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

the other hand stayed at work. I slowly slipped a finger in my ass and stretched it a little. I loved a little ass action.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. One more stroke, and my cum shot up so high, it nearly hit my face. A wave of electricity moved through my body, and I fell back on my sheets. It was a release, but not quite enough. I still needed Carrie to truly let go.

I had a feeling that my date with the beautiful lady was going to be fantastic and I really looked forward to it.

Chapter Three - Jackson

The night I had been waiting for so eagerly was finally here. This was the night I got to take Carrie’s virginity. I stood by my door, waiting for the girl to arrive. I have to admit, I was a little nervous; my palms were a little sweaty. Something about this evening felt special. Like it was a time I would never forget.

I had spent all day that day in preparation, making sure everything was in place: from food, water, a warm and comfortable environment, clean sheets, you name it. I was prepared, and I hoped she’d appreciate the effort I put into it.

The doorbell rang, and I almost jumped with both excitement and nerves. I took a deep breath and opened the front door. Carrie stood in the middle of the doorway in a short white dress, almost as a symbol of her purity. She wore her long blonde hair down, and it covered her shoulders a little. Her eyes were the purest shade of blue I had ever seen. She was hands down a lot more beautiful in person; her profile picture didn’t do her justice.

“Hi,” she said shyly and smiled.

“Good evening,” I responded and nervously scratched the back of my head. The innocence of this young flower was driving me insane. Just the look of her pushed my desires to new heights, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on those curves.

Carrie held her hands together in front of her and kept looking at her feet. It was clear that she was timid.

“Come in,” I prompted, ushering her into the door.

“Thank you,” she said demurely and followed me to my study. My study was the quietest and comfortable space in my house. Besides, that’s where my checkbook was.

“Have you ever done anything like this before?”

“No, sir.” She shook her head. The way she said “sir” made my dick stir. This girl was a natural submissive. “Didn’t you read my profile?” she asked.

I glanced up at her from my seat at my desk and give her a smile that I hoped was reassuring. “I did. I just find it hard to believe that a beautiful girl like you has never been with a man.”

She shook her head, blonde locks shimmering in the light. “I have never been with a man, sir,” Carrie insisted.

“What about girls?” I still wasn’t 100% convinced.

“I’ve never even been kissed, sir,” she said.

Her eyelashes, long and blonde, flittered as she admitted that little detail. It was a tell-tell sign of embarrassment, but I didn’t want her to feel shame at her inexperience. If anything, it made her more attractive — like a flower that had just started to bloom.

“Carrie, would you be willing to sign a confidentiality agreement?”

“Yeah, sure,” she said, a little surprised.

“It’s standard procedure,” I assured her. A confidentiality agreement was a must-have, especially for a billionaire like me, who could easily attract a scandal.

Carrie signed the paper and handed it to me. I took a look at it to confirmed that everything was in order. Then I took out my checkbook and signed off on ten-million dollars as previously agreed and gave the check to her.

I looked into her eyes and saw pure innocence mixed with a little fear and curiosity. She quickly grabbed her check and put it in her purse, almost as if she was hiding it. That made me want to laugh, but I held back, not wanting her to feel any remorse.

Standing, I took Carrie’s hand in mine. Her fingers felt small and cold in my grasp, but she didn’t pull back. That was a good sign. I led her out of the office and closed the door behind us. Earlier, I had told everyone working in the house to take the night off, and I was left with only the on-call guy. We would be entirely alone.

Carrie followed me to the living room, where I had a fire roaring in the fireplace. That and a few candles were all there was for light. The mix of brightness and shadows would add to the mood.

The girl gasped a little at the elegance. Her arm brushed against mine — soft and warm. With that touch, I just couldn’t act like a gentleman any longer. I grabbed her by her wrist and pushed her against the wall.

Her body was soft against mine. Breasts pushing into my chest and lower down, I could feel her belly’ roundness between her hips. It was all uncharted territory, and it was all mine. I was ready for my prize, and that prize was her.

I pushed back the hair that had covered Carrie’s face and saw fear in her eyes. She was clearly nervous and new to all this. It was clear that she hadn’t had any foreplay before, but at the same time, she did look a little curious. I took a step back because I didn’t want to terrify her any further.

It was perfectly normal for any woman to get a little scared especially being alone with a man in his house for the first time. Rich men especially had nasty reputations. I knew I had to find a way to calm her down.

I held Carrie’s hand, kissed her palm, and looked straight into her eyes. “You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, and I’ve met a lot of people.”

She looked away, blushing. “That can’t be true,”