Virgin's Folly: Seduced, Ravaged, and Pregnant (Breeding Erotica) (4 page)

His hips rolled forward. His cock slid
upward between my lips, catching my wetness and arcing on my
clit.

Another whimper. Another gasp. Every nerve
inside me screamed, battering the tiny ball of sensible fears
nestled in my brain.

“
N...No,” I stammered. “I
want you deep inside me, Mr. Langern. Oh, come fuck me.”

Gritting his teeth, he pushed across my
outside again, tighter than before. My clit sizzled.

“
Are you sure, little
Kaylee? You're using words like a big girl now. Does that mean
you're really ready to fuck like one too?”

This time, I exhaled as he pushed against
me. Something fell away deep inside me, bouncing in my inner
recesses like stray stones falling down a long abyss.

My lungs heaved, lightly twirling my breasts
for him. My hands slid up his chest and hooked above his shoulders,
pulling him toward me with all my might.

“
Do it,” I whispered,
hoarse and desperate as fire speaking.

Mr. Langern's face turned
deadly serious, focused. I imagined it was the same expression he
wore while finalizing a million dollar acquisition, and now he was
poised to finish his total conquest of
me.

His hips jerked forward. His cock leveled
into me just right, snapping through the last of my virgin skin at
the entrance and sailing deep, stretching my soft walls.

Nerves flared. A few darted their prickly
discomfort through me, but most of them twang with pleasure, sharp
as the violin sonnets still drifting in from across the
hallway.

I moaned. My body jerked uncontrollably as
he kept going, all the way to my womb, grinding his big head
against my cervix.

“
Ohhh,” he grunted. “Oh,
fuck. I knew you had a tight little cunt, but this is...simply
exquisite.”

I looked up and saw his eyes pinched shut.
He anchored himself in me, quietly burning and still, so long I
swore we could feel each other's pulse.

But then, like all men do, he had to act. My
new lover's hips swung into motion, lifting his huge frame back
before crashing into me again, harder than before.

Primal shock crashed through my system. If
it weren't for his weight against me, I might've jumped so high he
would've slipped out of me.

Instead, I pushed my hips to his, then fell
backward along his rigid shaft. The pleasure – the ungodly,
reckless euphoria – bathed every muscle in sultry honey.

Time stretched with my flesh, slowing
impossibly. I looked down and saw, felt the force of him hammering
into me, but it seemed to happen in a vacuum devoid of everything
but eternal ecstasy.

He didn't get in many thrusts before I gave
it up. His fire invaded me, scorching every nerve, sending me
crashing into the blinding white light I craved.

I grunted, screamed, and came. My legs arced
over his and clamped tight against his ass, ramming my hips to his
as my sex romped and dribbled all over his thrusts, all the way to
his balls.

The ferocity must've surprised him. Mr.
Langern growled, pinning me to the mattress by the shoulders, his
eyes small and hot with concentrated desire.

He fucked me through my spasms, not stopping
for a single second. Pleasure lifted me high, fuzzy and sticky
sweet, but his thrusts created new devastating lightning in the
void, like a storm above a forest fire.

I came and came and couldn't stop. I
screamed, scared and overjoyed that I might be trapped in ecstasy
forever.

But at last, the big wave ebbed, smashing me
back on his jagged shores. And my sex never cooled.

The lustful hunger only grew, fed by his
insatiable thrusts. Already, my virginity was long behind me,
replaced by a gnawing eagerness to worship him with my flesh.

I wanted this man. More
than that – I wanted his
seed.

The risk didn't bother me anymore. Maybe it
was the brute pleasure or a primal reflex he'd triggered with his
scent, his touch, the savage entrance of my first cock.

Whatever it was, I wanted its natural
conclusion. I began to pant, loudly breathing and moaning through
my teeth.

The sound drove him wild. His cock struck my
depths, a fleshy piston gone on a one way, runaway trip.

“
Oh...Mr. Langern! Ah...I
need it. I – oh! – need you to come inside me.” I recognized the
feminine pitch in my voice, but everything else sounded like a
totally different person.

