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Chapter 73

JUSTIN

What in the fuck just happened?

I need a date for a work event. What the fuck hail I been

thinking? And then I go and screw it up by insulting her. I run a hand through my hair and sit down on the bed before laying back and staring up at the ceiling. I hadn’t planned on meeting someone, but as soon as I’d laid eyes on her in the lobby, I knew I had to have her.

It’s as simple as that.

It’s pure luck that I happened to have booked a room right next to hers. So much for my weekend of staying in one of my hotels like a normal person. I own several hotels throughout the city, and I’ll occasionally check in under a fake name just to see how the service is and make sure everything is running as it should be. Aside from the missing. crackers with her gumbo, a point that irritates me, service has been very good.

My cock throbs, reminding me of sexy little Liv in the next room. I wonder if she’s doing as I asked and keeping her hands off her pussy. I’d heard her fucking herself at the same time I was jacking myself off, and it had been hot as fuck. The memory of her whimpers and moans still haunts me. I’d had no choice but to fist my cock as soon as my hotel door had shut. The sight of her looking so small and nervous and shy in the elevator had me so fucking hard I could barely think.

I can’t believe she’s a virgin, and that in just a few hours I’m going to be the lucky bastard who gets to be her first. An untouched pussy. God, the possibilities. I told her she couldn’t masturbate, but that sure as fuck doesn’t mean I can’t. I unzip my pants and free my aching cock, amazed that I’m already covered in precum again. I can’t even remember the last time a woman has had this kind of an effect on me, and none of them have ever affected me as strongly as this. Life has become an endless, boring string of one–night stands that I finally just gave up on. It’s been a long time since I’ve fucked a woman, too damn long, and I’ve never been with a virgin before.

Images of her tight little pussy wrapped around my cock run through my mind as I stroke myself faster. I can hear her whimpers and feel her arms wrapping around me, demanding I fuck her harder and give her more of my cock, begging me to fill her with my seed and claim that virgin womb. With a groan, I work myself harder, the movements bordering on violence as my body tenses. I cup my other hand over my cock, catching my seed as I shoot my load and groan from the force of it.

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comptesels pet and panting and wondering how in the fuck this young woman has managed to so fill my mind in sech a short time My need to fuck and claim her goes beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.

It’s just because she’s a virgin, I tell myself as I walk to the bathroom to clean up. It’s something new, and once I fuck her innocent little body, it’ll be out of my system and that

will be that.

I almost believe my line of bullshit as I pull out my cell phone and make a quick call to a boutique I know. I place an order for a sexy, black dress and heels and arrange for it to be delivered to Liv’s room. I add in some lingerie because it pleases me to do so, and then toss in a pair of earrings and a necklace.

Smiling, I toss the phone aside and kill the next few hours busying myself with work before finally taking a shower and getting dressed in a black suit. I’m outside her door, giving a soft knock at eight on the dot, and when she opens it, I’m momentarily speechless. I’d guessed at her size, and I’d been spot–on. The tiny black dress fits her curves like a glove, and I can feel my cock growing hard already, pressing against my suit pants with a vengeance.

“Fuck,” I growl, stepping into her room. I have no choice but to adjust my cock, because I sure as fuck can’t walk around with a giant fucking tent in my pants. Her eyes widen when

she sees what I’m doing, and the way she’s softly biting her bottom lip isn’t doing shit to help my situation.

“You’re not helping,” I say, hoping like hell my waistband can keep me in check so I can at least walk around in public without getting arrested.

She shoots me an innocent look that I believe is authentic. “What did I do?”

“You don’t have to do anything,” I tell her. “It’s enough for you to just stand there and look at me like that.” I cup her face and use my thumb to free her bottom lip. “Plus, you look beautiful, and I know exactly what you’re wearing under this dress.”

“Thank you for it, by the way. It’s so pretty. You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.” I run a finger over the dangly diamond earrings. “It looks amazing on you.”

She gives me a shy smile, and I watch the blush spreading up her chest and neck before landing on her cheeks. God, she is innocent. My desire to corrupt her takes me by surprise. I love her innocence, but I also want to tear it apart with each hard thrust of my cock. I want to see this little virgin come undone at my touch.

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arms around my neck, enveloping me in the light floral scent she’s wearing. Her perfume is amazing, but that’s not what’s got me wound up so tight. It’s the faint scent that’s underneath it. I can smell her arousal, the scent of her wet pussy, and it’s triggering some caveman part of my brain that has me sliding my tongue between her parted lips while my hand runs up her inner thigh.

My groan fills the elevator when I feel how she’s already soaked through her lacy panties. I shove the fabric aside roughly, needing to touch her like I’ve never needed anything in my life. When my fingers meet bare, wet skin, I breathe out a “Fuck” against her lips and slip a finger into her, groaning at how fucking tight she is.

I pull back so I can watch her as I finger–fuck her little virgin cunt. Her blue eyes widen in surprise and then go dark with a raw lust that has me nearly busting a damn nut in my pants. I finger her slowly, completely lost in the feel of her,e wet heat of her pussy, and the look of pure adoration, she, arere giving me.

I bring my thumb to her swollen clit and give it a gentle rub, marveling at how soaked she is and how easy it is to slide my fingers over her slick folds.

“Do you hear how wet you are, little one?” I ask, fingering her harder, letting the sounds of her wet pussy fill the small space.

“Yes,” she whimpers. “Please, Justin,” she begs, rocking her hips against me. “I need to cum. Please make me cum.”

The ding of the elevator doors has her groaning in protest and me giving her a wicked smile. I slide out of her, pulling her panties back in place and giving her clit a not–so–gentle smack that has her pretty eyes widening in surprise and desire.

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“Looks like you’ll have to wait just a bit longer.

She gives me a pouty look that has me laughing as I bring my wet fingers to my mouth. I keep my eyes locked on hers while I lick and suck my fingers clean, groaning at the taste of her sweet pussy. God, I had no idea anything could taste so fucking good.

When the doors open, I grab her hand and lead her out of the hotel. The street outside is packed with people. It’s a usual Friday night in the French Quarter, so I prepare myself for a large drunken crowd and wrap my arm around Liv’s small shoulders, pulling her closer to me. I know I’m acting like an overprotective brute, especially considering we’ve just met, but I can’t help it. There’s no way in fuck I’m letting her go.

Several men run their eyes over her and only look away when they catch a glimpse of my murderous gaze. Good, they should be scared.

Mine! I want to scream to the whole goddamn street. She’s fucking mine!

She brings out every dominant cell in my body. She’s turned me into some sort of possessive alpha male who wants to walk around beating my chest and growling at any man who dares take a peek at her.

When I look down at her, she’s wearing a scared look on her face, and I realize she’s

clutching me in a death grip and looking frightened as hell, scurrying into me for protection and comfort.

I stop walking and cup her face in my hand, lifting her chin so I can see her better. Her eyes are wide, and they’re on everything except me, darting around like a scared little rabbit.

“Liv, look at me,” I say, giving her a soft shake.

Her blue eyes finally land on mine, but she doesn’t calm down, and I can feel her small body start to shake.

“What’s wrong?”