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me,
building in intensity, growing in strength. Before I knew it, I was
moaning and whimpering around a mouth full of cock, on the verge of
orgasm. My body was tight all over. Hot. Trembling.
    Just one more stroke.
    “No!” Suddenly he jerked my head back,
forcing me to look up at him. “I said you may not come until I tell
you.”
    I shuddered. My release was so close I could
feel it in every cell in my body. In my fingers and toes and
everywhere in between. I cried out as he pulled me up onto the seat
by my pigtails, but not because it hurt. I wanted to come so badly
I hurt.
    “Please,” I begged.
    “Not yet.” He smiled as he dragged his hand
across my face, smearing the drool that had come from my mouth over
my cheek. “You learn quickly, princess. I’m glad of that.”
    I was too.
    “Now, take off your clothes. I want to see
you.”
    I glanced out the window. We were still
driving, on some freeway somewhere. Cars flanked both sides of the
limo. Could they see me? Probably not.
    “I said, take off your clothes.” His voice
was sharp. “Or I’ll rip them off you.”
    Rip them off? I kind of liked the sound of
that. But because I was a little flustered and unsure after what
we’d already done, I undressed myself. The shirt was first. His
eyes were glued to my chest as I unfastened each button, revealing
a little more skin. When I shrugged out of it, I shivered slightly,
both hot and cold from his smoldering look. If there was one word
to describe this man it was intense. He looked intense. He acted
intense. He was intense. And that thrilled me.
    What thrilled me more, however, was the lust
I saw in his eyes. There I was, without a shirt, in broad daylight.
He could see the swell of my belly, the thickness of my arms. But
he looked genuinely appreciative, admiring me as if I were a
goddess.
    I removed my skirt next, unzipping it and
lifting my hips off the seat to push it down over my thighs. Now he
could see my full hips, my thighs—thicker than I wished. The curve
of my ass. He licked his lips, as if he was looking upon a
feast.
    Me? I was so delectable he was salivating? No
way!
    “More. Take everything off,” he demanded.
    I reached around my back to unfasten my bra.
As the back hook sprung open, the cups fell down, the straps
sliding over my shoulders. My nipples were hard little points,
jutting out to him, silently begging for his touch.
    “Panties,” he said, sounding breathless.
    Breathless myself, I set my bra on the seat,
along with my shirt and skirt.
    Feet anchored on the floor, I lifted my hips
up and pushed my panties down over my thighs. They slid over my
calves and landed on the floor.
    Now I was nude. In front of a strange man, a
strange, rich, powerful man…who was paying for my virginity. I was
naked. Nervous. Exhilarated.
    Completely at his mercy.
    What would he do next?

Chapter 4
     
    “Open your legs, Allison. Open them now. I
want to see what’s mine.”
    His? I was his ?
    Oh my God.
    My body was his. Even the parts down
there .
    Especially the parts down there.
    The authority in his voice was so sexy. This
was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Sure, I was a
virgin…who hadn’t ever sucked cock…or done a lot of other stuff
before. But I had made out with my share of boys.
    Boys. That was what they were.
    Mr. Sharpe was no boy. He was a man .
Strong. Domineering. Powerful. There was most definitely a
difference.
    “Allison.”
    I turned sideways so my body was angled
toward him and leaned back, knees bent, feet resting on the
seat.
    His gaze was so hot it scalded my skin. “You
heard me.”
    I nodded.
    He grabbed my wrist, fingers clamped tightly
around it like a cuff. “On your knees. Lay over my lap.”
    Shocked by the sharpness in his voice, I slid
to the floor then rested my upper body on his thighs.
    What was he going to do? Spank me like a
naughty child?
    His hand caressed my naked ass. “Silence.” I
heard the sharp smack of his hand striking my ass