Mr. Langern was past words. For him, the
only answer could come in the thump of his hips, the wet slap of
flesh-on-flesh.

He furrowed his brow. His hips sped to a
demonic pace, transforming him into a fiery engine, carving a path
through me so powerfully I thought he'd make me combust.

I didn't expect him to come to a full
stop.

I'd never heard a man scream before. Not
really. I'd only heard the playful yelps boys make on the sporting
fields.

Mr. Langern's whole body stiffened into pure
rock. My feet lay against his ass, pressing as hard as I could, but
not moving anything.

His huge girth swelled inside me like a
hose, all while he groaned like a mountain collapsing.

Soon, I didn't know who was burying who in
screams. My mouth opened wide and I added my unearthly howls to his
after I felt the first jet streak inside me.

His come burned. It smoked, steamed, and
scaled, making all the heat before seem like a lukewarm
trickle.

His cock fired deep, reloaded, cascading his
semen into me again. And it just kept coming, far more than I
thought his round sacs could hold.

By the time I began overflowing with his
essence, I was deep in another orgasm. Our hips twitched, gently
riding the storm, stirring his potency into my womb.

My womb opened with every mind blasting
shudder. That moment, I'd literally become a vessel, a wind up toy
rewarded with fierce pleasure for letting my body do exactly what
it wanted, what it needed, clenching and sucking and milking him
for every drop.

Mr. Langern's eyes were still clamped shut
when I saw clearly. The same liquid fire inside me washed against
my ass, its excess pooling on the sheets and cooling beneath
us.

He held himself inside me. I could've slept
like that, totally drained.

Spent. Exhausted. But most
of all,
satisfied.

Another thunderous aftershock rumbled in his
throat as he finally pulled away. The mattress bounced as he
collapsed next to me.

I reached between my legs and felt the hot
stream. Did I feel any regret?

The answer was in my kiss. I leaned over to
him, giving his tired lips a full kiss, alive with dancing lips and
tongue.

Mr. Langern groaned happily. He embraced me
one more time, holding me tight for a moment, while my thighs
shifted together to stop the seemingly endless outflow.

“
How does it feel, little
Kaylee? Does it feel good to be a woman now?”

“
You've got no idea, sir.
And you were right about everything...it's much better when we
don't restrict our passions.”

He smiled knowingly. A couple minutes later,
he sat up and swung his big legs over the bed, slowly wiping his
brow.

I watched him walk over to where our clothes
were piled in all his naked glory. Seeing him dress in that neat,
unassuming suit was almost as much fun as watching it come off.

Almost.

When he'd finished, he laid my dress on the
bed next to me, along with my underwear. He held up my bra and
winced.

One of the straps was
torn. As in, hopelessly ripped beyond repair.
Oops.

“
Looks like I got a bit
carried away. But I still have no regrets.” He smiled. “Come visit
me next week. I'll replace it with something better.”

With that, he strode forward, stopping
before he disappeared into his study to blow one last kiss. I heard
his door click shut before I stood up.

I dressed quickly, allowing myself no time
to reflect in his mansion. I'd been gone for – what? – hours?

Holly and a few of our mutual friends were
probably wondering where I'd gone by now. Or maybe they weren't.
Regardless, I had to find someone and let them know I'd had my fill
– just not in the way they expected.

I tidied up my dress as best as I could and
began my trek back through the house. Phantom soreness pulsed at my
center, and I wondered if I'd be struggling to walk tomorrow while
his sperm continued leaking out of me.

I was almost at the stairs when I heard
familiar laughter. Cautiously, I peeked through the half-opened
door and saw Holly leaning on pretty boy's chest, swirling her
fingertips in his center as they lay half-covered on her big pink
bed.

I took one step forward, trying my best to
slink away, when I heard her shout.

“
Kay! Come here a
minute.”

I stepped inside, awkwardly smoothing my
dress. She sat up and smiled at me. Her boyfriend lay next to her,
a dull and sleepy look on his face.

