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  “Shit!” he rasps. “Fuck, your mouth feels good.”

  Hungrily, I suck even harder like a dirty girl, enjoying the feel of hot man meat between my lips. Because this is where I’m meant to be – crouched in front of this man, ready to do his bidding, any which way he wants. This is my choice, my destiny, and my future … because Jordan Marks is the alpha I’ve given myself to.

  Chapter 12

  JORDAN

  Holy fuck, she sucks cock like a succubus. Katie’s careful and thorough, like she’s never done it before, which makes it even more of a turn-on. Mine is the first cock she’s ever sucked, and if I can do anything about it, it’ll be the last. Only a fleeting thought goes through my mind as to what that would mean - that we’d be together forever - and I’m surprised to find that doesn’t in the least scare me. But I can’t focus on it now. This girl is sucking my cock so good I’m worried I’m gonna blow my load down her throat, and there’s so much more I want to do to her.

  I glance down and see her full, pouty lips folded around the base of my dick as the hugeness of it fills her mouth. “Oh shit, baby,” I rasp. “You look so fucking good. Now give me those eyes. Let me see your pretty, grateful eyes as your mouth is filled with man meat.”

  She blinks, startled, but then that caramel gaze flicks up my way. And oh shit, it’s perfect. This is where Katie belongs, hungrily downing my fuckshaft while staring at me innocently, her cheeks bulging with my manhood in her mouth. I can feel her tongue sliding up and down my rod as she sucks, making me groan in rapture. She doesn’t seem to have a gag reflex at all, which is astonishing. In the past, my ten inches and wide girth have made many a woman uncomfortable in their feeble attempts to please me orally. But not this girl. Even though she’s new to it, she’s taking it like a pro, and as she starts sucking harder and faster, I feel my balls inching up tight and hard and I suddenly have to reach forward to stop her. Cupping my hand gently around her shoulder, I push her slowly away so my cock slides out of her throat, gleaming with a mix of saliva and pre-cum. She looks at me, coughing slightly, even as her big, brown eyes are wide with curiosity.

  “Didn’t you like it?” she mewls, still so innocent.

  “What do you think?” I growl, indicating my huge staff as it stands on end like a thick, pulsing, veined rod. She shrugs happily, making her tits bounce ever so slightly under dress. “You almost made me come,” I add, pulling her over to me by her waist.

  “I just wanted to show you how much I love you,” she whispers hoarsely as she lets me pull her up onto my lap so she’s straddling me.

  “I think you made your point,” I say with a horny grin. “But right now it’s your pussy I want.” This makes her moan in anticipation and I run my hands over her curves like a greedy, hungry ogre who’s just found his first meal in weeks. Pushing her dress up over her thighs to expose her cunt, now only covered by the thin, soaked material of her panties, I’ve got her right where I want her: her thick thighs spread open to either side of my lap, her huge tits right in front of my face, and her wide, soft ass free to be groped and squeezed by my roaming hands.

  “I wish I had eight hands,” I rasp hungrily as I feel up her huge tits with one hand, and squeeze her ass with my other. She moans, before giggling.

  “But then you’d be an octopus,” she whispers. “That would be weird.”

  It just turns me on even more.

  “Yeah, an octopus ready to slide one of my twitching tentacles into your pussy,” I growl. “And after I was done with one tentacle, I’d fuck you with a second one, and then a third, until we got to number eight.”

  The words are fucking disgusting, but it only turns Katie on.

  “Oooh, I like it,” she mewls, thrusting her pelvis back and forth in arousal, which presses her clit against the vertical shaft of my cock in front of her. She takes it in her hand and starts jerking gently while continuing to thrust her clit against my dick. She looks down into my eyes with her long lashes half-closed, her full lips slightly open.

  “Are you teasing me, young lady?” I ask in my deepest voice, but I only get a slow, coy smile in return as she grinds her clit harder against my cock. I’m not having this. Reclaiming control, I tear her dress open in one easy rip, making her tits fall forward heavily into my face, her large pink nipples practically dropping into my mouth. She moans loudly as I start licking them and I pull her panties to the side. Without taking my mouth off one of her nipples, I place both my hands on her wide hips and firmly position her so the head of my cock can nudge the warm, creamy opening of her cunt.

