Buying the Virgin

Chapter 103: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Nineteen

MICHAEL

“... I’m not fooled by your apparent surrender.…”

“You threatened to carry me out over your shoulder….”

I ignore the comment. “I think about some of the things you’ve seen and experienced; the very worst of

human nature. And you’ve come through it, for the most part unscathed. But I know it’s marked you.

You have nightmares sometimes, and I see your reactions when you are asked questions about your

past. And I know you scare, but you don’t let being scared stop you. You’ve got a core of solid rock….”

She is utterly silent, watching me, wide-eyed….

“…. But then, I compare you to the Charlotte I saw just now, making paper birds. And the Charlotte I

first met, that day when James had bought you only the previous day. And you had that look, the same

one you’ve got now. James had taken your virginity the day before. You behaved like a young girl who

had just surrendered her virginity…. I wasn’t there, so I don’t know exactly how it went with the two of

you, but he was satisfied that you were the genuine article, that he was your first man; that you

behaved like a girl who’d not been naked with a man before, especially an older man…”

“Don’t you believe me?” she whispers. “After all this time, you think I was lying?”

“No, I don’t think that. Because I met you the very next day, and you were…. so sweet.…” I shake my

head. “I’m having trouble matching up Charlotte-the-Almost-a-Virgin that I first met with the Charlotte-

Been-Through-Hell that I only learned of much later. I can’t connect the two. You must have seen

assault and rape of all kinds when you were trapped in Blessingmoors, and yet, so far as I can see,

when James.... took you…. you behaved like an innocent.”

She shrugs, then stares at the ground. “Assault, beating… yes, I saw plenty of that. I was on the

receiving end of some of it. Rape? No, actually, I didn’t. As the kids began to grow up, they took them

away ….” She pauses, apparently thinking. “I’d never thought about it until you just put it that way….

but, yes, sometimes the staff would feel up some of the children, especially as the girls got older, but it

was never actual rape.……Perhaps there was an instruction on the staff? Not to touch them? Virgins

bring a higher price don’t they…?”

My stomach churns. How does she live with it? Her past?

She continues. “…and as for ‘sweet’…” She beams a smile like a ray of sunshine…. “I’m glad you

thought I was sweet. With everything that’s happened, it brought the three of us together.” Her eyes are

shining as she looks at me.

Oh, God…. When you look at me like that….

“How do you feel about an early night?”

She throws her ‘vamp eyes’ at me. “I’d love an early night…”

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Even with the fire burning, the bedroom is not actually cosy, but the heat of the stove percolates

through the walls from the kitchen, so it’s not bad. And there’s plenty of blankets on the bed.

“Get under the covers, quickly. Don’t get cold.” I say. She peels off her clothes with fast, economic

moves and slips between the sheets, then, lying back on the pillow, framed by her long, red hair and

one arm curved gracefully back over her head, watches me undress. Just seeing her do that gets me

going, my cock twitching to life as our eyes meet. As I unzip and step out of my jeans, she grins

broadly when she sees I am already erect for her.

I just want to push that in your mouth, Babe….

And you know it, don’t you…?

As I step towards the bed, she opens her mouth, inviting me.

And how do I say no to that?

She teases me, offering her mouth, but not taking me in. Instead, she swipes her tongue over my cock-

head, lapping away pre-cum, licking her lips and making a show of enjoying it. My breath shudders and

my balls tighten, so I stare at the ceiling for a moment, reining myself in. When I look down again, she’s

still looking up at me, all big eyes and that little-girl-lost look she uses when she wants something, or

when she’s trying to pull the wool over my eyes.

But, when she’s got her mouth around my cock, it’s hard to resist….

She slides a hand under my balls, massaging and working them, pressing on the root of my shaft. And

her mouth works up from the base, lapping and licking, working the ridge of the head, before she takes

me inside, sucking gently, working the shaft with her hands.

I could just blow off right into her mouth right now, cover her tongue and watch her swallow, spray her

face and tits with the last of it….

But I want to watch you come first, Babe….

I start to pull away. I want to work her, but she resists, mischief in her eyes as she grips my balls,

holding me to the spot. I prise her fingers off me, and she giggles. “Straddle me,” I say.

I lie down, and she swings a leg over me. “No, not like that. Over my face, and turn around.”

She gets it, swinging around, crouching over me on all fours, presenting me with her thighs and pussy

whilst, once more, wrapping her lips around my shaft

Her pussy, warm and wet, and so close to me, smells deliciously of her arousal. I love the scent of her

anyway, and here, poised just above my lips, I have her pink, wet slit to enjoy, swelling and opening

almost as I watch.

I ‘Aaahhhh’ hot breath across her pussy and lips, and she twitches, the movement transmitting through

her legs, where her thighs straddle my head.

It’s not easy to move under her, so instead, I grab her ass in both hands, rocking her back and forth a

little, just enough that my tongue can sweep both her pussy and clit in a stroke, and she wriggles and

squirms, beginning to whimper.

And I love the noises she’s making.

Parting her pussy lips with fingers, I spread her wide, opening and stretching her entrance. Planting my

mouth over her, I swipe inside her with my tongue, her juices running down hot, as she shudders and

trembles over me. Her salty, lemony-tasting, cunt pulses in my mouth, and as I release a hand to work

her clit, the heat of her washes over my face and the still-growing pungency of her arousal fills my

nostrils.

She is no longer sucking me. Instead, her head lies over my groin, her breath fluttering hot over my

thighs and balls as her whole body shivers and vibrates. Her torso and breasts pressed against me, her

heartbeat resonates through me.

She’s very liquid now, and her whimpering turns to moaning. I lick circles through her cunt, and she

spasms and jerks, her muscles trying to clench around me….

Oh God, Baby. I’m looking forward to getting my cock in here….

She’s close to coming. The tension is building in her; just a little more….

Dipping fingers into her streaming cunt, coating them with her honey, I reach up and around her, easing

one into her ass, circling inside the muscle as I do so.

She wails, and her entire body tenses, her breathing rapid and short, her heart hammering through me.

She pauses for a long second and then her cunt goes into spasm above me. I plunge in my tongue, as

deeply as I can, while she screams and howls, and her flesh pulsates around me. Pussy juices gush

into my mouth, and her thighs, hard with tension, stretch and strain around me as she rides her

orgasm.

As the moment passes, I push her upwards, rolling her from me, turning to prise her knees apart, get

between her thighs, and fill her with my erection. As I plunge in, she is still trembling in the aftermath of

orgasm, and she wails as I penetrate, spearing her.

Swinging her hips up, she wraps her legs around me, allowing me deeper entry. She takes me all the

way in and I hilt myself, full length inside her. She’s slick and ready, and fucking her is just pure

pleasure as she howls my name. Clutching at my shoulders with one hand, she locks the other into my

hair, rocking her body to match my thrusting, meeting me, our bodies colliding.

As my climax comes close, I seize her by the hips, pulling her hard to me. In the final moment, I press

my face into her shoulder, spurting my load into her in a violent orgasm that wracks my body, leaving

me shaking and panting.

I flop down onto her, my heart pounding. Kissing the side of my face, she strokes my hair, wiping away

the sweat dripping from my forehead.

Gathering myself together again, pulling my weight up onto my elbows and looking down, she lies there

in a tumble of wild hair, her face also running with perspiration, flushed with heat, her mascara

beginning to run.

She looks amazing. She looks up at me, smiling and tracing the line of my face with a finger.

…. I know what she’s going to say….

“My Golden Lover.…” she murmurs.

“Any time you want me…” I reply.