Virgin for the Night (For The Night #2) by C.J. Fallowfield Page A

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he’d changed me forever.
    ‘Your Champagne,’ he smiled,
kissing me again as he handed it to me. I enjoyed sipping it as I watched his
sexy backside moving away. It wasn’t long before he called me to the dining
table, poured me more Champagne, which was already going to my head, and served
up a three course meal of blue cheese, pear, walnut and avocado salad,
following by an asparagus and broad bean risotto, then a delicious fig and
honey tart with cinnamon ice cream.
    ‘Did you buy this all in?’ I
asked as I licked my lips, feeling a whole lot better for eating.
    ‘No,’ he responded looking
slightly affronted. ‘I prepared it all this afternoon.’
    ‘You’re very good at cooking, as
well as your job.’
    ‘Thank you, would you like
anything else to eat?’ he responded. The look on his face told me that I shouldn’t
be talking about this being a “job” so I simply shook my head. ‘Go and have a
seat and we can relax for a while until the food has gone down.’
    ‘Thanks,’ I gave him a smile and
padded back to the lounge, then looked back at him stunned when I heard my
favourite classical singer in the background on low, as he stood with the
remote to the music system in his hand and winked at me. He wasn’t good at his
job, he was amazing. How did he know these things? Damn him being a
bloody escort. He’d be absolutely perfect boyfriend material, I think even Dad
would approve, assuming he knew nothing about his choice of career and how we’d
met. He’d kill both of us.
     

     

Exploration

    Logan
    I looked over at her, tucked up in the corner of the sofa,
with a freshly fucked look about her. She looked so young and pure and I hated
that she’d had to resort to paying a man to take her virginity. I tried
desperately to focus on anything but how badly I wanted to throw her down on
the rug in front of the fire and fuck her hard and fast and show her how
passionate sex could be as well. I grabbed another water and went to sit next
to her, stretching my arm across the sofa behind her, circling my fingertips on
her arm. She blushed and let out a nervous giggle and looked down at her glass.
She was quite simply adorable.
    ‘How are you feeling?’
    ‘A little sore, but … on a bit of
a high.’
    ‘Hmmm. We may need to give you a
little while before we do that again.’
    ‘We’re doing it again?’ she
gasped as she looked back up at me.
    ‘We are,’ I nodded.
    ‘You can do that more than once a
night?’ she asked all innocently.
    ‘Yes,’ I chuckled. ‘You’d be
amazed how many times a night I can do that.’
    ‘Wow,’ she whispered and her eyes
flicked down to my spread thighs and looked at my fresh erection encased in my
black briefs.
    ‘Have you never seen a bare erect
cock before?’
    ‘No,’ she gulped.
    ‘Would you like to now?’
    ‘I guess,’ she shrugged. ‘I did
come to learn after all.’
    ‘You did,’ I laughed. ‘Ok, take
it out and I’ll show you how to give a hand job and all the places a guy likes
you to touch and lick and suck, if you feel up to that too?’ She bit her lip
and nodded. This was turning into the best booking ever. Not only had I got to
sleep with her, now I was going to be paid some proper attention for once. The
idea of running “Introduction to hand and blow job classes” came to mind but
was quickly forgotten as she put her glass down and wiped her palms on my shirt
she was wearing. I could see the swell of her breasts through the gap she’d
left at the top and took a deep breath as my cock surged. She giggled and
reached out her hand to trail a finger down it, giggling again as it flexed and
I bit my lip. I quickly lifted my hips and yanked my boxers down, kicking them
away and letting it spring free as I sat naked in front of her. I smiled as I
heard her gasp and her eyes roved hungrily over my obliques and cock. I worked
damn hard to stay in such good shape and it certainly didn’t bruise my ego when
women appreciated