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  I had no idea why I thought that was a good idea, but it was only short lived.

  “If you want to kiss me baby girl, you can’t be scared when you do.”

  Steele held me firmly by the waist as leaned in closer to me.

  “Try it again,” Steele softly ordered. I exhaled and reluctantly pressed my lips to his. As soon as our lips met though, his tongue pushed through my lips, inviting itself into my warm mouth.

  I gasped at first, because the sensation of his tongue felt wet and foreign.

  But Steele pulled my legs apart, moving himself into me. His lips pressed hard against my own, and his hands found my ass.

  I could feel a tiny cry of ecstasy trying to escape my lips, but I swallowed it as he kissed me passionately.

  I had never felt so alive. Steele’s hands were big and strong and as he swept them over my body, my pussy began to gush with arousal and lust.

  As we kissed, Steele groped my boobs, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples until I was moaning into his mouth. As we kissed and writhed, Steele grunted and grabbed my hand. I gasped as he shoved it against his crotch. Steele arched his back and growled at me as he rubbed my hand over his stiff manhood. It was the first time I’d ever felt a cock, and my cheeks flushed bright red

  “Let’s go back to the bedroom,” Steele growled, breathing onto my neck. Shivers cascaded down my spine as his lips caressed my collar bone.

  “Okay,” I whimpered softly. Picking me up and slinging me over his shoulder, Steele hurried to the bedroom. He kicked the door open with his foot and roughly threw me on the bed. I bounced softly and held my breasts in my hands as Steele stood in front of me and starting undressing.

  He looked me straight in the eyes as he unzipped his pants and quickly unbuttoned his shirt. I stared in amazement at his body. He had huge biceps and rock hard abs, and after slipping out of his boxers, his cock popped out. It was hard and huge. I swallowed hard as Steele came close to me and grabbed me by the hair.

  Steele stood over me with a devilish glint in his eyes. His cock was huge. The tip was like a mushroom, and the rest of it was huge and pulsing and veiny.

  My mouth felt dry as he moved closer to me, his cock bobbing up and down. I took my shaking hand and placed it on his cock. It felt soft yet strong.

  “You feel that?” He asked. I nodded quickly as my breath left my body.

  He climbed on top of me and licked his lips. I was expecting him to immediately rip my panties off, but he did everything slowly.

  Steele laid down on top of me, placing soft, small kisses on my face, neck, then chest. His hands lingered on my breasts as he squeezed and kissed them.

  Sweat beaded all over my skin as I anxiously awaited his next move.

  He was like a jaguar standing over his caught prey.

  His eyes were hungry, and his teeth ready to sink into my flesh.

  I opened my legs slightly to let air come to my pussy. My panties were sticking to my pussy from the wetness that had formed.

  Steele loved this though.

  Taking his fingers to his mouth, he licked them then pushed a finger against the crotch of my wet panties. I exhaled softly as he rubbed my throbbing clit through the soaked material.

  He rubbed up and down at first, then in slow circles. My legs shook as his eyes locked with mine. I could barely take it.

  I wanted him to fuck me. My pussy was wet and ready to be demolished by his thick cock.

  Steele took a step back, admiring my trembling body.

  “Do you like what you see?” Steele grunted as he pushed my head closer to his cock. I nodded quickly, ready to take his cock in my mouth, but he pushed me onto my back and ripped off my panties.

  I gasped as he kissed my mouth hard and squeezed my breasts with rough, large hands. As Steele shoved his tongue in my mouth and kissed me roughly, I trembled and shook. Steele’s hands traced my curves and I shuddered as he broke the kiss and stared down at me. Lust gleamed in his blue eyes and I shivered at the knowledge that soon, I would no longer be a virgin.

  Steele spread my legs and leaned into my pussy, dragging his tongue along my clit. I whimpered as hot pleasure traveled through my body.

  I started to move my arms, but he grabbed them and pinned them down. He surfaced from my wet pussy and crawled up to me, his lips inches from mine. I could smell my musky scent on his lips and tongue and it made me shudder.

  “Don’t move, Rosy.”

  Despite the sweltering heat in the bedroom, chills cascaded down my spine. I wanted him so badly.

  “Yes sir,” I complied obediently.

  Steele grinned as he went back down to my pussy. He stuck his thick tongue in and out of my waiting hole, teasing it with small circles.

  I cried out as he sucked on my clit, then inserted half of his finger inside me.

  “Oh, fuck,” I muttered as sweat covered my entire body.

  Steele came up once more and kissed me, sucking hard on my bottom lip.

  He was hungry for me, and I was desperate for him to devour me.

