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kitchen area. Glossy. Modern. Sleek. Expensive. My
shoes tap-tapped on the wood floor as I followed his lead through
the kitchen, through the cozy family room space then down a hall.
He opened the last door at the end and led me inside.
    The bedroom, like every other space in the
house I had seen, was gorgeous.
    “On the bed,” he ordered.
    I climbed up on the huge bed. I’d never seen
a bed so enormous. Its span was probably as big as my entire
bedroom. I could lay any direction, with my arms up over my head,
and not reach the ends of the mattress. But even more importantly,
it was soft. Luxurious. Heavenly. I could sleep for hours and hours
in this bed.
    I doubted I would get the chance to sleep in
it.
    Crawling on hands and knees, I made my way to
the center of the bed. He followed me, walking on his knees.
    “Undress me,” he demanded.
    My fingers were clumsy as I unfastened the
buttons of his shirt. But I kept going and tried not to get too
flustered or embarrassed. Once I had some of his skin exposed,
however, I forgot all about being embarrassed. His chest was
sculpted perfection. Smooth-skinned and muscular. I couldn’t help
tracing the line cutting down the center. I had never seen a man
this beautifully made up close before. More. I had to see more.
Once I ran out of skin, I went back to unbuttoning his shirt. His
abdomen was even more glorious. Deep lines cut across the plane of
his stomach. He was lean--not an ounce of fat--muscular
perfection.
    I pushed the shirt over his shoulders and
down his arms before shuffling around to pull it completely off.
His back was as beautiful as his front. I couldn’t help leaning
into him. The heat coming off his skin seeped into my body and
swirled round and round in my center. I slid my arms around his
waist from behind and licked his shoulder. Salty. I nibbled and he
groaned. The vibration echoed through me, making my nerves
jangle.
    My pussy pulsed.
    “Finish the job, Allison.”
    His pants were already unfastened, so all I
had to do was pull them down over his hips. He did the rest once
they hit his knees. And finally, I tugged down his underwear,
revealing the finest ass I had ever seen.
    He turned around. His thick cock was jutting
out, hard, ready to claim my innocence. I could hardly believe this
was happening, that soon I would be impaled by that thick rod. My
heart galloped, and a big lump congealed in my throat. I knew it
was going to hurt. I’d heard about it from friends. Searing pain. I
was scared…no, make that terrified.
    “Have you guessed why I insisted on verifying
you were a virgin?” he asked, as his gaze meandered over my naked
form.
    “No.”
    “Why do you suppose?” He caught my hands in
his fists and forced them behind my back. Then, tipping his head
down, he flicked his tongue over one of my hard little nipples. A
shiver quaked through my body as little blades of pleasure zinged
through me.
    My head fell back. I whimpered.
    “Is that your answer, Allison?”
    What was the question?
    “Why do you think,” he asked, “I would insist
on proof of your virginity?”
    I opened my mouth to respond, but no sound
came out but a little mewling cry.
    He pulled my aching nipple into his mouth and
suckled. Hard. His mouth was warm, moist. With every draw, pulses
of heat raced through me. Pleasure swirled round and round in my
belly.
    He nipped, sharp pain made me gasp. “Answer
me, Allison.”
    My brain was too foggy to think. “I don’t
know.”
    “You can do better than that.” He laved my
nipple with his tongue. Gentle. Ah, it felt so good.
    I let my head fall back and closed my eyes.
The pleasure was mounting, strengthening, intensifying. The tissues
between my legs were thrumming. I could feel my heartbeat down
there, pulsing as heat rushed to my pussy. “You want to be my
first.”
    “Why?”
    “Because it feels good?” I offered. “Or
because of the power.”
    “Power is good. And I love to witness the
response of an innocent when