Virgin's Folly: Seduced, Ravaged, and Pregnant (Breeding Erotica) Read online

  When I got to the long refreshments table, I wrinkled my nose. The cheeses and chips were almost totally demolished, leaving nothing but a heap of untouched vegetables.

  I grabbed a few sad cucumbers and a can of iced tea and headed for a quieter corner in the house. Wandering down the hall, munching my snack, I realized how insanely huge the house was.

  It took nearly ten minutes to go all the way to the other end, winding past empty sitting rooms and walk-in storage closets.

  The music became a dull thud by the time I got into the library. It was usually dark, but tonight, there was a soft amber glow coming from the desk.

  He sat beneath a huge ram's head mounted on the wall. Mr. Langern had a thick volume cracked open, a small half-globe of brandy at his side.

  I meant to feed my eyes on his beauty and then slip away undetected. But I just had to step onto the wooden floor's only squeaky spot.

  Mr. Langern spun around, a large smile plastered on his face. Nothing about his posture said I'd startled him.

  Quite the opposite – it looked like he'd been expecting me.

  “Little Kaylee! What a pleasant surprise.”

  “I'm really sorry to bother you, sir. Holly's tied up right now and I wanted to go for a walk. You have such a beautiful home...”

  Shit. Is that the best you can do?

  I nearly choked on my feeble words. I'd never been good at small talk, and even worse when confronted with my dearest crush.

  He stood, walking toward me with a slow, steady gait. The neat trousers hung off his hips, accenting every lean angle on his powerful body.

  My eyes flicked to his center and then went lower. For a second, I swore I saw a large bulge beneath the seams, but he was on me before I had a chance to get a better look.

  “What's the matter, little girl? The party's not to your liking?”

  “No, it isn't that.” I blushed.

  Something snapped deep inside my brain. For once, the urge to be honest became overpowering.

  “Okay, maybe a little.” Slowly, I met his eyes and instantly wanted to look away.

  But I couldn't. They glimmered were like gems sparkling with exquisite fire, magnetic flames that said, You are mine.

  “You've always been a little more mature than my Holly,” he began, pacing around me the same way a shark encircles its prey. “It bodes well for you next year, Kaylee. Let the other girls have their boys and smoke up. You'll be graduating with honors.”

  Trying to keep calm, I slipped. A much louder giggle than anything I expected burst out of my mouth, beating me back into embarrassed quiet as it bounced off the high ceilings.

  “It's okay to laugh, Kaylee. I'm told it's good for the soul.” He stopped in front of me, eyes oozing more lust than ever. “Would you be interested in some polite criticism from an adult?”

  “Uh, sure. I think I can handle more of that...”

  “You're a very shy girl. Don't get me wrong – it's sweet, disarming, and painfully tempting for an older man.”

  He paused. Cherry red heat exploded on my cheeks and bellow my belly, spreading into every kind of fire.

  Wet flames, dry flames, sky high flames promising to light up every nerve in my body on a towering pyre.

  “But you really need to put yourself out there, my dear. Take life by the throat!” His hand swung out into the open air, startling me with another of his many talents. I never knew he was into the martial arts too.

  “Do something just for you, Kaylee. Just one time. Show the idiots who count you out how wrong they are. Drink a little, dance a lot, and fuck until sunup. That's the way you should be living your life while you're young, no matter how hard you're working.”

  His words sent huge thunderheads of emotion crashing through me. I couldn't deny his criticisms.

  They were spot on. Trouble is, they were also incredibly insulting.

  I tapped my foot angrily. “I'm a little more adventurous than you think, Mr. Langern.”

  “I'm not afraid to correct myself,” he said, his tone warming to crisp pleasantry. “But if that's true, then what are you doing here, Kaylee? Why aren't you downstairs dancing with the others?”

  My lips twitched. He'd really gotten under my skin.

  And – perversely! – I wanted him more than ever. I was a second away from flinging myself at him and raking my fingernails across his beautiful back.

  But the energy inside me fired. I did a rapid about face, turning and walking to escape this unexpected inquisition.

  Fine. I'll go downstairs and prove you wrong, Mr. Langern. Dead wrong. I'll dance and fuck the night away with whoever I can find...

  I got three paces when his hand grabbed for my wrist. In one jerk, he twisted me back toward him like a boomerang formed from soft curves, straight into his embrace.

  “Wait. I know that bass filled crap in the basement doesn't appeal to you. Neither do those awkward little boys. You'll dance tonight, Kaylee Hughes, but you'll do it strictly on my terms. Don't you want a dance to remember with a real man?”

