Chapter 6
DOMINIC
I almost fired Tony today for looking at Hazel’s legs.
No. Not fired. Ended. I wanted to walk across the trading floor and put my fist through his nose because his eyes lingered on the hem of her skirt for a second too long. I had to sit in my office and bite the inside of my cheek until the urge faded.
Christ, this is what she’s done to me. I’m a man who always maintains control. I don’t lose my temper in the boardroom or let other people see my anger. When a tough decision needs to be made, I make it and move on.
But now I’m grinding my knuckles into my thigh because a trader checked out my girl’s legs.
My girl…
I keep calling her that over and over, but it’s not enough. I’ve tasted her cunt, massaged her G-spot, pressed my tongue over every sensual place on her body, but it still isn’t enough.
I need to claim her. Fully.
It’s four-thirty. The office is still busy. Part of me wants to just take her right here and now. The staff will be gone soon, and the cleaning company won’t come through until seven. There’s time.
But I know I can’t.
Hazel is a virgin. She deserves better than to be fucked on my desk in my office while the rest of my company walks by the glass. But that doesn’t mean I’m putting this off. No. I will have her tonight.
I press the buzzer and watch as her head lifts instantly. She’s conditioned to it now and instantly rises from her chair and comes to the door.
I bet her pussy is already wet. She knows what to expect when she enters my office. And I’d be proud of that if I wasn’t starving. Dying for more.
She steps inside, and I see the expectation in her eyes. She’s waiting for the glass to darken. For me to lift up her skirt and have my way with her.
Only this time, I leave the glass see-through. I also stay seated behind my desk. I don’t trust myself to get any closer. Not right now.
“I need to be inside you, Hazel. Tonight.”
Her plump lips part, reminding me of how she sucked me yesterday. Her chest rises, drawing my eyes to her breasts. Those perfect breasts that would make a goddess jealous.
“I–I know…” Her voice is soft, waiting.
“It’s going to hurt.”
She nods. Christ, her face is so soft. So smooth. It makes me burn inside but also cools me down. “I’ve heard.’
“No one’s been inside you, and I’m not small.” My cock’s already starting to swell. I clench my fist, fighting the lust boiling up inside of me. “I won’t be able to go easy on you, Hazel. I’ll try, but it will be so goddamn hard.”
She crosses the room. My eyes are glued to her hips. Those curvy, feminine hips that are built for one thing.
“I don’t want you to go easy on me, Dominic.”
If I don’t stop her now, I’m going to lose control.
I raise my palm, halting her in her tracks. “Not here. My penthouse. Tonight. Seven o’clock.”
She stands there a moment, like she’s deciphering my words. But she’s a smart girl and gets it quickly. She nods. “Okay. See you there.”
I watch her ass as she walks out, remembering the way I ate her fully and completely.
Tonight, I’ll take her all.
I wouldn’t say I’m anxious as I wait for her. No, it’s more like I’m just dying to get started.
Why did I tell her to come at seven? I should have told her to just come right over after work and meet me here. I guess I was just trying to be considerate. You know girls with their routines, getting ready, doing their hair, their makeup, whatever.
Now I’m regretting it.
I’ve been pacing the penthouse for the last hour, my cock half hard and my balls aching with desire. I haven’t taken a sip of my scotch, as I can’t stop replaying images of her in my mind, remembering her sweet lips wrapped around my tip, the feeling of her throat as she swallowed my cum.
There will be no swallowing tonight. No, tonight my release is going somewhere else entirely.
The front door buzzes, snapping me out of my fantasizing. I check the monitor.
It’s her.
“Come in,” I say, thumbing the intercom, along with the unlock button. The door clicks, and she walks in.
I watch her for a moment on the screen. She’s moving slowly, deliberately. She was talking big back at the office, but now that she’s here, she’s nervous.
Don’t worry, angel. I’ll take good care of you.
