Virgins for sale

chapter 16

"You deserve more than I've given you," I whisper with tears clouding my vision.

"What are you talking about?" he says against the curve of my neck, his arms still wrapped tightly around me.

"I could never hope to repay you for everything you've done. You've given me the life I've always wanted, but..."

"But?" Disapproval fills his voice. "You know they say that anything that comes before the word but doesn't count."

I let out a strangled laugh. "But I would ask more of you?"

He snorts. "More? What more could I possibly give? You practically have my balls in a box."

I turn in his lap to face him, stifling a giggle. He's not lying. He may have paid money for me, but I feel like I own him. He's always there for me, providing for me and making sure all my needs are met. I am...greedy.

I take his face in my hands, showing him that I'm sincere. "I want to marry you."

"Did you forget about the ring I bought you?" His eyes shoot to the side. The diamond is so big, he can probably see it. "If I threw you into the ocean, I guarantee you'd sink."

I squeeze his cheeks, causing him to have fish lips. "You're a brat."

"Says the one demanding so much." He pulls out of my grasp and gives my hip a gentle slap. "What do you really want?"

"I told you." My eyes dance over his face. "I want to marry you. You gave me a ring, but we never set a date. You've rushed everything for us thus far, but you seem to forget that marriage comes before baby."

"Does it?" He smirks.

"Yes." I nod. "I don't want to get pregnant before we're wed."

"Then I'll take you to the justice of the peace tomorrow."

He leans in to kiss me, but I stop him. "No."

"No?" Gavin quirks his head back.

"I want a real wedding," I insist.

He rolls his eyes but still smiles. "Of course, you do. With the big frilly white dress and a horse and carriage and ice swans."

"Ice swans," I parrot, envisioning it. "I hadn't thought of that."

"Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut." He chuckles.

"Maybe you should have." I rest my forehead against his, sighing happily—so in love.

"You know that if you want this big expensive, lavish wedding, then you're going to have to earn it." His voice takes on a mischievous lilt, and his hand falls to my ass, sliding under it and giving it a forceful squeeze.

"Oh am I?" I muse, unable to stop the grin spreading across my lips. The rising bulge beneath me tells me exactly what he wants.

"Really." He nods. "So show me how much this dream wedding is worth to you."

GAVIN

This girl. Is there anything I wouldn't give her? I think not, at this point.

When all this began—when I first contacted VirginsforSale.com—it was supposed to be all about me. I wanted to be a selfish prick who ruled and dominated his woman. Yet here I am now, putty in the hands of my angel.

"You work for that wedding," I tell her, giving her butt a hard slap to get her moving.

"You're so demanding," she purrs, wiggling on my lap, her soft ass molding around my erection.

"Two birds of a feather." We're so alike that it's scary sometimes. Both demanding, neither wanting to budge. Though, I'm the one who always ends up caving in the end.

She takes my face in her hands, giving me a seductive look. "That's why we fuck together."

"Be a good girl for Daddy," I growl against her lips before engaging her in a kiss.

"You mean a bad girl." Althea pushes herself off of my lap, falling onto her back.

She tucks a hand into her pink and white striped underwear, making a soft circle with her fingertips over her mound. I must have bought her at least twenty pairs of lacy panties, but she almost always wears the cotton ones instead, saving the lace for nights when I take her out. I feel like she makes it a reward for letting her out of her cage. She says the cotton is more comfortable, that lace isn't very practical. I don't really mind. The cotton underwear makes her look more innocent anyway.

Althea writhes on the bed, tugging at her underwear, then pulling up her shirt until I can see the underswell of her small breasts, showing me everything but her nipples, which I know must be starting to perk.

I want to put my hands on her, but I know better. This is a show she's putting on. A show just for me, to get me riled up. It's worked. As I watch her slide a hand back down between her legs and rub her fingers over her folds, my cock grows rock hard. I chew my bottom lip, feeling pressure in my stomach. The beast inside of me is awakening. Most of the time, I take her forcefully. She seems to prefer that to lovemaking. So do I. When I don't have to think about being soft and slow. When I just fuck.