  I opened my mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come. Seconds ticked by and my muscles relaxed, sending me deeper into his chest.

  Mr. Langern leaned to punch the button on the long remote sitting on a small table. His peaceful study was flooded with music.

  Wild notes swarmed around us, piping woodwinds and squealing violins. I should've known. Just like everything else, his taste in music was traditional, powerful, and disarmingly sensual.

  “Follow my lead. This is what I call a modern waltz,” he said.

  When we reached the empty space in the center of the room, lined by bookshelves soaring to the ceiling, he spun me around. Still dazed by what was happening, my knees buckled and I yelped.

  But Mr. Langern didn't let me fall. He whipped me back against his rock hard chest. My lips fell against his neck.

  For two seconds, they pressed flat in his flesh, close enough to inhale and taste. Happy notes whirled around us, and he kept moving, drawing me deeper into his world.

  What the hell are you doing?

  My bearings returned. I snapped away from him, as far as he'd let me go, mumbling an apology.

  “Nonsense. You really dance beautifully, Kaylee. Almost as well as that dress compliments your figure. I like to watch my feminine bells spin like chimes, bobbing and ringing so I can know their sweetness.”

  He moistened his lips and yanked me into him again. This time, Mr. Langern's stiff palm stretched on the small of my back, pressing me snug by the spine.

  His hips lurched forward. We moved more gently – at least on the surface – rocking in place as shrill violins launched into a crescendo.

  The music became as erratic as my heartbeat. It was like a volcano erupting from the inside out, and only partly in my ears. The rest was firing deeper, down below, soaking me with slick heat.

  I whimpered, shame and desire rushing into me so swiftly I worried I'd pass out.

  Mr. Langern saw his opportunity and seized it. His free hand corkscrewed up my thigh, starting at the knee and going all the way up to the hem of my panties.

  My legs parted instantly. Wetness gushed everywhere.

  Saliva, sweat, and honey sweet cream flooded my softest places. Tenuous doubts still pounded in my head, but my body had already made its decision without me.

  That bulge in his trousers went straight for my core. His massive erection ground against me, straight through our clothing, hard and aimed directly at my clit.

  Electric blood shot through my veins. Before I knew what was happening, I clasped him tighter, grunting like an animal in heat.

  I stood on my tip toes and leaned up to him. Mr. Langern met me just an inch from his face.

  His lips hit mine, volcanic stone. My first true kiss sent his fire deep, lighting up my nerves like a Christmas tree, making me glow for him.

  And he wasn't satisfied with just my lips. Mr. Langern's firm mouth opened, releasing his hungry tongue. He licked me al
l the way across my lips, a carnivore's lap that forced me to imagine how it would feel between my thighs.

  I moaned into his mouth, slipping open for him. His fingers rode up my leg as his tongue explored the softness past my teeth, invading me with his slick fire.

  He cupped my simmering mound through my panties and squeezed. I nearly lost it, groaning and melting in his arms, greedily surrendering my breath to his pulsing lips.

  Oh, Mr. Langern. Oh, oh, oh!

  What the hell kind of dance is this? The naked, hypnotic, grinding, and wet kind?

  Lightning surged, hitting me all at once. My lungs sucked air, a last desperate attempt to keep me from fainting. For a second, my vision folded and I blacked out.

  When everything cleared again, I was only inches from the floor. Mr. Langern had followed me down and held me across one knee, gently stroking the taut young thigh he'd seized before.

  “I was wrong after all, little Kaylee. You're not just a good dancer – you're a fucking incredible one.” He smiled, pausing to lick his happy lips. “And when I find someone who can keep up with me, I don't let go. I always finish my dance, even if we end up far from the floor and cast off our clothes.

  “Come, we're going to finish it. We can't stop now! Not when my hands are screaming to discover what you're hiding underneath that silky thing.”

  I couldn't say no. I couldn't say yes.

  All I could do was nod, frozen by lust, smiling shyly and feeling fiery blood kiss my cheeks as Mr. Langern carried me across the hall and into a nearby guestroom.

  II: A Virgin's Last Dance

  I didn't move until I felt myself sinking into a soft mattress. Mr. Langern pinned my arms, spreading me wide beneath his bulk, occupying the space between my legs.

  “I haven't had a virgin for years. Not since I was around your age, little Kaylee. It's easy for a grown man to forget how much fun it is to release a woman's carnal appetites for the first time.”

