Page 399 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

He took my mouth in sex-drunk kisses and grunted at me, “I’m getting close. I’m gonna come.” He sucked at my lips. “I’m gonna come. Can’t hold back. Gonna shoot my load in your pussy. Oh, shit…oh, shit, I’m close. I’m so fucking close…”

Hearing this made a new excitement well up within me again. Knowing he was enjoying my pussy and that having his dick inside me was getting him off, filled me with a satisfaction even better than knowing how much he loved my blow job. Somehow, it made me feel even hotter inside.

Skillfully keeping his cock sheathed in me, Elijah brought himself up on his knees and continued fucking me that way. Penetrating me without stopping — as neither of us wanted him to stop — he licked the tip of his thumb, then brought that thumb down to where his cock was so urgently at work, and found my clitoris again.

The combined feelings of his cock pumping inside me and his moistened thumb strumming at my clit were like an alarm going off inside my brain and my body. My whole being seemed to ring like a great big bell. I knew what was happening to me. It was the same thing that was taking over Elijah. By playing with my clit at the same time as he plunged his shaft inside my pussy, Elijah was carrying me along to the same place he was going. He was using his experience, which was so much greater than mine, to bring usbothto climax.

It hit me like a mallet hitting a gong. It crashed and reverberated from my brain out through my whole body, out to the tips of my fingers and toes. It was a huge, enormous, resounding, pulsating blast of pleasure. My limbs locked, my back arched, my mouth flew open even wider than it did to suck his cock, and the sound that I made seemed like every kind of loud outcry that a person can make, all at the same time.

That was my first orgasm. My transformation was complete. The person I had been up until that point was gone forever. She died in the throes of indescribable pleasure. Corinne was dead; long live a new, post-orgasmic Corinne.

Even as my own climax took me over, Elijah let loose with one of his own. He rammed all the way into my pussy and held himself there for one last thrust. He threw back his head and released the death-and-rebirth sound of his own orgasm, though it was certainly a death and rebirth that he’d had countless times already. It didn’t matter; it was his first one withme.And, it was the first spurt of his thick, hot cream inside the channel of my pussy and the inner reaches of my womb. Filling me up with hot, white sap from the limb of his maleness, Elijah creamed away the last vestiges of my virginity.

When he pulled out his slowly softening cock, it was still spurting semen, and an amazing contentment settled over me at the feeling of it flowing out from him onto my vulva and my mound.

He leaned over and looked down at his man parts and the cream flowing thickly onto my lady parts. He licked his lips and muttered, “Oh, shit.” Then, suddenly, a spent weakness came over him. He settled down on the sofa beside me and we lay there, two naked, happy bodies in the glowing bliss after Elijah showed me what it was to be fucked.

A post-coital silence fell over my living room. I thought about the sounds we had made while Elijah was fucking me, and whether any of the people from the other apartments in the building might have been walking by my door while he was doing it.Had one of the neighbors been out there, hearing us?I could imagine their possible reactions—surprise, shock, embarrassment, amusement. They might have reacted in any of those ways, or all those ways, hearing us and thinking,Somebody is fucking Addie in there!

That was only one of the ramifications of what I’d just allowed to happen. While I didn’t regret it, I now had a number of new things to think about. The first thing was how much I truly loved Elijah’s body and cock and how very much I hoped he wanted to fuck me again. And again and again. But there were other things as well, and they’d all have to be dealt with.

For instance, there were the plain facts that I’d just given my virginity to Elijah — my boss. I always knew I’d lose my virginity some day, but I would never have thought I’d lose it under circumstances like these.

That was actually the easiest part to deal with. What worried me more was that Elijah had no idea that what he’d just done to me was my first time.If he knew that he’d just taken my virginity, what would he think?

He had gotten naked with me and fucked me under the assumption that I was already an experienced woman.What would he think if he knew the truth? Would he think I’d had him fuck me under false pretenses? Would he think I’d used him to lose my maidenhood? Was it even possible for a man to feel a thing like that?I didn’t know. Even though I was no longer virginal, I was feeling how truly inexperienced I was.

And then there was the fact of my background, where I’d come from, how I was raised. Elijah had never brought up any details about my past and hadn’t really asked me about my family. I had no reason to think he’d looked into my past any more than an employer would routinely check the past of a job applicant, so I assumed that he didn’t know I was a pastor’s daughter. There was also the question of what he’d think if he knew he had just deflowered the daughter of a man of the cloth.Elijah was an experienced, worldly guy, but was he as worldly as that?It was another troubling unknown.

But, the one overriding fact was that Elijah, this hunk of exquisitely perfect sexy maleness, had just had my pussy and he’d loved it as much as I’d loved having his cock. And having gotten that cock once, I wanted so very much more. All of my misgivings aside, I had absolutely loved my introduction to sex and wanted to become as fully acquainted with it as I could be.

I wanted Elijah’s body. I wanted him inside me. I wanted his kiss, his body, his dick, balls, ass, and cum. I just wanted this man — every last bit of him.

Elijah broke the silence with an intoxicated-sounding groan. He turned onto his side, facing me, and kissed me, a kiss as sweet as any I’d ever had, as if to thank me for what I’d just let him do. After that, I should have been the one thanking him.

I rolled onto my side as well, the better to look at the man who was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life. He began to brush his knuckles gently against my nipple, producing new tingles inside me, and said, “That was one fucking hot lay.”

There was no arguing that. It was even hotter than he knew. I sighed at him, relishing what he was doing to my nipple, another thing I was feeling for the first time. “It was,” I said softly back.

He moved his hand from my nipple down beneath my pubes to run his fingers along the opening of my pussy, slippery with his cum. It was like a promise of more screwing — a promise that I hoped he would keep.

“Anyone ever tell you, you have a really tight little cunt there?” Elijah asked. “Mmm, so tight around my cock; I love that.”

Mesmerized by the feeling of his fingers in my most private place, I forgot myself and said, “No. Never.” And only when the words were out of my mouth did I feel a hot flash of alarm at what I’d just let slip.

Elijah blinked in surprise. “Really? No oneever?As tight as your little twat is? Shit, I thought you’d squeeze the fucking jizz right out of me.”

I stammered, “O-oh. I…um…I’ve only had one really serious boyfriend. And, it’s been a while since it ended.” It wasn’t really a lie, after all. It was just truer than Elijah could know.

“And, he never mentioned how tight your cunt is? He should have appreciated where he was sticking his dick.”

Letting him make the assumption he was making, I just gazed down the muscles of his chest and abs to the limp, but still long hose of his dick. I sucked on my lower lip, my mind filled with the way it felt and tasted in my mouth, and how awesome it felt inside my pussy. I wanted so much more of it. “You have such a beautiful one,” I said.

“Mmm,” he responded. “And, I love to fuck with it. The only thing I love more than sticking it in a pussy is sticking it in a really tight pussy.” He let his fingertips enter me, a further promise of delight. “And, I’d love to get a lot more of yours. A whole hell of a lot.”

The excitement of what he just gave me such a stir in me, like a brewing storm of passion. I kissed him encouragingly. “I want you, Elijah. I think I’ve always wanted you inside me. It felt so amazing.”

“I’m glad you feel that way,” he said. “I have an idea.”

---