Virgin's Folly: Seduced, Ravaged, and Pregnant (Breeding Erotica) (5 page)

The third time she tried to call, I angrily
silenced it. Her constant texts and rings were deafening reminders
of what I'd given away.

Day three came, and I didn't regret
anything. Mr. Langern had taken a part of my virginity and a shard
of my soul that night. He'd taken so much from me that I was afraid
I'd walk away from their house scared, bitter, or worst of all,
empty.

Like a naive virgin, I expected sex without
a real relationship behind it to be a mess.

But, oh, I was wrong.

Mr. Langern filled me that night, and not
just with his potent seed. He'd given me a new craving, one that
burned brighter now that I'd tasted the forbidden fruit.

I had to see him again. I just didn't know
how.

I couldn't ignore Holly forever, and I
certainly couldn't indulge myself with him a second time while she
was around – assuming he even wanted me.

By mid-week, I was secretly praying for a
sign. One little call, a note slipped in the mail with an anonymous
address, anything.

Holly's barrage of phone tag and Facebook
pokes had finally stopped. I was coming back from a quick jog
around the neighborhood pond when she rang me again.

Time to bite the bullet. Let's just get it
over with while I'm still pumped on my body's natural
painkillers.

I punched the button and waited for the
vibrations to stop. I heard my best friend suck in a long burst of
air.

“
Kay! Where the fuck have
you been? I've been trying go over the Fourth with you all fricking
week!”

“
Been a little busy and
sick, Hol. Must've been something I picked up at the party that
night. Summer bug. Dad's been riding me about finishing up my
orientation paperwork for State too.” I stopped, preparing myself
for a new flurry of questions.

“
Aw, that sucks. I'd take
you out for some coffee but we can't do that 'til next month. I
really wanted to hear all about your guy!”

Through her annoyance, my heartbeat picked
up hopefully. “Really? Why not?”

“
I'm at the airport, Kay!
Cousin invited me out to Cally for a week and I thought I'd take
him up on it before I have to spend the next year on the
colder coast. Haven't you been checking Facebook?
I've been posting all about it!”

“
Nah, that bug really laid
me low.” Suddenly, I actually felt like talking to her. “I really
wish we could've gotten together again. But how about when you get
back? I'll tell you all about what happened then.”

“
Oh, alright. TTYL, lady.”
She hung on the line. “Oh, and Dad said something about enjoying
your company at the party. Whatever the hell that means. Hope you
didn't cry on his shoulder after Mr. X fucked you! Dad's always
been sappy and stupid and into drama like that.”

“
No, nothing like that.
We'll talk later, Holly.”

I waited for her to say bye, but the call
screen vanished.

Finally! My impure prayers to the sex gods
had been answered.

I rushed into my house, washed, and changed
into fresh clothes. Then I went straight for my car and peeled out
of the driveway.

On the way over, I left my Dad a quick
message, telling him I didn't know when I'd be coming home. I'd be
staying at Holly's for the night. Or so I hoped.

At least it wasn't a lie. I just omitted the
fact that Holly wasn't anywhere in sight.

Shit, what if he isn't there either? What if
he's gone off on a summer trip himself?

I had a breathless moment of panic as I
rounded their private drive. Then I saw Mr. Langern's silver
Mercedes perched beneath its outdoor canopy.

He hadn't gone anywhere after all. And now,
I hoped, he was all mine.

I didn't bother disturbing his small
housekeeping staff by ringing the doorbell. Since we'd met, Holly
always encouraged me to use the back gate, and today was no
exception.

The bright sun covered his large property.
Blistering pavement steamed beneath my feet, and even the gate's
metal was hot to the touch.

I found him sitting next to the pool. Mr.
Langern's strong legs were laid out ahead of him as he reclined in
the large chair, sunning himself to a new golden hue.

He stirred when my shadow blocked the sun.
Lowering his glasses, he looked up at me, aiming those brilliant
eyes that had stolen a bit of the sun's fire.

“
Little Kaylee. Didn't
expect to see you here today,” he said, purring his pleasant
surprise.

