I pulled away so I could look into his gaze, see the desire burning in his eyes. My fingers were still deep in his hair, and my pussy was wet from the way he rubbed against my clit. I didn’t know how he would fit, but I was probably so wet that he could make it happen. When I looked back on this night, it wouldn’t be with regret or shame. I wouldn’t think about the money that had already eliminated my student loans. I would just think about him…the man who earned my trust.
He rubbed his nose against mine. “Sweetheart…”
I ground against him and felt my heart skip a beat. I could feel the audible arousal in his voice, hear the desire that tightened his spine.
“Not tonight.” He moved off me and lay on his side beside me. His cock was still rock-hard like he wanted nothing more than to fuck me. But he turned me down, rejecting the one thing he wanted from me.
“Why?”
He separated my thighs with his hand then slipped two fingers inside me. “You deserve a perfect night. And tonight was far from perfect.” He moved past my entrance and felt the moisture that pooled down my channel. “Besides, I need to break you in first.” He leaned over me and kissed me, his mouth aggressive like it’d been before. His thumb moved to my clit, and he circled it as he fingered me.
The sting of rejection quickly faded away as he made my legs shake. I felt his large fingers press deep inside me, hitting my walls and making me loosen. His kisses drowned out my self-doubt and brought me to the edge of an orgasm. He moaned against my mouth as his fingers continued to explore me, to feel the virgin places that hadn’t been explored before. He was a conqueror claiming a new land under his reign.
My nails sliced his skin as I felt the explosion between my legs. An orgasm as good as the last one he gave me rocked me from head to toe. My moans turned to pants, and I watched him look me in the eye as he enjoyed my performance. I felt my pussy slicken even more, more moisture dumping between my legs.
Instead of removing his fingers and expecting me to do something for him, he continued to finger me, just moving more slowly. His face hovered above mine, his chiseled jawline tight as he looked into my gaze. “I can’t wait to fuck this pussy. So wet. So tight.” He dug his fingers deeper inside, exploring me with throbbing digits.
“You could fuck it now…” He’d just satisfied me with his fingers, but I still wanted more.
He rubbed his nose against mine. “Don’t tempt me, baby.”
17
Slate
I could have taken her.
I could have fucked her.
I could have finally had what I wanted.
But it didn’t seem right. Our dinner had been tense and awkward. I snapped at her, and she got under my skin. She was different from the other women I bedded because this actually meant something to her. I wanted her to look back on the memory fondly, not with regret. I wanted her to look forward to sex, not be disturbed by her first time.
She was disappointed that our relationship would be over once I got what I wanted, but it was her mistake for assuming otherwise. She might be getting special treatment, but that was only because I wanted her so much. Once I finally popped her cherry, my obsession would die. I would be interested in the next virgin, hoping she would come and cry. Monroe would be a good memory but nothing more than that.
She wanted to stay friends—but I didn’t have any friends.
I worked the next few days like everything was normal. As if my future sister-in-law wasn’t trying to steal my company, and my brother wasn’t the biggest idiot on the planet. When I was in my office working on my own projects, it was easy to pretend that I was alone—that I didn’t have to share this company with anyone else.
I went home to my penthouse every night, worked out, and then drank booze while I watched TV. Sometimes my mind would turn to Monroe and I would fantasize about fucking her for the first time, but that didn’t make me reach for the phone. I didn’t want to pressure her into something she wasn’t ready for. I wanted her to fuck me when she was absolutely certain.
That way, I could really enjoy it.
I paid her student loans, so now she owed me—whenever she decided to pay was up to her. I knew my reward was coming, and that made me patient. It also drastically improved her quality of life, putting that cash back in her pocket where it belonged. She had an even bigger loan looming over her shoulder, but that was much more bearable than having all of them combined.