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  I pulled back then, using iron control, eyes hot with desire.

  “Baby,” I ground out. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  Her eyes flickered for a moment before opening, cheeks flush, body on high.

  “Tell you what?” she panted, hips wriggling. “Please Daddy, do that again,” she pleaded, trying to push her cunt back onto my mouth.

  But I resisted because shit, this is exactly what the Billionaires Club wants. We want fresh, new virgins, girls who are untouched, with everything to give to a buyer. And Abby was absolutely up that alley. Everything was intact up there, this was the real deal, a teen with a curvy, nubile body, her insides wet and willing like a slut, and yet completely untouched. It was like buying a luxury item, not only was she new, but she was new with tags.

  So I pulled away again, running my tongue over my lips, savoring her tangy musk. The brunette tasted so good and it was killing me, my dick wanted to spurt so bad. But I couldn’t. I was here for a job, to scout the best women, and a bonanza had just landed in my lap.

  “I’m sorry baby,” I ground out. “But the fact that you’ve got a hymen changes everything.”

  Abby went completely still, juicy cunt still quivering mere inches from my face, leaking wetly.

  “What?” she whispered, anguished. “Why? What was I supposed to tell you?”

  I shook my head again, so torn and yet knowing my duty.

  “Baby, you’re a virgin,” I rasped. “I just tasted your hymen.”

  Abigail gasped then, color rushing into her cheeks. Slowly, she pulled her leg off the back of my chair, like the gates to heaven closing and looked into my eyes.

  “You tasted my …?” she stuttered, eyes confused. “Are you sure?”

  I grunted then, dark streaks slashing my cheekbones.

  “I’m sure,” I ground out. “You’re intact baby, the tissue’s there, I just tested it with my tongue.”

  The girl blushed hotly then, sitting down and crossing her legs, the show of modesty almost hilarious after what we’d just done. After all, her tits were out still, swaying and huge, and fuck, but the taste of her cunt lingered on my lips, juicy and wet. Oh fuck, I wanted it so bad but this was a fucking job. I was here on a mission, to source girls, and I couldn’t let down the brotherhood now.

  “But …” she trembled, body quivering with a mixture of lust and confusion. “But is that bad? I’m so sorry if it’s bad,” she whispered, looking down. “I just haven’t found anyone, I didn’t know …”

  I cut her off.

  “Baby don’t apologize,” I ground out roughly. “It’s not bad, but it ups your value beyond anything you’d recognize. It’s pure gold, baby, you’re sitting on a gold mine and it’s yours to do as you wish.”

  But the girl didn’t get it because she’s never heard of the virgin auctions. So she shook her head, confused.

  “Whatever it is, Daddy, I don’t care,” she said slowly, eyes pleading with me, those pools of caramel so warm, so delicious, that I practically drowned. “Please Daddy,” she whispered again. “I’m sorry, I just want you.”

  And somehow, the breathy cries, the plea from the depths of her heart, got to me. It was surprising because I’m a man with iron control, I’ve fucked hundreds of chicks, and now a naïve, innocent virgin was breaking down my walls. No, more than breaking down my walls, she was tearing them apart, brick by brick bare-handed until I had no defenses whatsoever. So I fucking gave in and compromised.

  “Daddy can’t take your pussy honey,” I ground out, eyes electric. “That’s yours and Daddy’s not gonna take it when you don’t know better. But Daddy can make you feel good, do you want that?”

  The little girl mewled again.

  “Yes,” she pleaded. “I want you. I want you in me,” she begged, staring meaningfully at my dick. And of course, I spurted then, just a small squirt, the pre-cum glossing my shaft as my hips jerked involuntarily.

  “Baby you do that again and you’re gonna be seated so hard, so fast on my rod that your teeth are gonna knock,” I growled, eyes like coals. And of course, but that only made the little slut’s eyes light up, the girl sitting up straighter at the idea, perky and eager. I shook my head. How had I found such a whore? A virgin whore, too, an oxymoron if there ever was one. So I regrouped, changing tactics.

  “Forget it baby,” I ground out. “Forget that I ever said that. Just come here and let Daddy make you feel good.”

