Ordering His Virgin (Club Lush Book 10), Jamie Knight [best books for students to read txt] 📗

“Can I keep kissing you?” he asked for permission. My date didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would ask anyone for permission to do anything. I knew he was making an exception. That really turned me on.

“Yes, sir,” I said with a smile.

Jackson grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. Leaning down, he gently placed his lips on mine and kissed me ever so softly. His hand still remained firm on my wrist, and I liked how it felt. It was almost as if I was his prey, and he had captured me, and for some reason, I wanted to be captured by Jackson. It seemed delightfully wrong.

I had never felt so mixed up about something in my entire life. The angel on one of my shoulders was telling me to get out of there as fast as I could, but the devil on the other shoulder was cheering me on, urging me to go further. Both their voices were strong and loud.

I was still a little timid, but I knew that I had signed a contract and had to honor it. I would give myself to this man. So, I took a step back, reached back, and started to unzip my dress.

Jackson looked at me with desire. He took a few steps back, unzipped his pants, and freed his fully erect manhood from his slacks. His cock was as huge as it felt. I had never seen one in real life, but something about the rigidness made my pussy even wetter, as if my body knew it would feel good inside of me.

He kept one of his big hands on his cock, starting to rub it up and down. The smooth skin covering his rod pulled with the movements of his hand, causing the head to flare a bit. Watching Jackson play with his cock filled me with needs I had never known. Somehow, he knew that and just stood there smiling at me while stroking himself.

“Keep on doing what you’re doing. I like it,” he told me while rubbing the tip of his cock.

“Yes, sir,” I responded.

At this point, I was so turned on that my panties were soaking wet. I quickly freed my hand from the strap of my dress, but he stopped me.

“Strip slowly. Kind of like you were doing before.”

I nodded in agreement. One thing I knew how to do, because of how I was raised, was to take orders.

Chapter Five - Jackson

I stood there gobsmacked, leaning against the armrest of my couch, adoring Carrie’s beautiful semi-naked body as she unzipped her white dress. The creaminess of her skin was magnificent. I couldn’t wait to feel her softness under my hands.

The dress slipped off one shoulder then the other. Carrie turned to let it fall from her torso and reveal her pert, full breasts. Her nipples were hard, a sight that reassured me that she was having a good time.

Continuing to strip, she turned, pushing her dress over her wide hips. Slowly her ass came into view, round and thick — each cheek curved to perfection. The white thong she was in covered very little, and I loved it.

Seeing her naked body was so arousing that I was forced to dip my hands in my unzipped pants and pull out my straining cock. The look on Carrie’s face was priceless. I could tell she had never seen so huge and firm a cock in her life before this moment. The little virgin was frightened, but I could also see the lust and desire in her eyes.

Facing me, she slowly lifted the strings of her thong, just enough for me to have a peek of her lower lips. Then she bent down and voila, she was bare! No panties, just her clean, virgin pussy for me to see. I quivered. I couldn’t help it. Carrie’s calmness, I mean the way she controlled the whole situation. It made me drunk on her.

“Tsk tsk. Bring that booty here so I can check.”

She obliged, shyly approaching me. I pulled at her hips, throwing Carrie off balance. She heavily landed on her ass on my lap. My dick was crushed between her butt cheeks, skin on skin. The warmth and softness were too much. I started to leak precum, tracing lines on her folds.

“You feel so good, girl. There is so much I have imagined doing to you. And do you know what happens when things are left to my imagination?”

“No, sir! I don’t know what happens. Show me what I’m missing out on,” Carrie answered politely, her suggestive eyes poking at my very existence as a man.

“Get back to dancing,” I commanded her, hurriedly releasing her from my grip on her waist and pushing her up with a smack on the rear.

She stumbled before gaining her balance and majestically strode towards her domain in front of the fireplace. This beautiful earthly creature was aggressively turning me on. I couldn’t help it. I was now stroking my hard cock, simultaneously moving my hand up and down my shaft, reacting to every move her curvy ass made.

I commanded Carrie to keep going. She turned towards my gaze, and her exposed breasts bounced with her rhythm. It was a sight to behold, mesmerizing. Her sudden, unpredictable moves turned me on even more. Instinctually, she knew what she was doing. My eyes were fixed on my virgin, and my breath was taken away.

She slowly bent down, flipped her hair, and rose back up. The sight of her nakedness before my eyes was intoxicating. Damn! I was no longer thinking straight. She teasingly turned around, so I could not see her curvy ass and bent over. I was now losing it. The way her blonde hair swayed towards the wood floor was impeccable.

She got on her feet, turned her head, so my eyes met hers, and bit her lower lip before moving her hands up her hips, across her navel, and against her breasts. Massaging them, she walked towards