  “Yes, do it, Jordan,” she moans, barely audible through her arousal. And holding her firmly by her hips, I press her tight pussy down to squeeze over the length of my throbbing cock, impaling her onto me in one long, strong movement. She gasps, breathing heavily, her eyes closed.

  “Are you okay?” I ask as I can feel my cock stretching her tiny little cunt further than must be comfortable. But she nods and starts riding me, her tits swaying in my face with the movement.

  “Oh Jordan, the way you fill me up is -”, she moans, unable to finish her sentence. My hands on her waist, I watch her twat suck up and down my cock, her wet pink insides clinging to my rod. I have to clench my jaw to stop myself from just holding her still and fucking her like an animal. I breathe heavily, forcing myself to be patient.

  “You’re making me crazy, Katie,” I groan as her tight pussy moves up and down my cock, milking me as she rides. And holding her ass tightly in my hands, I start drilling the sweet female. I can’t help it. She feels so good, and her tits sway forward into my face and her pussy takes the hard upward pounding.

  “Oh, Mr. Marks,” she moans involuntarily, female juices gushing down her thighs and wetting my lap. She rakes her hands through my hair while crying out again, her pussy pummeled so good.

  But I want more. I want to tease and tantalize and expose her to a dark side where she’s never been. So slowly, one of my hands edges backwards until it’s stroking along the crease of her ass, and then slowly in between her luscious cheeks.

  “Ummm,” is her throaty moan, eyes closed and head flung back. “Yessss.”

  Good. She likes it. Ever so gently, I slide my fingers along her crevice once more and start caressing her anus, rubbing those tight pleats with my fingertips. She gasps. Katie wasn’t expecting this and the taboo touch makes her eyes fly open with shock. But she clearly loves it. She rides me faster and more urgently as I finger her tiny little hole open, moans rising in volume. And slowly, I push a finger into her ass while continuing to fuck her sweet twat from below.

  “Oh my god, Jordan, what are you doing to me?” she cries out in delirium.

  “Just feel, little girl,” I growl in response. “I want you to enjoy this.”

  “But you’re gonna make me come!” she exclaims, her voice now rising to that desperate pitch that means she’s beyond the point of no return. As a result, I push my digit deep into her ass while simultaneously thrusting hard into her pussy.

  “Kiss me when you come,” I order on a groan. And that does it. The double penetration makes my little girl fly off the handle and she lets out a loud squeal that I catch with my lips.

  “Mr. Marks!” is her delirious cry. “Oh god, yes!”

  Hearing my name on her lips causes the semen to jet uncontrollably from my fuckpole.

  “SHIT!” I roar, holding her in place as my cock unleashes itself, blasting stream after stream of hot, virile semen into her hungry cunt. Her eyes are still closed as her pussy absorbs it all, milking me dry. I pump all my seed into her, every last drop disappearing into that fertile twat before taking a deep breath and trying to get my head on straight. Fuck. We hold still for a while, breathing heavy and merely savoring the peace that’s descended.

  Then breathless, she opens her eyes and we look at each other, smiling together. I pull her forward onto my chest and wrap my arms around that curvy form, our skin hot against one another. She answers my embrace by circli
ng her arms around my waist, clasping them together in the small of my back where there’s some space between my skin and the leather upholstery. The side of her face comes to rest on my chest and I fork my fingers up into her hair, cradling her head as I hold her tight.

  “I can feel your heartbeat,” she whispers, exhausted from the power of her orgasm.

  “You’re the first, I think,” I answer in a deep, lazy tone, equally drained from all the sensations.

  “What do you mean?” she asks, sitting up to look at me quizzically, her tits hanging heavy and milky in front of me. I shrug, thinking a moment, as I instinctively reach up and fondle them lovingly.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever held anyone after sex. You know, close enough for them to hear my heartbeat,” I say matter-of-factly. Her face drops and so does her gaze, making her long lashes dust her rosy cheeks. “Why does that make you sad?” I ask, cupping her face.

