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She’s mine for the taking. I don’t have to be gentle or give her a nice time.

I take.

I fuck.

So long as I keep my fists to myself, it’s all night long that I’ve got a willing slave in my bed.

She’s protected with the guard outside the door. Malcolm makes sure his men always stay put. After tonight, I’m going to have to tell him to find another guard because that one was paid off for a few measly grand.

I can spend that a day on meals with clients to make a couple extra million. I’m a businessman. Money is the currency I’m used to.

The last thing I wanted was for the guard to come in. I don’t like having people around to watch me unless I’m the one in control.

So, the guard had to go.

One look at this woman’s picture and I wanted to know more. She’s here for money, I get that, but there’s something else. I get the sense that if she could, she’d be somewhere else. Somewhere far away from here.

“You ever seen a cock before?” I ask.

She shakes her head.

I smirk. I can’t help it.

It’s a heady feeling, knowing I am the first man to be with this woman. Part of me wants to walk away, but I can’t. I love that she hasn’t waxed her pussy. She keeps her legs open, just like I asked her to.

Does she even realize how beautiful she looks, spread open like that?

Wrapping my fingers around my length, I stare into her brown eyes. So expressive. Her bottom lip is sucked into her mouth, and it makes me want to pull on that lip.

Stepping up to the bed, I take her hand and wrap it around my dick.

The only condition for tonight was a condom. Malcolm was firm on that.

None of the women are looking for a baby or something more.

One night of pleasure.

I paid a hundred thousand dollars for this woman.

I want to make every second count.

Her fingers are cold as they touch my skin. Closing my eyes, I grit my teeth. The pleasure is fucking intense.

Slowly, up and down, I show her what I like.

“Men are different. I like to know you’re touching me, so do it hard. I like a firm touch.”

I squeeze her hand.

Her gaze keeps going from my face to my hand, then back again.

“That’s right, fuck, that feels good. You know you’re doing it right when I stay hard and you get my pre-cum leaking out of the tip.” I groan.

It has been a long time since I’ve been with a woman.

Never have I paid for a woman. This is completely new, but I love the feel of her hands on me. The fire she’s setting within my body. I can’t stop, and I want to just bend her over and fuck her so damn bad it aches.

I shove her hand away from my dick and push her to the bed. Gripping her thighs, I move up, kneeling between so she has no choice but to keep on moving until her head is on the pillows, her brown hair fanning out against the pale white sheets.

Why white?

The whole virgin experience, maybe?

By the time I’m through with this woman, she won’t be able to walk for a week. The first time, I’ve heard, is awful, so I already know I’m going to take her at least twice.

Condoms are in the drawer beside the bed, but I’m not ready to just stick my dick in. I need a taste of this woman. To think, if I’d not decided to come with my friend, I wouldn’t get to experience her first time.

From the moment I saw her picture, I felt this need to be here. To take her. To show her how good it could be with a man. This wasn’t how a woman’s first time should be. There should be lots of flowers, dinner, and something special beforehand. The buildup of intimacy that every other woman got.

She doesn’t have time for that though. I see it in her eyes.

The money for this woman is a last resort.

I’ve never been one to care about another’s business. It’s a dog eat dog world out there, and I’m one of the dogs that eats well.

Kissing down her body, I take each nipple into my mouth, sucking on the hard buds. She wriggles beneath me, and I love the feel of her soft body against mine. Sliding my tongue down the valley of her breasts to her belly button, I tease as I keep her legs open wide. The scent of her sex is so close.

My mouth waters for a taste.

Now, I’m a picky man.

I don’t like tasting a woman’s pussy. The thought of putting my mouth where another man’s dick has been doesn’t appeal to me.

But this woman is pure honey.

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