Series: Stacey Espino
Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Now would have been the perfect time to tell her to stay out of April’s life, but he had a feeling she wouldn’t do that. Also, he knew April would be upset if Clara just stopped seeing her without any reason whatsoever.
So, he had a new way of getting what he wanted.
April would be moving out soon and finding her own path in life. It meant he wasn’t going to get the chance to see Clara much, if ever. Then there was the chance of her finding someone else.
He could handle a business deal. Paying Clara for her virginity would be easy. He’d be able to get her out of his system, move on, and forget about her.
He never gave a woman a chance to get close. Women knew the score with him, not that there had been one in over three years. He refused to believe it was because he’d met Clara and she’d dominated every sexual thought he had during that time.
“I want your virginity,” he said, pressing her up against the kitchen counter. She reached out, grabbing the edge. “Seems popular with college girls these days, so you won’t be alone.”
He saw the white-knuckled grip she had on the counter and he smiled.
“You’re crazy. And there’s no way you’re serious.”
“You have until tomorrow morning to give me your decision. April likes to sleep in, but I know you like to be up early.” He had caught her cleaning up their messes plenty of times. Of course, Clara doesn’t know that, and he doubted his daughter knew her best friend cleaned the house after them.
Clara’s eyes went wide as he reached out and grabbed her waist.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you doing this?” she asked. “I don’t understand.”
“You have something I want and I’m willing to pay for it.”
“Pay?”
“Yes.”
“I told you I’m not a whore,” she said.
“No, but for one night, if you agree, you will be bought and paid for, and I can do whatever the hell I want with you.” He was tempted to kiss her, but he pulled back.
She had until morning.
Without another word, he left her alone and made his way up to his bedroom. His cock was rock hard. He didn’t want to walk away from her, but lift her up on that counter, spread her legs, and fuck her until she was screaming his name.
How could she be a virgin? It seemed ridiculous to even imagine her being a virgin. Crazy. The young girls these days were more promiscuous than ever, his own daughter included.
He’d find out soon enough. If she wasn’t a virgin, and he paid for the privilege of taking that sweet cherry, then he’d make her pay. He’d turn her into a whore, his own personal sex toy—until he grew tired of her. Then he’d discard her, and he’d get what he wanted. She’d leave and April would be free of her, as would he. It was a win-win situation.
But he still had a problem right now, his cock was rock hard, and her scent still lingered. This wasn’t good.
Stepping into the bathroom, he stripped out of his clothes, and then made his way into the shower, not waiting for the water to warm up. He had lost count of the number of nights he had done this to get her out of his mind.
Wrapping his fingers around his hardened length, he started at the base, worked up to the tip, and tried to imagine some other woman. No one was forthcoming. He could only see Clara, on her knees in front of him, mouth open, waiting to take his cock either in her mouth or on all fours, waiting for him to fuck her tight hot cunt, or even her asshole.
During his night with her, she was going to take it all. Her pussy, her ass, and her mouth. If she was a virgin, he doubted any of them had been used the way they were meant to.
Closing his eyes, he pictured her, begging him. His name spilling from her lips as he drove inside her again and again, bringing her closer to orgasm.
He came, hard, his seed spraying onto the shower floor, washing away down the drain. He panted, trying to catch his breath. The orgasm hadn’t helped him at all. In fact, it had made him hornier than ever.
He finished in the shower, turned it off, wrapped a towel around his waist, and stepped into his room.
Just as he was about to enter his closet, he heard a slight knock on the door. April never knocked. He threw open the door and was surprised to see Clara on the other side.
“I don’t need to wait until the morning. I accept,” she said.
“You accept?”
“Yes, but it won’t make me a whore, because a whore needs multiple men, and I won’t be selling myself to anyone else but you.” She nodded her head once as if confirming her decision.