Buying The Virgin Part 1-3 novel Chapter 103

MICHAEL

“... I’m not fooled by your apparent surrender.…”

“You threatened to carry me out over your shoulder….”

I ignore the comment. “I think about some of the things you’ve seen and experienced; the very worst of human nature. And you’ve come through it, for the most part unscathed. But I know it’s marked you. You have nightmares sometimes, and I see your reactions when you are asked questions about your past. And I know you scare, but you don’t let being scared stop you. You’ve got a core of solid rock….”

She is utterly silent, watching me, wide-eyed….

“…. But then, I compare you to the Charlotte I saw just now, making paper birds. And the Charlotte I first met, that day when James had bought you only the previous day. And you had that look, the same one you’ve got now. James had taken your virginity the day before. You behaved like a young girl who had just surrendered her virginity…. I wasn’t there, so I don’t know exactly how it went with the two of you, but he was satisfied that you were the genuine article, that he was your first man; that you behaved like a girl who’d not been naked with a man before, especially an older man…”

“Don’t you believe me?” she whispers. “After all this time, you think I was lying?”

“No, I don’t think that. Because I met you the very next day, and you were…. so sweet.…” I shake my head. “I’m having trouble matching up Charlotte-the-Almost-a-Virgin that I first met with the Charlotte-Been-Through-Hell that I only learned of much later. I can’t connect the two. You must have seen assault and rape of all kinds when you were trapped in Blessingmoors, and yet, so far as I can see, when James.... took you…. you behaved like an innocent.”

She shrugs, then stares at the ground. “Assault, beating… yes, I saw plenty of that. I was on the receiving end of some of it. Rape? No, actually, I didn’t. As the kids began to grow up, they took them away ….” She pauses, apparently thinking. “I’d never thought about it until you just put it that way…. but, yes, sometimes the staff would feel up some of the children, especially as the girls got older, but it was never actual rape.……Perhaps there was an instruction on the staff? Not to touch them? Virgins bring a higher price don’t they…?”

My stomach churns. How does she live with it? Her past?

She continues. “…and as for ‘sweet’…” She beams a smile like a ray of sunshine…. “I’m glad you thought I was sweet. With everything that’s happened, it brought the three of us together.” Her eyes are shining as she looks at me.

Oh, God…. When you look at me like that….

“How do you feel about an early night?”

She throws her ‘vamp eyes’ at me. “I’d love an early night…”

*****

Even with the fire burning, the bedroom is not actually cosy, but the heat of the stove percolates through the walls from the kitchen, so it’s not bad. And there’s plenty of blankets on the bed.

“Get under the covers, quickly. Don’t get cold.” I say. She peels off her clothes with fast, economic moves and slips between the sheets, then, lying back on the pillow, framed by her long, red hair and one arm curved gracefully back over her head, watches me undress. Just seeing her do that gets me going, my cock twitching to life as our eyes meet. As I unzip and step out of my jeans, she grins broadly when she sees I am already erect for her.

I just want to push that in your mouth, Babe….

And you know it, don’t you…?

As I step towards the bed, she opens her mouth, inviting me.

And how do I say no to that?

She teases me, offering her mouth, but not taking me in. Instead, she swipes her tongue over my cock-head, lapping away pre-cum, licking her lips and making a show of enjoying it. My breath shudders and my balls tighten, so I stare at the ceiling for a moment, reining myself in. When I look down again, she’s still looking up at me, all big eyes and that little-girl-lost look she uses when she wants something, or when she’s trying to pull the wool over my eyes.

But, when she’s got her mouth around my cock, it’s hard to resist….

She slides a hand under my balls, massaging and working them, pressing on the root of my shaft. And her mouth works up from the base, lapping and licking, working the ridge of the head, before she takes me inside, sucking gently, working the shaft with her hands.

She’s close to coming. The tension is building in her; just a little more….

Dipping fingers into her streaming cunt, coating them with her honey, I reach up and around her, easing one into her ass, circling inside the muscle as I do so.

She wails, and her entire body tenses, her breathing rapid and short, her heart hammering through me. She pauses for a long second and then her cunt goes into spasm above me. I plunge in my tongue, as deeply as I can, while she screams and howls, and her flesh pulsates around me. Pussy juices gush into my mouth, and her thighs, hard with tension, stretch and strain around me as she rides her orgasm.

As the moment passes, I push her upwards, rolling her from me, turning to prise her knees apart, get between her thighs, and fill her with my erection. As I plunge in, she is still trembling in the aftermath of orgasm, and she wails as I penetrate, spearing her.

Swinging her hips up, she wraps her legs around me, allowing me deeper entry. She takes me all the way in and I hilt myself, full length inside her. She’s slick and ready, and fucking her is just pure pleasure as she howls my name. Clutching at my shoulders with one hand, she locks the other into my hair, rocking her body to match my thrusting, meeting me, our bodies colliding.

As my climax comes close, I seize her by the hips, pulling her hard to me. In the final moment, I press my face into her shoulder, spurting my load into her in a violent orgasm that wracks my body, leaving me shaking and panting.

I flop down onto her, my heart pounding. Kissing the side of my face, she strokes my hair, wiping away the sweat dripping from my forehead.

Gathering myself together again, pulling my weight up onto my elbows and looking down, she lies there in a tumble of wild hair, her face also running with perspiration, flushed with heat, her mascara beginning to run.

She looks amazing. She looks up at me, smiling and tracing the line of my face with a finger.

…. I know what she’s going to say….

“My Golden Lover.…” she murmurs.

“Any time you want me…” I reply.