“
I didn't expect Holly to
go away all weekend. You can call or write, you know.”

Smiling at my sarcasm, he swung his legs
over the chair and stood, instantly dwarfing me. My eyes landed on
his beautiful wall of a chest and happily nested there.

“
So, you came by to fuck
me again?”

I pursed my lips. Muscles deep inside me
jumped at his crude, direct request. The refined veneer he wore
cracked the instant he stood up.

I wasn't with my best friend's wealthy
father anymore. Now, the man I'd met in the study confronted me,
the beast who tempted me with the body of an Adonis and a throbbing
erection that never hid.

“
Look at me, Kaylee. Look
up here and answer the question,” he ordered.

I blushed. He'd caught me staring at the
bulge in his trunks, and I was far more glad than ashamed.

“
No. Well, yes and no.” I
watched his eyebrows quirk up curiously. “Mr. Langern, the truth
is, I'm
obsessed
with you.”

“
Obsessed?”

Tension stretched my nerves. I'd never been
good at confessing, and doing it beneath this man, with everything
on the line, was delicate torture.

“
I couldn't stop thinking
about you after our night together. I want more of you, sir. I know
I'm an idiot for putting myself in a situation like this when
you're so close to my best friend...but my heart won't let me do
anything else.”

There. Let's wait for the verbal slap in the
face.

His huge arms hugged me, pulling me into his
hot embrace. The sun's livid force had saturated his flesh. Every
inch of him made me feel more alive wherever our bare skin
touched.

“
Then you're listening to
the right part of your body. The best kind of love – and lust – is
the kind that doesn't make sense. The riskiest is also the most
sweet.”

He dove, pressing his lips to mine. Mr
Langern tugged forcefully, slowly bringing me to my knees.

My knees went into a stray puddle that had
escaped the pool, but I didn't care.

His honey kisses drew me in. His fingers
twisted furiously against my back, following my curves down, only
stopping at my ass.

When he reached it, he splayed his fingers
out. His muscles bulged with desire, making his next kiss fiercer,
steadying the tremors mirrored in mine.

I sank lower, lower, into the hot pavement.
His lips devoured me one kiss at a time.

Nothing was off limits. Mr. Langern left his
fiery impressions on my lips, cheeks, and then strayed along my
neck, eagerly winding toward my cleavage poking out the tank top
I'd thrown on.

“
You look so young and
beautiful.” Flat on the ground, he pulled me to my feet with both
hands. “But no teasing, little Kaylee. If you want to play with a
man like me, then we're going to play hard. We're going to play
rough. Most of all, we're going to play
my
way.
”

“
I wouldn't dream of
anything else,” I said with a smile.

My jeans shifted as I steadied myself. I
noticed the uncomfortable wetness the water had left on my legs –
almost as humid as the stickier slickness between my legs. I stared
at it and hated myself for ruining a perfect moment like this with
a mess.

“
Come inside,” he said,
following my eyes. “We'll get that fixed up. Besides, I've been
wanting to give you something anyway.”

He smiled mysteriously and moved swiftly. I
trailed in behind him, my head spinning as I thought about what
that could mean.

Going into the Langern's place without Holly
around was strange. I expected him to take me into the cool, dark
den near the wet bar downstairs, but instead we headed up.

I'd only seen Mr. Langern's private master
suite once. Holly and I were young teens, and she dragged me up
there with her to ask him for a little spending money to play skee
ball at the arcade.

His spacious private chamber hadn't changed
much since then. A shiver caressed my back as I stepped inside
behind him.

Mr. Langern lived his life in style, his
grand scale extending into his bedroom. The smell of rich mahogany
hit me from all sides.

A huge canopy bed rested in the room's
center, lined with dark burgundy curtains. He slowly turned toward
me and smiled, looking like the charming vampire who'd seduce a
young girl senseless in reverie on his antique bed.

“
Go ahead. Open the
curtains and look at what I've laid out for you.”

I clasped the edges of the fabric gently and
slowly rolled them away. The light trickling through the large
window hit the most gorgeous pair of panties, bra, and stockings
I'd ever seen.