  “Lay back and spread your legs,” Steele ordered. Without hesitating, I obeyed him at once. I closed my eyes and whimpered softly at the knowledge that soon, I would no longer be a virgin. I expected Steele’s cock to plunge deep within my body, to pop my cherry and make me scream with pleasure.

  When I felt the soft warmth of Steele’s tongue on my clit, I gasped. My eyes opened suddenly as pleasure began to rip through me.

  Steele’s tongue flicked quickly against my clit, over and over, making my legs shake. I could barely contain the moans coming out of my body as Steele’s licks became harder and more intense. I grabbed the sheets as my body began to shake with the pleasure of it all. As Steele sucked and licked my clit, I arched my back and yelped with pleasure. A strange feeling was coming over me – almost like something gripping me between the legs. It was strange and weird and new, but I wanted more. My cheeks flushed bright red as my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. The pleasure gripped me and I cried out in ecstasy as I grabbed a handful of Steele’s gorgeous hair.

  He took my legs and brought them up to his waist, sweat beading on his muscular chest.

  “Relax and take my cock,” Steele ordered. I nodded as he swiftly thrust his hard cock into me. Pain mixed with pleasure in my body and the intense sensation tore through me as he plunged inside. He started out soft, then quickly got faster and harder. I could feel my pussy stretching to fit his hard dick.

  “You’re tight pussy is taking all of me!” Steele growled possessively as he continued to pump into me. Steele put his hand around my throat and choked me. I gasped and struggled for air but Steele held firm. Soon, the pleasure racing through my body grew more intense and I realized Steele’s grasp around my throat was making me feel even hotter.

  “You feel so good,” I whimpered, holding onto Steele’s wrist.

  Steele pulled out and flipped me on my back. He thrusts his cock into me again, this time even rougher. My eyes rolled back as I could feel his huge cock deep inside me.

  “Fuck me, Steele!” I cried out.

  “Are you gonna make me come?” Steele growled as he grabbed my hair, making my head snap back.

  “Yes!” I screamed. My legs trembled as Steele released his fingers from my hair and grabs my neck again. He lowered himself closer to me, breathing down my neck. I closed my eyes as I entered a world of ecstasy where only Steele and I existed; I didn’t ever want this moment or feeling to end. His cock felt amazing inside me, and his jagged moans were thrilling to hear – I loved knowing that I was making Steele hot.

  “I’m gonna come!” Steele grunted as his thrusting became harder and harder. I squeezed onto his hands as I felt both Steele and I come together. Steele moaned louder as I cried out, our breath both rough and jagged. I smiled with satisfaction.

  “Wow,” I whispered as I stared into Steele’s gorgeous blue eyes. My cheeks felt hot and my hair was clinging to my face.

  “Yeah, you better ha
ve enjoyed that,” Steele muttered with a sexy grin. He kissed me hard and squeezed my thighs.

  My pussy was throbbing still as Steele towered over me, looking deep into my eyes. He licked his lips and took his hand to my face, pushing my hair off my face

  I felt breathless as his eyes pierced through me: I could barely form proper words..

  “Oh, thank you sir!” I said, but immediately regretted it. I couldn’t think of anything to say, because my mind felt so jumbled, almost as if I were drunk. Why did I say something so stupid? Oh, if only I wasn’t so naïve!

  Thankfully, Steele only laughed. “You’re welcome baby girl.” Steele winked at me and pulled my face close to is, planting a kiss on my forehead.

  I giggled and bit my lips. “Are we going to that every day?” I asked timidly.

  “Oh, yeah. And more than once each day too,” Steele told me. “You’re about to get a crash course in the art of gratification.”

  I blushed and looked down to see Steele’s hard cock still buried within my wet cunt. I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me again. But I shouldn’t feel that way! My dad sold me to Steele, it didn’t make sense for me to want him so badly! I’d never have admitted it, but I wanted to be with Steele in every way possible. I smiled again as I Steele pulled out of me. I never imagined I’d meet someone like Steele, but I wanted to learn all I could about the art of gratification.

  Chapter 8

  Steele

  I woke up feeling like a king, and I decided that I wanted to put Rosy to the test. Quietly, of course. It was time to see if she could fulfill my needs.

  After waking up from an amazing night’s sleep, thanks to last night’s sex, I felt well-rested. To my surprise, I saw that Rosy was already up and dressed.

  Her curly hair was wet from the shower, and she had on a pair of tight blue jeans and a white t-shirt that clung to her body. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her magnificent tits were on display as she walked across the room, bouncing with every step of the day. Under the covers, my cock twitched as I watched her pink nipples harden beneath the soft white cotton.