  “I dunno,” she says, lifting her big brown eyes back up at me. “I guess it’s strange that you’ve never had that kind of intimacy before.” She pins me with her gaze as if she’s expecting me to suddenly remember that I had been this way with my ex-wife, Jimmy’s mother. But I hadn’t, so I stay silent.

  “Not even your ex?” she whispers incredulously. “Never?”

  “Sure, maybe,” I say, although I know it’s not true. “But not that I can remember.” She can’t seem to believe it.

  “Katie, listen,” I say gently but sternly, finding it odd that I’m consoling this little girl about the lack of intimacy in my previous life. The life before I met her, long before she was even born. “Everything that’s happened in my life made me who I am. And I’m proud of who I am. It takes a lot of hard work and toughness to do what I do. And if I’m hard and tough because I never let anything soften me, then I’m glad of it. I can’t afford any distractions or weakness.” But then I fall silent, just thinking. And I look back up at her with a wry smile.

  “But that was before,” I say in a growl. I tighten my grip on her neck, caressing the smooth softness. I squeeze passionately in mock anger. “Before you came into my life and fucked it all up.” This makes her giggle.

  “Sorry, not sorry,” she mewls.

  “From your perspective, it must seem odd to you that at my age, I’ve never shared this kind of intimacy. Do you come from a loving home, Katie?” This question makes her face soft and serious, as her eyes cloud over with memory.

  “Yes,” she whispers. “I’m an only child and my parents love me very much. They’re very supportive.”

  I’m silent for a moment. “Then you’re really lucky, sweetheart. You got to see true love modeled before you, and that’s worth a lot.”

  I take her small, soft hands and envelop them in mine, kissing the tips of her fingers. Katie shudders suddenly, and I realize with a jerk that my cock is still deep inside of her. We’re so comfortable together that our bodies are one. But we can’t stay like this forever. Folding my arms around her waist, I slide my rod, hard and gleaming out of her twat. She gasps, throwing her head back. Oh yeah, my baby girl likes it.

  Knowing that the load of cum I just shot up into her pussy will make her messy - what goes up, must come down, after all - I hand her tissues from the compartment in the limo door. And I press a button, calling the chauffeur’s attention.

  “Jeffrey?”

  “Yes, sir,” it comes from the speaker.

  “We’re ready,” I say.

  “Yes, sir,” he answers. Leaning backwards, I feel the car smoothly pulling away from the curb.

  “Where are we going?” asks Katie softly as she adjusts her dress as well as she can. Unfortunately, I ripped it down the middle, and she has to tie the material together to make sure her huge tits stay covered.

  “I’m sorry about that. I’ll get you a new one,” I say, grinning while shoving my cock back in my boxers and zipping up.

  “It’s okay,” she laughs. “I have lots of clothes.”

  I lift an eyebrow at her. “Of course, baby girl, but I want to take you shopping. Plus, there’s something else I’ve been meaning to do since I took your virginity last week.” This makes her big brown eyes go wide with curiosity.

  “What is it?” she purrs.

  “You’ll see soon enough,” I grin, pulling her closer in the crook of my arm. This curvy little goddess has me enraptured. I want to take care of her. I want to bring her to my penthouse and put her in a bubble bath before carefully drying her with a big towel. I want Katie to have everything she desires, and before, this feeling would have terrified me. But now I’ve come to accept it because there’s a name for this emotion. It’s called love.

  Chapter 13

  KATIE

  I feel like I’m in heaven. I’m actually riding a limousine, lounging in the arms of a man who could have any woman he wants, and he wants me. Nerdy, curvy Katie Jones, who until recently was a virgin who thought there was something wrong with her. There really is a god.

  Plus, Jordan Marks wants me to promise myself to him. It’s unbelievable. I still can’t believe he thought it would be hard for me to do. But then again, the billionaire’s proving to have more to him that I thought. At first, he’d been all arrogance and masculinity, which I found irresistible. But little did I know he’d become even more irresistible once he showed me his true self and made himself vulnerable. I’m not sure where this is going, but I feel safe. I undoubtedly trust him.