I picked up the bra by the
straps, admiring the hand worked lace around the cups. My lips
formed an oval and I released a tempered
whoosh.

“
You see?” He said behind
me, padding his strong fingers into my shoulders. “I told you I'd
replaced what I ruined.”

Yes, but he'd done more than that too.

Somehow, I'd missed the gorgeous dress
beneath the underwear on first glance. It was dark, sequined around
the collar, like something a wealthy lady would wear to a jazz
concert in the Roaring Twenties.

“
You shouldn't have done
all this for me,” I said softly. “I couldn't afford any of
this...even on three summers' pay!”

New heat rushed to my lower abdomen,
tantalizingly slow and sweet. Mr. Langern just stared at me. The
brightness in his eyes cut through me, deep as acupuncture
needles.

“
Forget it. I live to add
to beauty, little Kaylee. Now, go use my private bathroom across
the hall and change for me. You can leave the dress hanging on the
door.”

I blushed as he playfully tapped me on the
ass. Even as I went away and stripped off my wet jeans and tank
top, his touch lingered.

Can a woman ever get comfortable in a lion's
den?

The strange question stayed with me as
rolled on the stockings, the panties, and then the bra. I turned
around in the mirror, face flushing beet red. Somewhere beneath
that high end glamor, I recognized myself as the same frightened
girl.

But my heart throbbed boldly. The fear
parted like a thin vapor.

Donning Mr. Langern's lingerie was like
slipping into armor. For once in my life, I was ready to be brave.
And I was equally prepared to perform for him, to surrender
everything to this older rogue who'd overwhelmed me in his
charm.

My new Master folded his arms and looked on,
tightening his jaw, admiring my curves as I closed the door to his
room behind me. I turned slowly, letting him see all 360 degrees,
showing my best parts.

I'd finished blushing in the bathroom. Now,
the growling hunger wiped away everything else, determined and
ominous as thunder.

“
You're more beautiful
than I expected.” He let his hands drop, wagging me closer with one
muscular finger. “You're dressed so well for the part. Won't you
act on it, little Kaylee?”

Taking a page from his playbook, I refused
to answer. Not in words.

I moved closer, sashaying my body like a
cat. When he embraced me, I nestled deep into his neck,
intoxicating myself on his musky cologne and kissing across his
stubble.

I went down his neck, tugging his collar
back. Mr. Langern groaned – probably surprised by my newfound
confidence.

My nails dove around his back, raking his
tailored fabric. They stopped at his front and started to unhook
the silver buttons on his jacket.

Then I sank lower, keeping my hands on him
the whole time as I fell. I pushed on his thighs, drawing my
fingers close to his fly and grasping the zipper.

“
Hold onto my head, Mr.
Langern. I'm going to tell you thanks the best way I know how. Move
me however you want, just as long as my lips taste every handsome
part.”

His eyes bloomed, birthing new fire. The
warmth dove out and shot straight through my veins, but still I
didn't blush. And I certainly didn't stop.

His trousers opened with a pop and I let
them fall to his ankles. He unbuttoned his shirt as I tugged his
boxers to his knees.

The marvelous cock I'd only gotten the
smallest, most addicting sample of sprang out. Unlike our first
clumsy encounter, I knew exactly how to start.

I grasped him at the base and lowered my
mouth. Mr. Langern's neck snapped back, pointing his murmuring face
to the ceiling.

Delicious groans sauntered to my ears as I
sucked him harder. I drew him deep, turning my tongue into a silky
brush, stroking his massive shaft like an artist bringing living
beauty to life.

I rolled my cheek to one side, admiring his
length with my whole mouth. His hips rocked, forcing his shaft
deeper, straight across my tongue.

Relax, relax. Become his personal release,
his servant, and you'll become his lover forever.

As my tongue stroked him in long waves, I
wondered where the scared, sardonic voices had gone within me. For
now, they'd been replaced by a voice that schemed, dangerously
intent on fixing a permanent place for me at Mr. Langern's
table.