SWEET HEART Page 5

  She crawls toward me like a feline, her eyes shining not with fear now but excited anticipation. Her shoulders and ass undulate as she moves. When she reaches me, she sits before me like a submissive, waiting for her master, her eyes, expectant, and a bit fearful. The shadow between her legs beckons me.

  I frame her beautiful face with my palms, running my thumb across her soft lips. “Never been kissed, huh?”

  “You’re my first everything,” she breathes.

  I bend and kiss her.

  Jesus. The sweetest lips.

  She moans weakly and it’s the sexiest sound. I meant to be gentle, even just for her first real kiss, but it only lasts a few seconds. She’s too delicious and my tongue takes her innocent lips like a marauding conqueror. I plunder her.

  Soon, even her sweet lips are not enough. I want to taste all of her. I pull away, panting. “Stand up.”

  She does and my face is now on level with her chest. Mother of all tits, she’s got a perfect rack.

  I cup her tits in my palms, weighing their fullness. “These are beautiful, sweetheart.”

  She moans and pushes her chest at me, her hands holding on to my shoulders. I roll her nipples between my fingers. Such pretty little things. I know that once I have her on her back, I won’t be able to stop myself from sinking my dick into her. I want her wet and ready at least for that, because fuck, it’s going to hurt.

  I lick one of her nipples. She gasps, electrified, her fingers sinking into my hair. I squeeze her plump boobs, rubbing my face all over them. She melts and goes pliant, chasing her breath. Leaning her weight against me, I hold her hips to support her and feast on her breasts like a starving man.

  My hands cup her ass, squeezing the rounded globes, growling as I sink my fingers into her flesh. I want her so fucking bad! I suck her boobs, coating her skin with my saliva, marking what is mine. Fuck, I don’t know what I want to do the most right now, taste every inch of her of fuck her hard on the bed and fill her with my cum.

  My fingers snake between the crack of her ass, homing in on her pussy from behind. I hiss a ragged breath when I encounter her wetness. “Jesus, baby…You’re so fucking wet for me.”

  “Uhmmm,” she moans, more like a cat mewing in delight. “I’m so sorry. Ohhh, I can’t help it.”

  “Why are you sorry, sugar?”

  “I’m a mess down there.”

  I growl in masculine smugness. “I want to mess you up even more. I want you so wet for my cock.” She’s dripping, her juices trickling down the insides of her legs.

  “Will it hurt?”

  I nearly blow my load at her question. I clench my lower belly to stave off my urge to cum.

  “It will because you’ve made my cock so big, but you will be so hot for it. I want you to come all over it.”

  “Come? I don’t know how…”

  I emit a cross between a growl and a laugh. Is she for real? She’s too good to be true, and yet I want to believe she’s really innocent about sex and she’s experiencing everything with me for the first time. It’s the biggest turn on for me. The caveman in me is going berserk.

  I explore her warm, wet folds as I suck her luscious tits. I rim her little hole but avoid fingering her. Somehow I don’t want to destroy her innocence like that. I want my cock to do the honors in entering that door first. I pull my hand out and lick my fingers, tasting her cream.

  She stares at me, her eyes dazed and dilated with arousal, and yet her modesty shows. She’s flushing in the dim light. I grin and put my fingers on her lips. “Taste how delicious you are, baby doll.”

  Shyly, her tongue darts out to touch my digits. Her eyes widen and then become smoky with further arousal. “I taste…good.” Then she’s sucking my fingers. The wet heat of her mouth around my fingers delivers intense sensations straight to my dick, sending my libido into overdrive.

  It’s my undoing.

  I topple her onto her back on the bed.

  I open her legs wide and kneel between them, staring at her drenched pussy. Easily the most beautiful cunt I’ve ever seen, and knowing it’s untouched and innocent of a man’s touch except mine drives me crazy with wanting her. I want to own it. I want to stamp my mark on it. I want her pussy to know no other dick but mine will ever have it.

  I gently touch her pink petals, opening them wide. Her clit is swollen, ready to cum. And I’m going to make it cum so hard, that’s a promise.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful,” I breathe in wonder as I stare at her juicy cunt.

  She raises her hips in invitation. “Ashton, please…”

  I play with her, my fingers gliding up and down her wet slit, concentrating on her clit. She’s chasing her breath like a fish out of water, moving her hips restlessly.

  “You like this, baby? Tell me how you feel, sugar.” I replace my fingers with my tongue and she goes wild under me, making those sexy sounds I’d want to hear over and over.

  “It’s so good, Ashton…ohhhh…my….god…ohhh!”

  I want her to come first, so it won’t be too painful. I know I’d rip her with my thickness. Fuck, my balls are going to explode.

  But so is she. I know it. She’s practically rubbing her pussy on my face, begging me not to ever stop as I tongue her clit for all my worth.