I find her in the living room, wearing a tight blue dress that shows the perfect lines of her back. She’s also got a brand-new pair of black pumps on that have my mouth watering.
“Looks like you put that clothing voucher to good use.”
She whirls to face me, causing her hair to flip. The world seems to slow down as I watch her.
I’m hard instantly. My heart thuds like a drum beneath my ribs.
“I–yeah,” she stammers, lifting her arms. “Do you like it?”
“That’s a silly question.” I set my drink down and walk up to her. “You look good enough to eat, angel.”
She starts to blush, and I lose control.
I take her face in both hands and kiss her, but not how I’ve kissed her before. This is deep, animalistic, and uncontrolled. I crush her lips under mine, letting her feel the pent-up desire that’s been torturing me since I left work.
She moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound, tucking it away somewhere deep inside. I want every little piece of her.
There’s nothing I won’t take.
I slide my hands up her hips to her tits. The fabric of her dress is smooth, but not as smooth as she is. I find the zipper on the back and tug it down. She moves slightly and lets the straps fall from her shoulders.
Her tits spill free. Her nipples are already stiff, like two pink gumdrops just begging for my lips. I lean in and take one in my mouth. She gasps and grasps my shoulders with her fingers. Her nails dig in, but I couldn’t care less.
I suck hard, rolling her nipple between my teeth. Her knees give in, but I catch her with an arm around the waist and pin her up against the sofa. I lose my face in her cleavage, so ample and smooth.
“Dominic…oh my God.”
“This is gorgeous,” I tell her, bunching the fabric of her dress around her waist. “But not as gorgeous as what’s underneath. Let’s get you out of it.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She tugs the dress over her hips and steps out of it, leaving her standing completely naked before me. The soft light from the lamps makes her almost seem to glow.
Like the angel you are.
Nineteen years old and untouched. So gorgeous it almost hurts.
Taking her by the shoulders, I press her back onto the suede sofa. She has no idea she’s lying where countless women wish they could be—countless gold-digging sluts that want nothing more than to use me for my money.
But not Hazel. She’s not like that. I know it deep down to my bones.
I step between her legs, spreading them apart with my palms. Her pussy is slick and glistening. It contracts around nothing, and I can see her heartbeat pulsing in the tender flesh surrounding her clit.
She’s ready.
I nearly tear my belt in half getting it off. I unzip and tug out my cock. I’m so hard. The skin is shiny, stretched over the taut muscles of my shaft. Pre-cum drips onto her ankle, causing her to giggle.
Still, her eyes widen as she stares at it—like they always do. I love that reaction and don’t want it to ever stop.
“I’m going to stretch you, angel,” I tell her, gently spreading her pussy lips as I press my tip against her hole. We shudder together. “You’re going to feel all this in places you didn’t even know existed.”
“Yes.” She nods quickly. “Yes, please, sir.”
“Take a breath.”
She does.
I push in. Just the tip at first. But it’s enough.
Her mouth falls open, but she makes no sound. Her fingers wrap around my forearms, and her nails dig into my skin so hard that there’ll be marks tomorrow.
I knew she was already tight when I fingered her, but this is something else entirely. Her tiny, virgin cunt both stretches and resists at the same time, like part of her is trying to accept me and another is trying to push me out.
“Just breathe, angel. Breathe.”
Her eyes close, and she draws another breath, then lets it out slowly. I watch her tits sway as I push deeper, inch by inch.
Her body fights back. I can feel the barrier—that thin, virginal resistance—but then I’m through it, and she cries out.
I stop, lean in, and let her press her face to my chest.
“It’s okay. You’re all right,” I whisper. Every muscle in my body is screaming for me to push deeper, all the way to the hilt, and start pounding her. But she needs a second, and she’ll have it. “You tell me when.”
Her breath is hot and staggered against my chest. I count the seconds.
Four, five, six…
Her grip on me loosens, and she lifts her face. Her eyes are wet, but there’s a fire there. She nods, spreading her legs even wider.
