Buying the Virgin

Chapter 87: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Three

MICHAEL

All she wants, right now, is for me to fuck her.

I withdraw, completely, then again, press inside, slowly, delving into her heat.

James sits beside her, looking down, fingering at a nipple, pulling and rolling and tweaking. Every so

often, she yelps and jerks as he pinches hard, her pussy clenching around me, and I want to simply let

go, shooting into her, while she screams under me.

Jeez… hang on to your control man… you’re not some fourteen-year-old….

I ram in hard, hilting myself inside her, then again, and again, loving the noises she makes; wailing, as I NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

fuck her hard, her pussy tightening around me with each thrust.

She spirals up towards climax, shuddering and shaking. I meet eyes with James, he tilting his head

slightly in signal.

All the time, pressing hard inside her, I hold her tightly around waist and shoulders, holding her to me,

and I roll, taking her with me, so we lie side by side.

Still working her inside with my cock, feeling her flesh heat and tremble around me, I present her to

him; her curvy ass, that perfect rear….

She knows what’s happening. As James lubes himself, and then her, I whisper. “Alright, Charlotte?

Both of us?”

Her breathing is heavy, rapid. She doesn’t speak, simply nodding, before I feel her holding her breath,

as James guides his cock into her, first testing her a little, once or twice, before gradually pressing

inside her ass. Her body freezes against mine, tensing; her only movement, her breathing and a shiver

at her hips, as he presses inwards. She quivers against my groin, tightening around my cock as James

works himself inside her, taking her ass.

I’d love to do that, fuck you there…. but I want to see your face, Baby.… When you Come, I want to

watch you Come….

Her heart pounds against me, banging through her chest to mine

Are you okay Babe? Really okay?

She is so wet, her moisture seeping down over my thighs, wetting my skin. She smells of lust and

sweat and sex, and of James, and me.

I want to fuck you until you scream, and lie with you in a puddle of sweat and cum and sensation….

James starts to move, thrusting slowly, gradually, and she rests between us as I match his rhythm. She

lies still, passive, simply taking us both within her.

All my worries, all my concerns, just vanish when I can bury myself in you, be consumed by you,

swallowed by you….

I start to thrust harder, my tempo increasing. James matches me, his eyes brushing with mine as we

mutually fuck/make love/shaft/love this woman that we share, that is so much a part of the both of us….

She lies between us, her moans synchronised with our movements, her body commanded by both of

us, her heart and soul ours….

She is gazing at me, wide-eyed as the day she first met me, when James had taken her virginity only a

day before. I reach to kiss her, awkwardly from our conjoined position, but our lips meet, and I

penetrate her mouth with my tongue, as my cock penetrates her warm, wet, welcoming cunt.

And now she is mine also…

This woman we both love…

And the Rush is coming...

The pressure begins, in the base of my shaft, balls tightening, migrating upwards to pressure my cock-

head, intensified in the rim and at the tip.

All my senses filled with her, I pump hard, extending/accelerating the glorious build-up of sensation, the

coming of the Rush

My hips locking, I spill into her…

Riding the adrenaline, heart drumming, vision blurring, I slam my first shot into her, flying high, firing

hard. My cock twitches another load into her. She’s screaming something, but I don’t hear what, as,

with a final shudder, I pull out, to fire over her belly.

She’s so close herself. As my vision clears, her head flings back, to rest by James’ face. He’s

controlling himself, hovering near, but his eyes slide sideways to watch her as, her beautiful eyes

screwed shut, mouth wailing open, she convulses, howling her orgasm between us. I’m still inside her,

and her cunt spasms around me and, I think triggers James, as with a groan, he drops his face to her

shoulder, grinding himself into her.

James grunts, juddering against her, pressing into her ass, before, with a gasp, breaking free, to lie on

his back staring upwards, sweating, breathing hard….

She’s not finished. Still riding the wave, she is all but collapsed against me, eyes closed, forehead

resting on my chest. She breathes shakily, occasionally jerking spasmodically and whimpering with the

after-burn of orgasm.