  I’m leaking on the fucking carpet but I give attention to her pussy a bit longer. I grip the base of my cock hard to hold off my ejaculation because she tastes so fucking good. I feast on her clit and suck and manipulate it to fast track her orgasm…her very first orgasm.

  “Ash…oh god, Ash…oh oh oh…” She’s thrashing on the bed, her legs restless at her sides.

  I push her cit fully out of its hood and tongue it relentlessly.

  She screams and explodes on my lips, her cries of pleasure washing over me.

  I push her up the bed and climb on top of her, spreading her legs wide.

  “Baby, I’m going to fill you now. You want my cock, sugar?”

  She’s still in the throes of her orgasm. “Oh Ashton, yes, please, please, please!”

  She doesn’t know what she’s asking for but fuck, I gotta be inside her now. I don’t want to waste my seed on the sheets. I want it all inside her. My thoughts are uncharacteristic of me but I have no time to be rational. I need to cum.

  “Hell, yeah. Here it is, my heart.”

  I rub my cock head against her slick folds, wetting my entire nine-inch length from root to tip.

  I try to ream her sweet little hole, but it’s so fucking tiny. I will really have to hurt her to enter her.

  Fuck, look at that virgin cunt. Mine for the taking. Mine alone.

  I kiss her lips. Her sweet flavor mixes with the taste of her delicious pussy on my tongue and I know once would not be enough with her.

  I push at her entrance. Hard. Staking my claim of this territory.

  She cries out under me. There’s a popping feeling as my cock head blasts past the outer ring of her pussy and into the tightest cunt I’ve ever entered. I groan at the incredible feeling of being choked by her hot wet sheath. But it’s not enough. She’s barely taken a couple inches of my length.

  She’s mewing under me, a distressed sound now. Her eyes are scrunched shut. I’m hurting her. But I can’t stop now.

  “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry!” I drive my tongue into her mouth and push deeper, forcing my entry. I feel something give way, like a barrier being ripped open. Maybe I’m too big and she’s too tight, but I’m pretty sure that was her cherry. There is definitely a difference. I can feel it. Fuck oh fucking fuck, how good is this?! My skull is going to implode with pleasure.

  I kiss her harder, trapping her pained sounds with my lips and ram my remaining length inside her until I’m balls deep. An animal groan rips out of my throat. I’m shaking from the inside out from the incredible sensations rioting in my entire system.

  I pull out and ram back. Totally owning her pussy.

  She’s crying out, but her limbs are around me, holding me
tight as if drawing strength from me. I lose myself in the urgency of my need.

  I pound in and out of her. She’s so fucking wet, so fucking hot, so fucking tight.

  I almost can’t breathe from the intense pleasure gripping my body.

  I take her nipple and suck hard as I hump her hard and fast.

  Sweet. Hot. Virgin. Mine. Mine!

  I cum like I never did before.

  My entire body rocks with every burst as I press my pelvis hard against her, filling her with every drop I got.

  My mind blanks out of everything save for the perfectness of being inside her, of pouring all my essence into her.

  I collapse on top of her, drained of all energy. My release was like a tempest that swept me away, tossed me helplessly into the vortex of bliss, and I’m scattered all over the place, weightless in utter contentment.

  I’d pay a million bucks for another one of that.

  Jesus.

  So. Good.

  Too good.

  Chapter Six

  HEART

  I NEED TO GET UP. But my body won’t obey me. I don’t want to open my eyes yet. Is he still on the bed?

  I lay still, holding my breath, listening for any sign of his presence in the suite. I hear nothing. He’s not beside me anymore.

  I slowly open my eyes. The space on my left is empty. The only traces of him are his scent on the sheets and on my skin, and the dent left by his head on the pillow, and the tenderness I’m feeling where he’d touched and plundered me all night long.

  I sit up on the bed. My body feels sore, my muscles ache, but I feel alive. Happy for the first time in years. I gave my virginity to the man of my choice, and he was the best lover. I have fifty thousand dollars in my possession now. I’m so ready to face my future.

  But I’m not prepared for the odd feeling in my chest. Like my happiness is not complete despite the pleasant turn of events.

  Sighing, I look around and notice a piece of paper stuck to the phone on the bedside table. I reach out for it.

  Gone to an important meeting. Be back soon. Please, stay another night. Want to spend more time with you. Order room service. I left you some money. Use it to buy whatever you want. Bring my phone so I can contact you. ~Ash

  I see an envelop and find three bundles of cash inside. Thirty thousand dollars more or less. There’s also a smartphone.

  What the hell…? Is the guy nuts? Or simply too loaded to care? But then again he’s staying in this suite fit for royalty. This is probably peanuts to him.

  So, he wants me to stay another night. Another night of what we had last night.

  This is so not in my plan. I should be gone by now. It’s the deal. I don’t need to stay.

  I bounce out of bed and hit the shower.