  The brunette opened her mouth to protest before shutting it quickly. Abby’s a smart girl, and she knew that I wasn’t gonna budge, that she wasn’t getting dick in that sweet space for reasons that were still a mystery. So giving in, the female quivered before getting up and approaching once more, that fine, fleshy form swaying with each step.

  “Where Daddy?” she asked. “Where do you want me to stand? Or do you want me to sit?”

  I jerked my head.

  “Just like before baby, just like before, put your leg up on the back of the couch and let me taste that pussy again.”

  And mesmerized, as if in a trance, the brunette obeyed. One fleshy leg was poised above my head, her twat just inches from my lips and I closed my eyes and breathed deep again, savoring the nearness of her snatch. Because oh yeah, just two minutes away from her wet heat had been too much, and I let the heavy smell of aromatic pussy surround me once more, the heady, spicy scent.

  “Fuck,” I ground out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  And with that, I was back at her snatch, sampling her hole once again, running my tongue in circles around her nub, laving up and down both walls, touching every inch of that delicious pink flesh. But this time I was going further. With two hands, I reached up and grabbed her hips, bracing them with my hands.

  “Slide forward honey, just a little,” I ground into her twat.

  Abby squealed.

  “But Daddy!” she protested. “You’re gonna be … oh, unnnh!” she cried out. Because yeah, I was going for it. Sure, I couldn’t push my dick into her vag, I couldn’t take her virginity, but that didn’t mean that I was gonna sit by and let her get away. I was gonna violate this little body good without crossing any boundaries, and that meant tasting ass. Because I’d pushed Abby forward a bit until her anus was poised over my mouth, and sure enough, as I licked that dark pucker, her tight pleats contracted immediately with delight and shock.

  “Ohhh!” she panted, leaning forward, boobies heaving as I tonguefucked her butt. “Oh god, this is so wrong!”

  I just grunted, enjoying the musty, savory taste of her asshole. Because I’m a dirty motherfucker and I love every inch of a woman. There’s no part of the female form that’s off-limits, no part that’s taboo, untouchable. Sure, I wasn’t punching through her hymen today, but like I said, there’s no hymen in a woman’s ass so I wasn’t technically breaching my commitment to the Club.

  And I went for it. I mouthed that anus, running my tongue lightly over her rim before spearing the dark hole, pushing deep into her tightly resistant anal cavity.

  “Fuck,” I ground out. “Fuck your butt’s tight.”

  And Abby squealed again, vaginal juices running like a stream now, coating my chin as I gave her a good buttfuck.

  “Oh god! Oh god!” she moaned and panted above me, white flesh heaving with ecstasy. “Daddy!”

  But I wasn’t done yet. Because this might be my only time with the little girl before I turned her over to the Club, before she went up for auction, and I was gonna use my time wisely. So without stopping the motion of my mouth, I reached up with one hand and slowly rubbed her clit, giving it a thorough massage.

  The brunette ate it up, the tremors in her body grew more intense, that butt clenching up on me before relaxing, pussy nectar now gushing form her hole like Niagara Falls.

  “Unnh!” she screamed again, poised above me, body thrumming as I worked her secret spaces. “Oh oh oh!”

  And grinning to myself, I went for it. Slowly, I wormed one finger into the chickadee’s vaginal hole, her f
lesh so tight, wet and hot, cushioning me, shivering with the penetration. That’s right, I couldn’t fuck through with my dick, I’d break the goods, but I could absolutely tongue and finger-fuck the delicious female, and I meant to do it within an inch of her life, pushing the boundaries. And Abby tensed, eyes flying open, looking down at me with shock as she felt a man’s digit in her for the first time.

  “Oh!” was all she could manage, boobies heaving. “Oh!”

  I grunted deep in my chest, still going at her anus with my mouth.

  “Enjoy it,” I muttered deep into that ass. “Let yourself get fucked, baby girl, let yourself get fucked.”

  And with that, Abby was swept away. The thing with virgins is that they have no experience, they’re sleeping in twin beds dreaming of unicorns and romance, sweet and innocent. So now, to be completely nude while playing with a strange man, my tongue up her butt while I fingerfucked her vag, was too much. The brunette’s senses went haywire and with a full-on scream, her body jerked violently, puss contracting in a series of spasms around my finger. Oh fuck, oh fuck, it was so tight that my digit almost broke off, she was squeezing so hard.

