The Billionaire and the Virgin

“I’m going to push a finger inside you, Marjorie,” he told her, even as he rubbed back and forth, the sides of her clit all the way down to her dripping wet core. “And tell me if I’m going too fast or if it hurts, all right, sweetheart?”

She nodded against his shoulder, her face tense.

Watching her face, he slowly circled one finger against her entrance, and then sank it in.

Marjorie gasped, raising her hips even as he pushed his finger into her, the expression on her face filled with wonder.

Sweet fucking god, she was like heaven. Tight, and hot, and impossibly wet, she clamped around his finger as if she were sucking it. Ah, fuck. That was going to feel like paradise on his dick, it really was. But she’d need to stretch a little more first.

“How does that feel, sweetheart?” He slid his finger almost all the way out, leaving nothing but the tip inside her hot cunt, and then moved it slowly back inside again.

“It feels . . . odd. Tight.” She bit her lip. “Good?”

“Good is a start,” he told her, leaning in and kissing her brow once more. Her face was tight, but she wasn’t panicking, which was also good. If she panicked, she’d tense up and then he’d never even be able to get a second finger inside her.

He pushed his finger in and out of her slowly, and when she no longer tensed with every movement, he added a second finger and pushed into her. This time, she whimpered and buried her face against his chest. “That feels a little . . . tight.”

Hell yes, it did. His cock throbbed, demanding to seat itself into that tight, wet warmth. Rob ignored it. He’d push into her when she was ready, and not a moment sooner. Instead, he continued to stroke in and out of her with his two fingers, until she was slippery with need and her face pressing against his chest held urgency, her hand tight against his shirt.

“Rob,” she panted. “That feels good, but—”

“But you need more?” he guessed. Most women did. He kept his two fingers sunk into her and his thumb found her clit, and he began to rub it, trying to encourage her into her first orgasm.

She cried out and her body seemed to light up. That combination worked, he thought with a masculine jolt of pride. He thrust his fingers into her again and rubbed on her clit, and she gasped again, her hips rising when he repeated the motion. Then, he picked up the pace, thrusting into her like he wanted to do with his cock, and she panted and mewed against him, her hips trembling as she lifted them with every plunge of his fingers into her wet warmth. Then, he pressed his thumb against her clit, hard, and rubbed.

She made a soft, keening noise, and her fingers spasmed, and he felt her cunt clench around his hand.

Her first orgasm of the night. He continued to work his fingers in and out of her, watching her as she came, stretching out the pleasure for her until she was limp and trembling in his arms, and his fingers slipped in and out of her with noisy ease. He scissored them inside her, and when she didn’t respond with more than a sigh, he pulled his fingers free of her pussy and brought them to his lips.

She tasted fucking amazing.

“That was an exceedingly delicious base,” he told her, licking his fingers clean of her taste.

She moaned a soft agreement against him.

“So . . . third is next?” His hand stroked down her side, caressing her. “Or are you done for the night, love?”

“Hmm?” Marjorie blinked at him, dazed. “No, I’m not done.”

“Good, because I’m not done with you. Third base, I believe, is where I get to eat your pussy, right?”

Her cheeks turned pinker and she nodded. “I believe that’s what it is, yeah.”

“My favorite.” He pressed a kiss to her mouth and then got up off of the bed. He turned and gazed at her, naked and sprawled and breathless in his sheets, and felt another surge of masculine pride. Utterly lovely, and all his. He ran a hand down his impatient dick, reminding it that it would get its chance later.

She propped up on her elbows. “What do you want me to do?”

“Just lie back and enjoy, sweetheart. I want you to come all over my face.” He knelt beside the bed and pressed his stomach against the mattress. She gave him a confused look until he grabbed her by each thigh and dragged her toward him, until the vee of her sex was inches away from his face. “Put your thighs over my shoulders,” he instructed her.

She did, and he could feel the trembling racing through her body.

“Tell me if this is too much for you and you want me to stop,” he told her in a husky voice.

“Y-you don’t have to—”

“I don’t have to do anything,” he corrected, and gave her a smug grin. “But eating you out has been on my to-do list all fucking week long, and I can’t wait to get started.”

She fell back onto the covers with a little sigh.

He studied the pussy in front of his face. He’d fingered it, sure, but getting a close look at it was a pleasure all its own. Her labia were swollen with need, and they were delicately pink—as was the clit that seemed to be begging for attention as well. “You have a rather lovely cunt,” he told her in a husky voice.

“T-thank you?”

He pressed his thumb to one side of her sex, parting her slick lips and revealing more of her to his eyes. There, her little clit was swollen, and he leaned in and gave it a teasing lick.

Her body jolted and then she squirmed. Her hands went above her head and wrapped in the blankets. “Oooh.”

“Feel good?”

“Feels like too much,” she moaned.