Holding her, supporting her, I withdraw my semi-flaccid cock, then lower her to the sheets, where she

lies, panting, as I bend to kiss her breasts, then her lips.

She wraps her hands around my neck, fingers sliding through my hair. “Thank you.” she murmurs.

James looks up at me briefly, then sideways to her, smiling. She returns his gaze as he, also with one

hand on a breast, kisses her lips.

We lie together, he to one side of her, I to the other, in an extended moment of quiet. I encircle her, and

she rests in my arms.

*****

ELIZABETH

I answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Beth. It’s James. Is Richard there?”

He sounds tired.

“Hello, James. No, I’m sorry, he’s not, but I’m expecting him soon. Can I pass on a message for you?”

“Um, no not really. It’s just that I’ve got the printouts with me for the projected costs on C-Site. I’m on

my way back from checking out some of the suppliers. Could I drop them off with you there on my way

back? It’s easier for me than going to the office tomorrow.”

“Yes of course. Are you alright? You sound done in.”

“Yes. It’s been a long couple of days. I’m rather tired.”

“Would you like to stop for dinner when you get here? You’ll feel better with a meal inside you.”

“That would be great, Beth. Thanks. I’ll be there in about an hour.”

I ask Ross to set an extra place for dinner. James is co-director with my husband Richard on his City

Renovation Project. They’ve both been working all hours. It’s no wonder he’s tired.

James arrives an hour or so later, looking washed out. I’m concerned about him. Normally vigorous and

active, he is clearly doing too much. Settling him into an armchair by the fire, I pour him a brandy,

rather a large one.

“Nice to see you, James. Are you well?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Just tired. There’s a lot going on.” He stretches out long legs, rubs the back of his neck.

“And Michael? Is he alright?”

James grins, looking more himself. “Michael is busy knocking down walls, rebuilding walls, replacing

roof struts, laying floors and generally fighting dragons on Charlotte’s behalf…. I’ve never seen him

happier.”

“This in this house you’re renovating between you? Up in the mountains?”

“That’s right.”

“I’d quite like to see it sometime.”

“You’d be more than welcome. Mainly Michael’s trying to get at least part of it fit to live in by the time

Charlotte gets back at Christmas. He wants to welcome her Home.” He rubs his nose, looking

sceptical. “Personally, I think we might all be living under canvas.”

“It’s that bad?”

He rocks his hand back and forth. “No, not really. The house itself is a shambles right now, but we can

always live in the hotel section for a while. It’s just that Michael’s trying to get that open as a Spa Hotel,

so it would be better if we can treat it as a building site, so the workmen can get on with the renovations

and upgrades there, and it can start actually earning some money….”

Richard arrives home, looking every bit as tired as James. I manoeuvre him into the opposite armchair

by the fire, pouring him a brandy too, topping up James’ while I’m at it…. At least Ross is cooking, so it

will be a good dinner. And Richard seems pleased to have some company for the evening. I sit with

them but try to retire into the background. I want to hear what they have to say.

“I’m glad you’re here, James,” says Richard. “How’s Charlotte? Have you spoken to her recently?”

“She’s fine, yes. We talk every day or so, and we called by her digs last week, Michael and I.”

“She’s doing alright at college? Working hard?”

“Working very hard. ’Driven’ I think is a better word. She doesn’t seem to have a social life at all,

judging by what her housemates were saying. She has some extra exams in a couple of weeks; with

her having changed course from last year, there’s catch-up work to level her up with the other

Engineering students. So far as we can see, she does little but work and sleep.”

“Well, I’m sure that she’ll enjoy herself when she’s back with you at the end of the semester.”

James sucks in his cheeks, saying nothing, but there is a gleam of humour in his eye.

“Um, James,” says Richard, with a touch of hesitation. “There is something I wanted to discuss with

you, about Charlotte.”

“Oh?”

“It’s to do with that home she was in, Blessingmoors.”