  But that wasn’t the only place that shook like a mofo. The girl’s anus began clenching too, clamping down like a vise, once, twice, as orgasm rolled over her in waves, both holes penetrated.

  “Unnnh!” she cried out, eyes squeezed shut, tossing her hair back, those sweet lips parted. “Oh god, oh god!”

  And I rode her the entire way. Oh yeah, Abby thrashed this way and that, pussy juice squirting, rectum blinking like a madman, but she couldn’t lose me. Sure, she bucked and tossed, but my tongue was way up that anus, my finger stuck deep in her insides, and as she twisted and turned, I stroked that hymen again, loving the hot tissue, pushing my mouth into her backside. And despite the fact that she wasn’t touching my dick, the unexpected happened. Yeah, I fucking burst like a fifteen year-old, I fucking exploded all over, my cock twitching and jerking with spasms, stream after stream of hot fuck flying into the air, spattering the couch, the floor, the table, and even onto those retarded plants. Me, Mr. Alpha Billionaire, who’s fucked dozens, if not hundreds of women, came like a geyser just from tasting a sweet, succulent woman.

  So yeah, both of us gave it up, our cries blending like a symphony, my deep roars mixing with the girl’s breathy shrieks. And fuck, but there was juice all around us, my sperm all over the furniture, her wet pussy drips smeared on the couch, moist and glistening. Shit, there’d be a lot of cleaning up to do after.

  But this was the Billionaires Club. An off-shoot, sure, but it was still the Club, and I wasn’t worried about the mess. This place was here for my pleasure, just like this girl was mine to own and dominate. So after it was all over, after the waves crested and we got our breathing under control, I pulled my face from her ass and just looked at the girl, licking my lips like I was savoring the juiciest morsel.

  “Have fun, baby?” I ground out. “Did you have fun?”

  And Abby, sweet little slut that she was, didn’t answer at first. Instead, she looked down at herself, leg still propped up on the back of the sofa, pussy and ass spread wide, quivering with aftershocks. But instead of clamping those thighs tight and acting like a shy innocent, the slut went for it. With a coy smile, she reached down and swiped a bit of goo off the couch, my semen slick and shiny on her finger. Without any hesitation, the brunette held her pussy open once more and slowly stroked around her hole, looking deep into my eyes while pushing that sperm-coated finger into her sweet folds.

  “Yes Daddy, I had fun,” she purred, doing the dirty with my semen, her finger wet and tacky. “I had lots of fun, did you?”

  I grunted, dick jerking once again, flying loose with a few last bursts of cum. Because shit, I wanted this girl. Sure, I was supposed to source her for the Club, to stock our cupboards with the finest female flesh, but suddenly I knew that I’d be violating my vows to the brotherhood … because this girl was mine.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Abby

  After our night in the Club, I’d gone back to the dorms, quickly stuffing things into a duffel as Jennelle looked on.

  “But you can’t!” she protested. “What about … what about..?” she huffed, gesturing furiously.

  I didn’t look up, hands moving quickly as I crammed random things into the bag, grabbing this and that.

  “Don’t worry about me,” I soothed in as calm of a voice as I could manage. Because of course, what I was doing was absolutely crazy, it was fucking nuts. But I had to do it. My body and soul told me that my future lay with Jared, that I needed to be with Mr. White for the next couple days, to see where this path took me.

  But Jennelle sputtered again.

  “This is crazy!” she protested, literally grabbing one of my wrists this time, forcing me to pause. “I don’t know what happened tonight, but Abby, you can’t just go off with some strange guy. It’s insane, and besides we have finals coming up!”

  I almost laughed because Jennelle’s the least academic person I know. That girl wouldn’t crack a book if you paid her, getting dudes to do her problem sets, to write papers on her behalf. Heck, if I could get a man to do that, maybe I’d be sailing in school too

  But the thing is my man wasn’t in class, he didn’t go to Hudson University, not by a long shot. My alpha is a real man, hard, dominating, with an edge to him that makes my soul thrill and pussy sizzle. And I had to go to Jared, to see what he was offering despite the warnings from my friend, like I was about to be kidnapped.

  “Abby!” she said sharply. “This is fucking crazy! Who did you meet last night? I swear, I was set up with a bunch of losers, didn’t you get a bunch of losers too? Guys with nose hair poking out, dressed in Adidas track suits and gold chains? Abby, what happened to you?”