  “Here we go,” he growls, and with my head resting on his chest, I feel his words vibrate through his body before I hear them. Jeffrey has gotten out of the car and opened the door, and Jordan gets out, then holds his hand out for me. I feel like a princess as I take it and exit into the daylight, which is suddenly blinding after the atmospheric dusk inside the limo. I look around at my surroundings and feel my breath stop in my throat: we’re in a very fancy part of New York City. I hadn’t really been paying attention to where we were going; the darkened windows of the limo didn’t really allow for much of a view even if I’d cared to look.

  “Come on,” says Jordan with an amused grin, taking me by the hand. I’ve been standing here gawking at the gorgeous buildings and blossoming treelined streets with my mouth open, like the potato I am.

  Inside the gilded entrance hall, Jordan’s expensive shoes click on marble as he strides confidently towards an elevator, while my flip-flops make more of a dragging sound, making me feel like a peasant in a castle. But Jordan doesn’t seem to care. I join him in the elevator, and as we ride up, he circles my shoulders in his arms, kissing my hair.

  “Is this where you live?” I ask shyly.

  “Yep,” he growls into my hair. I can see from the reflection in the gilded walls of the elevator that his eyes are closed. The image is so touching it sends butterflies through my stomach and I return his embrace, laying my hand across his ample pecs. It suddenly strikes me we haven’t seen each other fully naked yet, and I burn to see him with his clothes off. The elevator continues going up and up, then stops and opens with a ping. Jordan steps out into the light, pulling me with him.

  For the second time in a few minutes, my jaw drops to the floor in amazement. I freeze as I find myself standing in the penthouse of this incredible building. The lounge I’m poised in is made of marble, the vast expanse blanketed with expensive carpets and furniture, a full-fledged bar, a grand piano, with floor-to-ceiling windows to boot. Actually, they’re not windows, they’re more accurately glass walls. This penthouse is a glass box on top of a skyscraper, affording a view not just over all of Manhattan, but also of the surrounding boroughs. In fact, on this clear day I can see the greenery of the Hudson Valley in the distance.

  “Holy cow,” I whisper in awe, making Jordan chuckle in a deep, amused voice.

  “I’m glad you like it,” he says, coming in from behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “I’ve wanted to bring you here since I took your virginity. It wasn’t right, the way it happened.” This surprises me and I turn around to face hi
m.

  “I thought it was amazing,” I say earnestly, looking up into his piercing blue eyes, which sparkle with the light streaming in from the walls of the penthouse. He looks suddenly strained, and winces.

  “Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, it was hot. It was fucking hot,” he growls. “But,” he adds, smoothing my hair behind my ear, “as soon as it was over, and I saw I’d made you bleed, I realized I should have taken your virginity somewhere nice. Somewhere where I can pamper you afterwards. It’s what you deserve,” he explains, and kisses me. The feeling of his lips on mine makes me wet again, but I want to wait. I want to see what he brought me here for.

  “So what happened today then, in the limo?” I tease as I pull away from the kiss. “That wasn’t supposed to happen?”

  He laughs wryly.

  “I’m not a superhero, Katie,” he chuckles. “You got on your knees and starting sucking me off. What’s a man to do?” This makes me laugh.

  “Well, I’m here now,” I say, my voice suddenly husky. I can feel his hardness through his pants as he holds me - he’s ready for another round, too. “What is it you want to do to me so nicely?” I ask coquettishly, unable to wait any longer. He grins and takes me by the hand, starting to lead me down the hall. If I thought the penthouse was huge just from standing in the lounge area, I was wrong. He leads me to another floor along a mezzanine, that has an actual ballroom below.

  “Whoa!” I can’t help but exclaim.

  “That’s for another time,” he says, amused, and pulls me along a corridor to the living quarters. I glance in through open doors as we walk down the hall and see bedrooms.

  “How many bedrooms are there?” I ask him with genuine amazement.