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“I am very naked, and you are not,” she whispers, unknotting my tie. I pull the rest of my clothes off in a very disorganized manner, tossing them everywhere. Standing naked in front of her with my hard cock pointing directly at her, I grin.
“There, now we are even.”
“So we are. I, uh, have never done this before,” she says.
“Neither have I, darling, neither have I.” She gives me a skeptical look but says nothing. “Truly,” I assure her. She nods as I walk her back to the bed.
She lies on the bed, her legs spread open for me and I can’t help dropping my head to her pussy. It’s nearly bald, but not completely. I snake my tongue out and lick her clit before sliding it into her teeny-tiny fuck hole.
“Oh my God,” she squeals.
The first taste of her juices, directly from the source, hits my taste buds and I know that I will never get enough of her. I lean up and kiss her lips so that she can taste herself. She moans and wraps her arms around my neck, her hips grinding against mine. Reaching between us, I grab my already leaking cock and guide it into her tight cunt slowly. I shove through her innocence, still kissing her.
“Jesus Christ,” I say through gritted teeth, trying not to go nuts.
“Move, Baron. Give me more,” she demands her fingernails digging into my shoulders.
I thrust my hips harder, sliding my cock in and out of her. I feel her pussy clenching and unclenching around me, and I am about to lose my damn mind, but she has to come first. Reaching between us, I rub her clit hard and fast until she screams my name and her pussy holds my cock like a fucking vise.
“Mon Dieu. Tellement bon. Donne m'en plus. Je t'aime, j'ai besoin,” she mumbles in French. I have no idea what she is saying. I speak Spanish and Mandarin for work, but those are the only other languages I know. I am going to need to learn French.
I fill her pussy with my seed. My only thought is breeding her. I feel like a damn caveman.
“Son of a bitch,” I groan as I come and come with no end in sight. Finally, it stops, but my cock still twitches inside of her. When it subsides, I pull out slowly. Looking down, I see a mixture of juices and blood. I feel about ten feet tall. No other man will ever fucking see her like this. She’s mine.
Kissing her again, I get out of bed and lift her in my arms bridal style to carry her into the bathroom. Setting her on the counter, I draw us a bath in my giant tub and carry her into it.
She winces as she moves to sit making me feel terrible about the discomfort she now has.
“Are you okay darling?” I ask.
“Peachy. Really, I am fine. Your cock is pretty huge,” she says giggling.
“I’m sorry,” I say rubbing her pussy gently.
“That feels amazing,” she breathes, leaning the back of her head on my chest.
Afterwards, we climb back into bed. This time we get under the covers. I have every intention of letting her sleep, but she rubs her pussy on my thigh, and I have to take her again.In the morning when my alarm goes off, I reach over to her side of the bed and find nothing but cold sheets. After a quick search, I realize she left in the middle of the night. It pisses me off more than anything, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. I have to be at work in two hours. As soon as I get there, I hire discreet bodyguards for Frannie. I have enemies I tell myself. It’s for her own protection. These lies I tell myself are enough to make me feel better about the decisions I’ve made without her.
During work, I am distracted by her. Thoughts of her underneath me and on top of me keep flashing through my mind. The whole night really, and as the day goes on, I am still fucking pissed. Why would she leave? I can’t wrap my head around it.
“Are you ready for the meeting, bro?” Marquise asks, sticking his head in my open office door. I have completely forgotten about this client meeting.
“Yes, of course,” I answer distractedly. Grabbing my leather monogrammed padfolio, a gift from my mom, I head into the conference room. As the last to arrive, I sit at the end of the table and try to concentrate on what is being said. It’s no use.
“So where are we with the marketing?” Princeton asks and all eyes turn to me. I did have an answer prepared, but at the moment it’s not coming to me. “Baron?” he asks, throwing a paperclip at me bringing me back to the task at hand.
