Page 17 of Forbidden Virgin

What?She quivered. “Not fair.”

“It’ll be worth it.” He removed his finger from her sex and took it into his mouth. “God. I can’t wait to eat your pussy later with your sweet juices drenching from my mouth.”

She bobbed her head, high on arousal. Her gaze slid down to the bulge in his pants. “What about you? Are you going to touch yourself?”

He scratched his chin. “I can’t walk around with a hard-on. You know, you just gave me an idea. Get on your knees and open your mouth.”

She did as instructed. When she kneeled, the egg pushed further into her, making her yet more aware and prickly.

He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. “I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

She parted her lips, and he traced her line with the thick tip of his cock. During the weekend she hadn’t had the chance of sucking him again because they either screwed a lot or he buried his face in between her legs. But now, for some reason, he seemed adamant about her sucking him—which would be no sacrifice.

She licked the underside of his length, and the veins throbbed. She could feel the rush of blood surging through them and a sense of pride expanded in her chest. He wanted her badly. Did he behave like this with his previous lovers? She wasn’t sure—and didn’t want to ask and sound whiny.

He threw back his head, and she clenched his cock in her hands and sucked him just like the other time—up and down, her hands stroking him in the same direction. A growl parted his lips. “Baby, I’m so hot for you I’m not going to wait long. Fuck, Kate. See what you do to me,” he said, and for the first time during sex his voice trembled.

She intensified her sucking, and with one hand squeezed his smooth, heavy balls. That did it. He pulled her hair to keep her in place, and started to thrust his cock into her quickly, almost violently. She loved when he took control like this because she would gladly give it to him. She repeated the motion a few times, each time shoving his cock deeper into her. She would have moaned but his massive cock occupied every corner of her mouth. With a groan, he spilled himself into her, and one jerky spasm marked his orgasm.

“Yeah, baby, drink it all,” he egged her on as she caught a few drops dripping down his length. “You’re thirsty for my cum, aren’t you, greedy girl? You want more?”

“I always want more.” She smacked her lips and stood upright, smoothing her pants. No one would know about her dirty little secret. She smiled at him, and popped her head out of the door to make sure no one walked by the moment she left.

“Go first, Kate. I’ll wait a couple of minutes and leave,” he said, zipping himself up. “I’ll see you later, in my office.”

* * *

“Your friend Jacobcalled you a couple of times,” Sheri said, when Graham strode past her desk.

“I’ll call him back. Thanks,” he said, and closed the door of his office. Usually, he left it open but now he needed all the space he could get. He popped his knuckles. What the fuck was wrong with him?

The image of sweet Kate, whose mouth he’d just boldly fucked came to his mind, and he reached to his collar even though it didn’t restrain him. Then why did his neck pulse and he could hardly breathe?

Kate’s what’s wrong with me. Not because of anything she’d done, but shit, he took things too far. He rubbed the back of his neck, desperate to alleviate some kinks. Whenever she came in play he didn’t think straight. Earlier in the morning, he’d seen from a distance the way her coworker looked at her, like a puppy in love.

And Graham had experienced an emotion he’d always considered superfluous—jealousy. He could have more money than he knew what to do with and looks that had women turning their heads, but the geeky awkward receptionist was her age. And he didn’t even know her father—Aaron had a lot more advantages to date her than Graham.

Such sentiment had evoked a need in him to claim her. To prove to himself and to her she was his for the duration of her training. He’d gone to a sex shop and bought the egg since he couldn’t control his crazy pull toward her or change their situation, at least he could own her libido.

He marched to his console and grabbed the aged bottle of scotch. He poured himself a generous amount and gulped it down. The rich liquid burned down his throat, and he enjoyed the smoky aftertaste. His cell phone rang on his desk, and he glanced at the screen. Jacob.

He sighed. If he didn’t answer, his friend would find it strange. They usually chatted a couple of times a week, and he had managed to avoid him for days. Before he pondered too long, he grabbed the device and held it against his ear. “Hello.”

“Hi Graham. What have you been up to?”

You don’t want to know.With the heavy weight of guilt pushing his shoulders, Graham plopped down his chair. “Sorry man, I’ve been very busy.”

“I can imagine. How’s Kate doing?”

Graham cleared his throat. I’m a son of a bitch. He’d always been a son of a bitch but never to Jacob—and now he managed to screw the one relationship he shouldn’t have. His heart tightened like he put on a wetsuit two sizes too small. Should he tell him? No. If he told him to clear his conscience, he’d make things worse for Kate and betray her trust. What could Jacob gain by knowing, except more gray hairs and resentment? “She’s doing great. She’s settled in and everyone enjoys having her.”

“Good. I knew I could trust you when I asked you to give her a chance.”

“Listen, Jay—

“I mean it. I have no idea why she wants to go to Switzerland for an entire year. It’ll be hard to keep an eye on her over there, though I’m considering asking Marjorie to go visit her for a longer period of time,” Jacob said.

Graham detected a pang of condescendence in his voice and didn’t like any of it. “She’s an adult. I don’t think she needs her older sister to babysit her. You need to give her more credit,” he said. Maybe he sucked for using her free will to justify her choosing him. No. He shoved his fingers into his hair, finding no relief or distraction in running them through his hair.

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