Cherry Popper Read online Victoria Quinn (Cherry #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Cherry Series by Victoria Quinn
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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Her lips were unresponsive at first, probably because of the taste of my mouth. Maybe she’d never tasted herself before and it took a moment to ignore. Her mouth started to move with mine, and she panted as I fingered her, prepared her for the real thing. Her hands gripped my shoulders as she braced herself for what would happen next.

I was much more generous this time around because I didn’t want her to ditch me again. So I showed her how good sex could really be—even without intercourse. I kissed her and fingered her for a while as I got her as hot as possible. More arousal flooded her entrance, and she started to rock back into my palm.

I was so fucking hard.

We hadn’t even gotten to the fun part yet.

I pulled my finger out of her slit and ended the kiss. Now I couldn’t wait to push through her tightness and pop that cherry. I couldn’t wait to feel that incredibly tight pussy, to watch her work to take me. I hoped she would cry, because that was the perfect thing to come to. I grabbed my dick and pressed my head against her small entrance. Her lower lips were uncooperative, so I would have to sink slowly until I could get her to stretch for me. She was smaller than usual, so it would take some time.

But I was a patient man.

I slowly pushed inside her, waiting several seconds before I could even get my head past her lips.

She gripped my arms and breathed hard as she allowed me to enter her. Her eyes were locked to mine and full of distress. She’d been aroused just seconds ago, but now her body was tightening everywhere.

“Stay with me, sweetheart.” Once I was fully inside her, there was no going back. I would hold her down until I finished if I had to.

“I can’t…this doesn’t feel right.”

“I’ll make you come. I promise.”

“No…” She pressed her hands against my chest. “Get off.”

I stayed put, wanting to disobey her and do it anyway. No one would hear her screams, and she couldn’t fight me off.

But I never wanted to be that guy. It was one thing to pay for pussy—another to take it without consent. “Fuck.” I moved off her, my dick so hard it actually ached. I lay on my back and dragged my hands down my face, trying to bottle my frustration as best as I could.

She left the room and grabbed her clothes from the dining table.

I lay there, blowing smoke out of my nostrils while my hard cock continued to throb against my stomach. He was so hard, and the only way he would stop being hard was if he had an orgasm. It’d been two weeks since the last one.

Instead of storming out right away, she stood in the doorway and stared at me. “I’m sorry.”

I stared at the ceiling and ignored her. I was too pissed off to talk. She’d teased me again, and an apology wouldn’t make up for it. It drove me crazy every time I imagined finally fucking her, and she took that dream away over and over. I’d even doubled my offer for the opportunity, but she still wouldn’t give it up. “Leave.” I didn’t raise my voice or project an angry tone. I just wanted her out of my sight—so I could beat off in peace.

But she continued to linger, unsure how to absolve her guilt.

I refused to make her feel better by telling her it was okay. It wasn’t okay at all.

She set her purse down on the dining table then removed her dress again.

Now I turned still, even my breathing stopped. Maybe she’d changed her mind. Maybe this would happen after all.

Her knees hit the mattress, and she moved on top of me, beautifully naked and smooth. She arched her back in the sexiest way, bending like a cat, and she stuck her ass in the air as she brought her face to my dick. She wrapped her hand around the base then pointed my shaft at her mouth. Then she deep-throated me.

I closed my eyes when I felt her wetness and her warmth. It wasn’t a pussy, but it was still damn good. Her tongue was flat, and her mouth was wide open with perfect form. I’d had my dick sucked a lot in life, and I knew a good blow job from a bad blow job in the first ten seconds.

This was a good one.

Her hair was all over the place as she bent her neck to take me over and over again. She pushed me deep before she pulled me out again, a line of saliva stretching from the head of my cock to the corner of her mouth. She swiped it away with her tongue then kept going, using her hand to jerk me off at the same time.


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