“
How's the party, girl? Is
everyone out there happy and hopping?”

“
Yeah, sure. Everybody's
keeping it real the last time I checked. That DJ you snagged really
knows how to work the music.”

Her smile beamed, but faded just as quickly.
I stared at her nervously, wondering what was running through her
head.

“
Oh my God, Kaylee
Hughes!” She stood up, clad in nothing but panties and not even
blushing. “Did you finally give it up to someone
tonight?”

“
What?” Alarm rang in
voice. “No! I was just dancing a lot. It can make a person flushed,
you know.”

“
No, I don't think so,”
she said confidently, striding forward like her Dad, hands balled
into little fists. “You got your V-card stamped!”

Charlie stretched out on the bed behind her
and laughed.

Great. This is just what I
need,
I thought, glad that we were out of
High School so the rumor mill Holly founded and ran for so many
years wouldn't swallow me up in its grinder.

“
So what if I did?” I said
finally. There wasn't much use in hiding it once Holly was hot on
the case.

“
Holy shit! Who was it?
Come on, you have to tell me!”

“
Older boy,” I lied. My
cheeks burned as I thought about Mr. Langern's gorgeous, hard body.
“I don't...even know his name.”

Holly burst out into laughter. Loud, catty,
knee slapping laughter.

For an instant, I felt stupid. But if she
was laughing like this, then she obviously believed my story.

“
You can't be fucking
serious,” she gasped. “You? Little Kay?”

“
Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you
want. I just got caught up in the moment and he pulled me into a
closet.”

“
Wait.” Holly's face went
dead serious. “Not my extra storage closet out front?”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “No,
Hollster. Your shoes and dressed are perfectly safe from my
sweat.”

“
Okay, good! Why don't you
tell me about this guy and we'll see if I can track him down?” She
scratched my shoulder, nails bright and sharp as talons.

“
No, no, no. There's no
need to do that.” She cocked her head and looked at me closely as
my hurried words spilled out. “Not yet, at least. I just want to
enjoy the rest of the night and forget all this.”

That's too tall a lie. You wouldn't forget
Mr. Langern and what he did to you a few rooms away for
anything.

“
Okay, Kay. I remember
what it was like getting my V-card punched – all the silly thoughts
and emotions. You deserve a little time to decompress.” Her face
wrinkled with sympathy. “But tomorrow, you're gonna tell me all
about this mystery man and
everything
that
happened.”

“
We'll talk then,
Holly.”

I turned and suppressed a shiver. I sensed
her eyes looking around the corner, following me all the way down
the corridor.

As soon as I turned the corner to the
staircase, I stopped. Dubstep's deafening, mechanical thumps
bounced below, almost as loud as my heartbeat.

I shifted and went straight for the kitchen,
sliding out the glass door and stepping onto the patio. A few
drunken guys were slumped in the same pool chairs Holly and I had
sat in only days ago, the place where I'd wished my way into Mr.
Langern's bed.

I snuck out the gate and headed toward my
car. In the darkness, I felt a hungry vibe, the instinctive need to
fill dark places with blinding light.

Halfway home, I realized it was my deepest
hunger, churning steadily whenever I remembered the feel of Mr.
Langern's flesh.

It's a rare thing for dreams to come true.
And when they finally do, it's as beautiful as it is
disorienting.

I buried my face in my pillow the instant I
got home. Neighbors were still setting off fireworks late into the
night to celebrate, but I slept through the celebrations.

When I woke the next morning, it took me a
little while to remember who I was and what had happened. For an
instant, I wondered if I'd dreamed the whole thing.

But the dull ache between my legs said
otherwise. So did the sticky residue lingering on my thigh, the
remnants I later washed away in the shower.

Days passed in surreal, quiet contemplation.
My parent stayed out late at their jobs and visited their friends.
Only my phone rocked my little world, the annoying ring tone I'd
set for Holly disrupting my lonely meditations in bed.