  ASHTON

  I keep stealing glances at my watch. My lawyers and Prem’s lawyers are discussing some intricacies of the contract and it’s dragging like forever.

  “So, how was the sweetheart? Was she as sweet as she looked?”

  I pretend not to hear Franco beside me. I want to shout at my lawyers to hurry the fuck up.

  “Was she really a virgin?” Franco whispers.

  I grit my teeth. Why do I want to smash my good friend’s teeth in for mentioning Heart in such context? I find it really aggravating. Nobody must talk about her like that.

  “Come on, give me some feedback. She has to be worth the hundred grand Prem paid for her cherry.”

  “Shut up, Franco,” I warn him.

  But he’s not taking the hint. “What? Scale of 1 to 10? Are you pleased?”

  I glare at him. “Yes. Now, shut it.”

  “Can I have her now?”

  “No!”

  Franco backs off, surprised at my reaction.

  Shit. I practically snarled at him like a bulldog whose favorite T-bone was about to be snatched away. The people in the room got distracted and glanced in our direction for a bit.

  Franco is giving me a knowing grin now. “Ohhh, you are very pleased. Good. Good. I’ll wait for my turn. No worries.”

  In your fucking dreams, I want to declare, but I bite my tongue. Shit, what is happening to me? That babe had cast a spell on me. I can’t stop thinking about her.

  I can’t wait for this meeting to be over.

  HEART

  I bought one thing I really needed. A watch. It wasn’t exactly cheap, but I can afford a little luxury today. I know it will last for years. This will always remind me of Ashton. The best time of my life. I know I will never forget him for as long as I live.

  I smile at the thought of the man I gave my virginity to. I have decided, I want one more night with him.

  Oh, the things we did last night. He was a demanding lover, rough at some point, but not sadistic. He gave me incredible pleasures. Made me come several times before taking his own. Made me reach heights of bliss I didn’t know I was capable of. I was not attuned to my sexuality until he started touching me. I’ve been avoiding sex at all costs that I never even explored my own body for fear of becoming like my mother.

  But now, I’m so aware of my femininity. I’m thankful that I’ve experienced it with Ashton, a man who knew what he was doing and not with some inexperienced boy my age or a selfish man. It was the best first time any woman could ever wish for.

  He didn’t use protection last night. I’m on the pill, but it isn’t enough protection from the other things. But somehow, I’m not worried he’ll make me sick. Ashton looks like a man at the peak of his health. I don’t want to worry about that or it would ruin my happiness, and I know this is fleeting.

  I enter a coffee shop and order a latte. I sit there beside the glass wall, leaning on the plush seat. I could never have afforded even the smallest cup of coffee in this establishment within this five-star hotel, but I’d enjoy this one cup today. Just once to celebrate my good fortune. I know I can’t afford to be wasteful with money once I’m in California.

  The phone rings just before noon.

  I smile and take the call, my heart racing. “Hello?”

  “Where are you?”

  “In a coffee shop.”

  “Coffee at noon? What about lunch?”

  My cheeks are warming up. His voice on the phone is so sexy. ”You wanna have lunch?”

  “I’m starving. Had a long meeting. Meet me at Joel Robuchon on the third level. I’ll wait for you there. I’m on my way.”

  “Okay…”

  I pick up my backpack near my feet and leave the coffee shop. I had to look at the hotel’s floor plan to locate the restaurant.

  When I finally find it, I hesitate. Of course, it’s a pricey, fine-dining one and I’m not dressed properly. I’m in my tattered jeans and tee.

  I call Ashton’s number. He picks up right away. “I’m here, outside,” I say.

  “Wait for me. I’m coming out.”

  Not even a minute passes and he’s at the restaurant’s entrance. His face lights up when he sees me. My heart races even more at the sight of him. So gorgeous in his three-piece suit, every inch the dashing businessman that he is. “Come on.” He takes my hand.

  “But I’m not dressed properly.”

  “You’re fine.” He pulls me toward the entrance and I have no choice but to go with him. The lady at the reception gives me a disapproving look, but she’s all smiles at Ashton. He guides me into the posh restaurant as though he owns it.

  A minute later we are both seated at a corner table overlooking an outdoor garden. A waiter comes to take our order.

  “Shall I order for you?” he asks.

  “Yes, please.” He orders for the both of us. I wouldn’t know what to order anyway. This place looks like a haven for celebrities and the super wealthy. I feel so out of place, but Ashton makes me feel that I belong. I’d never have expected it from him. All things considered, he’d paid for my time already, and for my services, as well. Even though I willingly gave myself to him, he did give me a hundred grand first.

  When the waiter
leaves, he leans back in his padded seat and smiles at me, his eyes roaming all over me. My cheeks warm at the sensual look he’s giving me. But there’s something else. He looks like he’s really happy to see me today, that he’s so glad I didn’t leave yet.

  “Did you go shopping?”

  “Yes.”

  “What did you get?”