Commissioning His Virgin by Jamie Knight (read the beginning after the end novel TXT) 📗

My mind was now racing, flying all the way from the moment I first heard him call my name to the moment he undressed and stood exposed before my eyes. In a flash, I recalled all the pleasures we had shared up until this moment.

His grip on my breasts tightened. I let out a soft moan. As he towered over my naked body, he leaned down to plant a kiss on the top of my head.

I was so turned on at this stage, I felt like something, or someone else had taken control over my body. I didn’t want this feeling to end.

I reached up, pulled his head down, and locked our mouths together. His tongue darted out a little bit. As my lips opened, he gently pushed his tongue into mine. Our tongues grappled frantically. He sucked on mine like a starving man.

I swear I could almost feel his blood rushing to his groin, filling his manhood. The thought of turning on Elijah turned me on even more. In an instant, his cock was hard, throbbing, pushing against my belly. I stole a glance, looking down. The sight of his fully erect dick drove me insane.

My hands slid over, grabbing his throbbing cock. He let out a loud moan amidst kisses, biting my lower lip. His hips moved back and forth, dancing with the movement of my hands as I stroked his cock.

Damn!

He was big. Elijah’s fully erect cock would not wholly fit in my palm. I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel once it was buried inches deep inside of me. Would it hurt? Would it feel good? Would I like it?

Amidst my thoughts, Elijah pulled back. He took a step back, put his arms on my waist, lifting me up in the air. He held me against the canvas we had been painting. My back was up in the air against the canvas.

We kissed for what seemed to be a minute before the ropes holding the canvas in place gave in to the pressure exerted by our passionate bodies. The ropes let loose, so did Elijah’s hands. In a blink of an eye, we fell on the floor — Elijah toppling on top of me.

The flight from the canvas to the floor of the warehouse was so quick and short-lived. Yet, Elijah’s reaction afterward is what turned the whole situation into a laughing affair. The way he seemed to care about my wellbeing after the fall drove my heart to pound. I was beginning to fall in love with this man. I was beginning to fall in love with Elijah Fillmore.

“Are you okay?” he asked as his hands moved in a quick swipe across my whole body, searching for what could have been a broken body part or a bruise. He showed so much care and affection towards me. I felt cherished, adored. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Someone other than myself actually gave a fuck about me.

Without a thought, I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulled his head closer to mine, and kissed him passionately.

“See, I’m alright,” I responded in giggles, still firmly holding his neck, not wanting to let go.

He kissed my eyes, then my nose, then my mouth. Once more, our tongues toyed with each other’s. I felt his hands move across my hips, firmly squeezing them. I withdrew from his kiss, arching my back so that the only thing he could see in front of him were my breasts, which allowed his hands enough inches of skin to properly trace my ass.

My palms rested on his bare chest for support. My hair fell down around his crotch area. I could feel his hands exploring the skin around my ass before moving them around and up me, cupping my swollen nipples.

My body was on fire, so was his. His stiff cock throbbed around my pussy, pushed up against my pelvic area. My pussy was dripping wet. The heat around it was unbearable.

Elijah pulled my arms up. In one swift move, my whole upper body rose to meet his. His hot breath on my breasts was astounding. He opened his mouth, leaning down to feast on my swollen nipples. He took the first one, then the other, his tongue ravishing as I moved my hands, pulling his head tight against my mounds in pleasure. I was moaning loudly. He was setting my whole body on fire. My breasts must’ve had an enticing taste on his taste buds as he didn’t seem to want to let go. Instead, he clung to them like his whole life depended on it.

I could feel the juices oozing from my pussy, so could he. He raised his head from my breasts, kissed my lips before swiftly flipping me over so that he was on top of me once again. I was going crazy with exciting, thrusting lust.

His lips parted mine. While I didn’t seem to know exactly what to do, he slipped his tongue inside my mouth once again. He must’ve felt my stiff body begin to relax more and more with each passing second. Our tongues danced together for a short while before he moved his lips to my chin, down towards my neck.

Elijah kissed and licked my neck, sliding his hand down the side of my body. When he reached my belly, I moaned loudly, parting my legs, each to either side of me, granting him full access to my already wet pussy.

His hand moved towards my crotch region. The tip of his finger reached down, touched the soft, warm skin around my pussy. He stole a glance at me. I don’t know what his eyes saw; apprehension maybe, maybe fear, or shyness, but what I knew for sure was that I wanted more. He must’ve ignored my facial expressions and followed what my body communicated.

Reaching forward with his finger again, he touched my entrance. I felt my eyes widen; my lips parted as his eyes were firmly fixed on mine. He felt my