“When.”
My lips twist, and I slide back out halfway, then push back in. I keep it slow and controlled at first. She winces, and I press my lips against hers, kissing the pain away.
I stroke her hair, trace her neck with my thumb, and hold her as I thrust again and again and again. Every time I pump, she takes me easier, like her body is molding to mine.
That’s my fit.
“Harder,” she whispers. “I can take it harder.”
Her words explode in my chest. I grit my teeth as my cock flexes in her sweet walls.
“What was that?” I heard her, but I need to hear it again.
“Harder, sir.”
There it is.
Grabbing her hips, I thrust. Hard. Deep and full, burying every single one of my inches inside her in one single stroke.
Her mouth drops open, and her neck arches back. A moan escapes her plump lips—a moan that hits me like a drug. I pull my hips back and slam back into her again. The couch moves, its feet squeaking across the hardwood.
I don’t slow down.
“Whose pussy is this, angel?” I ask. She’s so innocent. I love hearing the filth come out of her mouth.
“Yours,” she moans, her perky tits bouncing with each impact.
“Whose is it?”
Her eyes flare. I feel her cervix against my tip as I bottom out with each thrust. “Oh my God. It’s yours!”
I fuck her like I own her. I do. She’s mine.
Her walls ripple and squeeze around my thickness. She’s so wet the fucking sounds are loud and vulgar. Muscled skin against soaked skin. The couch continues to move as I pound her.
She wraps her soft legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. She’s not just taking it anymore; she’s encouraging me. Begging for more.
I grab her tight ass and lift her, shifting the angle so she takes even more. Her mouth drops open, and I nearly bust.
The sight of this girl who was a virgin five minutes ago grinding on my cock and taking it so well is almost too much to handle.
I hammer into her, fast and rough. Her little mewls are constant now, mimicking my pacing. My thumb traces the little mound of hair above her pussy and finds her clit.
Instantly, she goes off.
Her whole body arches off the couch, and her pussy locks down on my cock so hard that it almost hurts. Her body convulses, and she nearly screams as her orgasm rocks her with such intensity she rakes her nails down my arms hard enough to leave marks.
I give up trying to hold out.
I bury myself in her cunt and unload everything I have in her. Hot, thick ropes of my seed flood into her clenched pussy as my vision starts to blur and my body seizes.
A growl comes out of me that’s more beast than human. My balls ache as my cock flexes, rutting more deep thrusts inside her, ensuring that my cum goes deep inside, not one drop wasted.
Pulling out at this point is not an option. My release belongs nowhere but inside this girl.
Her expression shifts, and her eyes lock on to mine.
She feels the warmth spreading, and the full realization of what I’ve just done hits her. Her lips tremble, and she whispers, “Oh my God. I can feel it!”
I’ll remember those words forever.
We breathe deeply together as I slump down onto her. I don’t know how long I stay in her, my cock still hard, but once I finally pull out, my release spills out from between her legs and drips onto the couch cushions.
I look down and watch with a possessiveness that shocks me. It’s savage. All-encompassing.
I did that, I think, watching my white release drip from her pretty pink pussy. The thought of my cum still in her body while she sleeps beside me makes my cock twitch.
She’s shaking. Not from the cold but from the aftermath. I cradle her in my arms, thinking about how every nerve ending in her body is right now rewiring itself.
I stroke her hair, placing gentle kisses up and down her neck. My arms lock around her, holding her tighter than I’ve ever held anything.
“You’re mine now, Hazel.” My voice is tired but strong. I may have transformed her, but this girl has changed me too. “No one else will have you. Ever.”
She nods quickly, her eyes wide and submissive. “Yes, sir.”
We lie together on the couch, dozing in and out, until the sun fully sets. Then I lift her in my arms and carry her up to the bedroom.
No woman has ever spent the night here. And I doubt Hazel fully realizes what me taking her here means.
But she will.
She’s never going back to her apartment. She’s mine. Mine.