  “Up already?” I teased as I kicked the covers off and smirked. My cock was fully hard, and I wanted Rosy to see it. I wanted her to know the delicious effect she had on my manhood.

  Rosy laughed as she towel dried her hair.

  “Well, I figured after my nice, hot shower, I’d get started with my duties.”

  “Duties?” I repeated with a raised brow.

  “Yep! I’m going to make you a breakfast fit for a king,” Rosy informed me. I sat back on the bed as a grin spread across my face.

  “Off to it then!” I said, reaching out and slapping Rosy’s huge ass through the denim of her jeans. Her cheeks felt luscious and juicy in my hands and I wanted nothing more than to rip that cheap fabric off her and fuck her again. But I knew I had to wait – after all, Rosy was a beginner…and I’d have to go slow with her if it meant training her the exact way I liked.

  Rosy giggled and hurried off to the kitchen. I yawned and rolled over in bed as thoughts of what I’d do to Rosy filled my mind. After fifteen minutes, I was so horny that I couldn’t stay in bed any longer – if I did, I knew that I’d wind up jerking off and wasting a perfectly good orgasm.

  I got up, then walked to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. When I was done, I pulled on a clean shirt and pants before pushing my hair away from my forehead.

  I flashed a smile in the mirror. I was one lucky man.

  Thanks to unloading my cum into Rosy last night, I had tons of energy to get work done. I thought about putting work off for the rest of the month, but The Grand was a non-stop job for me. I had to make sure things ran smoothly, even if I was on “vacation.”

  I slid out of the bedroom and made it to my office, quickly stealing a glance at Rosy. She was stirring something on the stove and she licked pancake batter from her index finger.

  I hid myself behind the wall, not wanting to disturb her. Her eyes closed as she dipped her finger into the pancake batter again. She moaned in satisfaction as she swallowed the thick, creamy pancake batter, dripping a little on her chin.

  As she stuck her tongue out lick the pancake batter away, she flipped a pancake on the stove. Her tits jiggled slightly and my balls began to ache with lust.

  Shaking my head, I tore myself away from the sight. I had to get some work done.

  I settled in the office and sat back in my chair, throwing my feet up on the desk. I felt the way every man should feel, and there was nothing that could change that.

  I dove into my usual work of checking emails, and answering phone calls when I heard a soft knock on the door.

  Breakfast was ready.

  “Come in!” I called out.

  Rosy pushed through the door with the tray in her hands, bringing in the aroma of delicious bacon, eggs, waffles, and French toast. I couldn’t help but smirk – standing there with her arms laden and her tits popping out through her shirt, Rosy looked every bit the curvy country waitress.

  “Very nice,” I said, raising an eyebrow at the large meal in front of me. Rosy giggled softly as she placed the tray on the desk. Her breasts spilled slightly out of her shirt, adding the perfect touch to my breakfast.

  “Cinnamon waffles, raisin French toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, and a fresh glass of orange juice,” Rosy reported proudly.

  I picked up a piece of bacon and took a bite.

  “Nicely done,” I complimented her. Rosy looked down coyly as her cheeks flushed.

  “Anything for you,” She replied softly. I winked and patted on the chair next to me.

  “Come sit and eat with me,” I ordered. Rosy seemed flustered as she hurried to sit next to me. I scooped some waffles and eggs onto a plate and handed it to her.

  “Thanks,” Rosy said shyly. “I’m starving.”

  “Of course, you are” I said drily. “I gave you quite the workout last night, didn’t I?”

  Rosy didn’t answer. She dipped her head and smiled bashfully before taking a small bite of eggs. For a moment, we eat in silence. I’d almost forgotten what it feels like to share a meal with someone else.

  “What were you like when you were my age?” Rosy asked as she swallowed a piece of waffle. Her brown eyes were wide with curiosity.

  I was a bit thrown off by her question, but I supposed it was interesting enough to answer.

  I paused for a second to think about something intriguing to say. I didn’t need her knowing too much of my past or emotions, but I figured telling a little bit couldn’t hurt.

  “Well, for starters,” I began to tell her as I took another sip of my orange juice. “I liked sports and exercise, which would explain my physique.”

  Rosy looked down at her food and nodded her head.

  “I can see that,” she giggled. “But how’d you manage to make a success out of yourself?”

  I sighed and sat back in my chair.

  “Well I worked my ass off in school to make good grades, and then senior year I applied to scholarships. I saw how the poor lived and I knew I didn’t want to be that way. I guess I got lucky.” I stared down at my glass as the past flooded back into my mind like wildfire. I didn’t need – or want -- Rosy to know too much of my past.