

  I shrugged, unwilling to say more. “Just thought you might know. I mean, you knew a lot of folks at that party, you and your law school friends. How did you even hear about the event?” I asked casually. There had been a lot of randoms that night.

  “Oh you know, word gets out,” said Jenna. “We’re just poor students and when one person gets invited to a rockin’ party in the city, it’s kind of like an invitation to all of us. We drive up en masse and see what we can crash. Worst comes to worst, we’ll just drive back down or find a bar in the City to party at,” she added.

  Yeah, these “poor” students. I’d been on campus once to give a guest lecture at the law school, and that place was a palace for rich kids. There was wi-fi in every room, every student had a laptop, and the campus was gorgeous – like a giant country club, if you ask me. Of course, that doesn’t mean that there weren’t people on scholarship but at the same time, I could tell a lot of these kids were headed to lucrative careers as lawyers to companies that can pay … like Manning Pharma.

  I dropped the issue. Jenna could be a jealous bitch and I didn’t want to pique her suspicions with more probing into the whereabouts of my missing brunette. It was sad, but sometimes I lay awake nights thinking back to our explosive coupling, the curvy body, the feel of Tina cushioning me between her virgin flesh. I shouldn’t have left her alone after fucking that delectable body. Damnit, what had I been thinking?