Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

Chapter 34: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Thirty-Four

Michael’s smile broadens. “Not yet. I want to take my time with you.” And he drops to all fours, his mouth poised over my clit.

He does not move immediately, simply holding his position, so that the heat of his breath laves my engorged folds. My hips starting to judder, he kisses me lightly, so lightly, on my nub, sending ripples through the muscles of my belly and thighs. My quiet moans give way to breathy panting, and my spine arches upwards to meet him.

Using a finger to release my clit from its sheath, his lips wrap around the stiff bud and the tip of his tongue begins to circle. As it makes gradual circuits around the twitching nub, winding it around in idle coils, my hot pussy flows in earnest. He takes a moment to lap up my juices, before returning to his work of winding my clit through slow spirals, but my molten cunt still streams hot juices over my thighs.

As my climax arises, spinning outwardly from Michael’s circling of my clit, my pussy trembles and clenches. Looking down the length of my body, to watch him as he works, through the flushed and gleaming valley between my breasts, I see his golden locks and the occasional flash of his blue eyes, as he glances upwards to my face.

My body beginning to judder out of control, my orgasm poised to spill, he drops further in, to drive into my pulsing cunt with his tongue. Probing deeper, he swirls his spirals within me, making whorls that wipe by my inner muscles…. and my orgasm bursts free.

Cunt clenching, belly pulsing, I howl out my rapture as Michael continues his coils and twirls inside my throbbing pussy.

It is ecstatic.

It is rhapsodic.

It is…. too much…

“Oh God, that’s enough! Stop Michael. Please stop.”

He withdraws and clambers up to lie alongside me again, his hard erection throbbing against my thigh once more. Stroking my belly, as I descend from the heights, he kisses a breast, then the other, joy in his eyes.

“Good?” he asks.

“God yes, it was, very good. But what about you?”

“Later,” he says. “It’s not so easy for me to…re-charge, as for you.”

“Later?”

That grin returns, like a little boy in a sweet shop. “I seriously doubt whether James plans to leave you with your clothes on all night. But I wanted you to myself for a while”

“D’you think he’s going to mind? That we just….”

“Mind? Why would he mind? The two of us have always shared you.”

But through the afterglow of orgasm, a knot of worry settles in my stomach. Have I done something I shouldn’t have? Will my Master be angry with me?

*****

hours later. I have never seen him in formal business suit before. He looks astonishing,

“Master, you look amazing.”

saying that, so do you.”

he had some errands to

carefully on a hook by the door, unknots the tie, hanging it with the jacket, and undoes the top button of his shirt. “God, it’s good to get out of that,” he says. Then he hugs

day while I was out then?” he

?

Oh, God.

My heart sinks.

did you

showered since, but I can smell

bottom lip, “Are you

eyebrows arch. “Angry? Why would I

we…. and

course, the two of you should enjoy each other, take pleasure in each other, whenever you feel inclined, whether or not I am here……” He tilts his head at

eaten Charlotte? A light lunch I think, then I have work to do this afternoon. And I think you also

*****

looming, I am studying hard, but I have been staring at the pages

Michael, who is lying on the couch behind

he is reading; something light, with a skimpily clad woman, and

looks great on a diagram, with one or two points of reference, but how on earth you would

I asked. Well beyond me

work.” My Master looks at me across his desk in the corner of the room, and I stare at him. He continues “Fortunately, these days we do have

“Master? You’re a physicist?”

an engineer. But there is

“I didn’t know that.”

that not-quite-smile of his. “You never asked.”

what do you actually

always have access to this beautiful apartment. My accommodation, when I’m working in town here, is written into the contract. In fact, finite element analysis is a rather large part of the work I do.

shake my head. My Master has depths

*****

yawn, rubbing

“Tired?” asks Michael.

bit stiff too. I need

This is exclusive content from Dramanovels.com. Please visit Dramanovels.com to support the author and the translation team!

Comments ()

0/255