Ordering His Virgin (Club Lush Book 10) by Jamie Knight (motivational books for women txt) 📗

Satisfied that everything would be fixed soon. I left my office and headed to my bedroom, two floors up. I changed into something comfortable, got into bed, and picked up my laptop. Freshpussy.com was the website that was recommended to me by one of my friends from the club. He was apparently a regular visitor on that site now and purchased quite a few women willing to sell their virginity.

A relationship was out of the question. As a CEO, I didn’t have time for love. Besides, it was my experience that once a woman got comfortable as a part of my life, that’s when she tried to take power in the relationship. I was tired of Golddiggers, who felt they could boss me around. No pussy was worth that.

What I needed was an unsullied little virgin — someone who had never been touched and would be mine to claim. If she was willing to let me dominate her, then that would be perfect.

However, Freshpussy was not giving up the goods. I had been at it for about five days, searching for the perfect girl, and I was getting ready to give up. I decided that this night would be the last night I would browse the website. If I didn’t find anyone by the time I was thirty minutes in, I would quit and find a girl the old-fashioned way.

I opened freshpussy.com and logged into my account. I went through the first page, then the second, then the third, until I started to see profiles of women I had seen on the previous day.

This is useless, I thought to myself.

I went back to the first page. I wanted to see if there was anyone on there that I would at least consider. I refreshed the page, then held my breath.

There she was. The virgin I was looking for.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. The perfect girl was right at the top of the page. She had long blonde hair with dark roots. Her eyes were a perfect blue, and her face had innocence written all over it. However, her body screamed sin. With wide hips and huge tits, she was ripe for the plucking.

How could she be a virgin? For a moment there, I thought that this was one of those profiles that conmen used to catfish people, but something else told me to give it a try. My dick hardened under the sheets as I looked her over. It would be impossible to get her out of my mind until I had tasted her. I hurried and made a ten-million-dollar bid. I had plenty of money, and $10M was a drop in the ocean to me. Besides, I had to make a statement. That kind of money would most certainly attract her to me. I was sure of that.

A couple of minutes later, I got a notification saying that my bid was accepted.

Who would say no to ten million? I thought to myself, grinning.

I put my laptop down and closed my eyes, trying to imagine what this girl, whose name was Carrie, would look like in person. The more I thought of her, the harder my dick got. The anticipation was driving me wild.

I grabbed my dick and started playing with the tip. Was Carrie really a virgin? I couldn’t believe my luck. My dick would probably be the first dick she ever put in her mouth or the first one she ever felt stretching her little pussy. Reaching across my bed to the bedside table, I took out some lube. I loved my dick sloppy and slippery whenever I decided to pleasure myself. That way, I could imagine that it was covered in some innocent girl’s juices.

Each stroke of my hand got tighter and longer with every passing second. I imagined Carrie looking up at me with those big innocent, blue eyes. I stroke even harder, imagining her laying down on her back and opening her legs. Maybe I would tie her to the bed, so she would be helpless to my every whim. Then I would tease her so badly, she would be begging me to take her for the first time.

I would play with her soft, pink lower lips, listening to her gasps and moans as she felt her desire heightening. I loved to watch women squirm as I touched them, bringing them the pleasure they had never felt before. There was always a point when they relaxed, and their bodies took over: hips jerking, pussy’s wet with longing. Rubbing her clit, I would bring Carrie to a heightened state of readiness, then I would push a finger into her tight hole. That would help get her ready for what was to come.

When that good little pussy of hers was wet enough, and she was begging for me to take her, I would rub my straining cockhead up and down her folds, just to prolong the tension. Her hips would be trying to move towards me, but she wouldn’t be able to take me. That’s how I would remain in control.

I would keep rubbing up and down her slit until my cock felt like it was going to explode, leaking precum that mixed with her juices. Then I would slowly take her. Inching my round, thick cock head in, I’d push open her tunnel until I pressed up against her innocence. With one swift move, I’d break through and claim her.

Carrie would be forever mine.

With my dick clenched inside her and her moaning for release, I would rub her clit hard until the girl started to feel her climax. Her pussy would milk my cock. That’s when I would let loose, pumping in and out as her pussy clamped down on me, massaging the cum out of my shaft.

I was about to blow. As I imagined coating Carrie’s womb with my seed, I gently leaned toward one side and used my free hand to open my ass cheek while