Buying the Virgin

Chapter 132: The Girl Who Was Hunted - Chapter Forty-Eight

CHARLOTTE

It is very late at night, almost early in the morning. The light is eerie, just the glow of dials and displays on medical equipment. The only noise is the hum of air-con.

Michael spooned behind me, he and I sharing the single bed beside my Master, as, unable to sleep myself, I watch him sleep.

I had thought Michael was sleeping too, but he moves, lifting my hair away with one hand, to kiss the nape of my neck. The other hand sweeps the curve of my waist and hip.

“How are you feeling now?” he murmurs.

I turn to face him. “Much better, thanks. I’m…. I’m sorry I’ve been so awful the last few days. I didn’t know what to do, how to cope.”

He kisses me again, softly on the lips. “Sorry? For being upset when the man you love, is hovering between life and death? I don’t think so.”

“And what about the other man I love?”

He smiles, moving to wrap his arms around me. “You want to make love?”

“Mmm…. Yes.”

Hands around my shoulders and waist, he pulls me in close, his mouth open over mine. My Golden Angel is feeling lusty, and already his erection presses against my belly.

But now, with my Master, if not well, at least on the mend, my libido surges. Desire for my Golden Lover blooms warm; curling and winding

“Ahh…. that’s better. That’s

and nuzzling. “You smell wonderful,” he says. “It’s good to see you smiling again.” His hand skims my waist, wanders up to a breast, which, stooping, he cups to his face. The nipple between his lips, his mouth is warm over my skin. And now,

body against his, I fling my head back, then looking sideways, see that my Master has woken, and is watching us calmly. A smile plays across his lips. In the

“Master? Do you want….?”

up to it right now.” he smiles. “But don’t let me stop

“Kneel up.” he murmurs. “Face him.”

His hands, flat-palmed, press against the slight curve of my belly, smoothing over my waist and hip, sliding up

further, inviting the fingers more deeply in. Michael reaches inwardly, scissoring between my labia, opening me up. “I want you good and wet,” he says, loudly enough to be heard, and my

small gasps, electricity jabbing through to my sex. I’m sensitising now, growing moist and

grip, one hand swinging around my waist, pulling me tight, the other coming in from behind me, to push into my slick pussy. “Play with your tits.” he

as I dip into the water jug by the side of the bed, wetting the pads of my fingers to tweak my nipples hard. They crinkle to tight nubs, and I raise my arms skywards

able to watch me come. Flushed and sweating, I drop a hand to my clit, then use the other to stretch my lips apart, opening myself fully. Rubbing and working the tip of

pussy tenses, coils and trembles. Streaming hot inside my thighs, my sex shudders and quivers as my climax builds. Watching me, mesmerised, my Master follows my every move until, suppressing my urge to scream, I

but Michael supports me as orgasm wracks me. “Shhh….” I can hear

“Master, um…. are

I don’t think

work Master if you want

“I’d like that….”

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