  That made me pause for a moment. My pal had a point. What had happened to me? I’d met a man who rocked my world, who’d swept me off my feet, giving me my first real orgasm. He’d even convinced me to take my clothes off in public for crying out loud, letting him lick my breasts and snatch, even pushing his tongue up my back hole. It was crazy that I’d done it, and not just given in but thoroughly loved it. I’d loved feeling that hot tongue in my secret spaces, the big hands stroking, fondling, making me shiver all over. And it’d been so heavenly, so deliciously dirty, that I only wanted more. So I was throwing caution to the winds to be with Jared for another couple days, to attend this “Billionaires Ball” he’d told me about. And straightening my shoulders, I turned to Jennelle.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, eyes firm. “But I’ll be okay, okay? I know you care about me, but don’t worry, it’s all good.”

  Much that did. Jennelle snorted like a skeptical cow and grabbed onto my wrist tighter, her grip surprisingly strong for someone who couldn’t weigh more than ninety pounds.

  “No Abby, I can’t let you do this,” she stated authoritatively, her other hand snatching my duffel and holding it out of reach. “I can’t let you walk off with some strange dude! This is so weird, what in the world is going on with you?”

  I eyed the bag, the faded canvas packed with college sweatshirts and flannel pajamas. Thoughts of making a dive for it crossed my mind, grabbing the sack and dashing for the door, making an escape. But you know what? It didn’t even matter. Jared had told me that I didn’t need anything at the club, that everything would be provided for. And somehow, I knew these raggedy college clothes weren’t what I’d be wearing, that somehow he’d provide, that everything would appear magically at his words.

  So straightening, I seized my purse, swinging it over a shoulder.

  “Jennelle,” I said firmly. “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. Everything’s gonna be fine. I’m totally prepared for finals, and I already finished my big paper, turned it in early even. Now let me go.”

  But my friend shook her head stubbornly, grip tightening, mouth in a firm, straight line. I softened somewhat, touched to the heart. Because this is what friends are for ri
ght? They call you out when you’re acting nuts, let you know you’re going wacko, and I could see the blonde’s point of view. But the thing was that my future lay on the other side, and it was time to go no matter what she or anyone thought.

  “Please,” I said again. “Trust me. You know me, I’m boring Abby, what could I be up to? It’s fine, things are gonna be fine.”

  And Jennelle went for one last plea, although she released my wrist.

  “At least tell me where you’re going,” she wheedled. “What if your parents call? I have to tell them something.”

  I was still for a moment, stumped, because the truth was I wasn’t even sure where I was going. Jared had told me that this club he belonged was throwing a giant party in a couple days. He thought I’d be a star there, that I’d be a perfect fit for this elite “brotherhood” he kept mentioning. But I couldn’t tell Jennelle because it was so far-out, so unbelievable, that it’d only prompt more questions, which answers I didn’t have. So I shook my head again, avoiding her eyes.

  “I’m gonna be fine,” I repeated gently, walking to the door, my hand on the knob. “I’ll be totally fine. If my parents call, just tell them I’m studying. It’s finals after all, and they know I study twelve hours a day when the going gets tough. So just tell them that,” I said persuasively.

  Jennelle watched my departing figure with helpless eyes. Because what I was saying was true. I’m a nerd and then some, and usually during finals week, I hit the books like a madman, pausing only to eat, sleep, and go to the bathroom. So it was normal for me to disappear during Quiet Period, the seven days leading up to finals. It was normal for me to go AWOL, and my family would understand.

  And with a final last wave, I shut the dorm door softly before striding out front to where a black car waited.

  “To Mr. White’s place please,” I murmured, sliding in on the leather seats, and the chauffeur nodded his head, tipping his hat.

  “Certainly miss,” he replied, and just like that, we were off, barreling through the streets of Manhattan before coming to a stop before a huge, imposing stone building. I gasped. We’d stopped on Fifth Avenue, Jared literally lived across from the Met, Central Park lush and inviting behind the museum. Oh my god, this was beyond luxurious, and my heart started beating furiously. Was I in over my head? I’d thrown all caution to the winds, sure, but I thought I could handle the big man. I thought I was up for the task, with my tempting body and feminine ways.