  “Please be gentle, Mr. Langern,” I whispered. “I've never been with anyone before. And I never expected my first to be you..”

  “Gentle?” His hands snaked up my chest, stopping at my breasts. His palms flattened against my nipples and his fingers squeezed. Hard.

  “No, Kaylee. You think good sex happens while you're crying, listening to the raindrops patter on the windows?”

  His right hand opened and closed just as quickly again. The hook motion caught my nipple, shocking me with his addictive energy, all the way to my bones.

  Mr. Langern's face twisted. The smile he wore had gone beyond confidence, straight into the sharp grin of an eager instructor who relished conditioning his pupils.

  “I...I don't know. Oh!” He pinched my nipple again, flicking the very tip when he was done.

  “Bullshit. I think you know all about what to expect. And I think you want to give me exactly what I desire, my sweet young student, no matter how scary it seems at first.”

  I didn't have an answer. And even if I had, the time for talk was past.

  He fell upon me, tearing down both straps of my dress, stamping his searing kisses into my neck. I squirmed beneath him, panting the entire time.

  All the oxygen in the world couldn't stave off the harsh tremors spiking through my flesh. I lifted into him.

  Big mistake! When I felt his bulge against my crotch, I lost my mind.

  Mischievous hands wound behind my back, skilled and searching. My bra unhooked and fell to the side.

  The inferno in his eyes went from amber to orange-white. Then there was nothing but pink as my hard nubs filled his pupils.

  Mr. Langern lowered his face and surrounded my right bud with those devouring lips. I screamed.

  The bellow caused my ears to open up, and I heard the distant thump-thump-thump of techno in some far off corner of the house.

  How distant Holly and her party had become frightened me. Right now, I was in another world, alone with my best friend's father in a place so new and mysterious it threatened to swallow me whole.

  Goosebumps bubbled up on my skin, as if I couldn't hold all his heat, all his tension. My sex constricted and pulsed deep inside me, all the way to my womb.

  Just let go and fuck him. This is what you wanted, isn't it?

  “Yes! Yes, Mr. Langern,” I moaned. My voice sounded far and tinny, a meager cry as he flicked, sucked, and nipped at my breasts.

  His opposite hand rose and tightened brutally on my uncovered breast. Pinching his teeth and fingers at the same time, I pushed up toward him. Something inside me wanted to escape the bright pleasure storming through me.

  But Mr. Langern wouldn't let me. His muscular bulk held me down the entire time, putting me in bondage with his powerful body.

  When he moved his lips to my other breast, my senses just stopped. Now, his lips and hands reversed places, jolting me over and over, ritualistically balancing the thunder in my nerves.

  The dim room started to blur. My dress came off in a single pull when he'd finally finished with my nipples, leaving his soft red impressions on my tender flesh.

  “Ahhhh. I knew you had a slutty side, Kaylee. Good little virgins don't wear panties so dark and lacy, do they?” I shivered as he rubbed his dominant hand across them. “Not unless they want to get fucked.”

  Mr. Langern shoved aside the gusset, curling his fingers across my sopping wet slit for the first time. Explosions went off in my head.

  The tidal wave of anxious pleasure was already unbearable – or so I thought. When he found my clit, I realized I hadn't experienced anything yet.

  My legs instinctively thrashed, trying their damnedest to lock around him. His hand lifted, collapsed, and vibrated against my leaking lower lips, his thumb digging rapid circles around my swollen button.

  “God!” He hissed, giving me a minute long reprieve. “Your little cunt's steaming like glowing coal. You have no idea how bad I want to pluck, suck, and fuck you in ways you'll remember for the rest of your life, little Kaylee.”

  Growling, he moved up, grasping the waistband and spiriting it down my thighs. Totally naked, new heat flooded my face, deepening the sex flush running from my cheeks to my cleavage.

  Mr. Langern noticed. He tossed my panties over his shoulder, holding the same rigid smile as he began to unbutton his shirt.

  Bit by bit, his clothing vanished, exposing the wonderful chest I'd admired for years. He kicked off his pants and shoes, leaving nothing but dark boxers between us, and one last very big mystery throbbing beneath the thin fabric.

  “I love a girl who gets lit up. But I want to see those sweet rosy cheeks surrounding my cock. Here, Kaylee. You do the honors.”

  He crouched on his knees and stretched his hands over his head. Was he really asking me to pull out that part of him and massage it in my mouth?

  My hand shook violently as I reached toward his waistband. I decided the best way to do it would be fast. I jerked his underwear to his knees, and the largest cock I'd ever seen in my life popped out.

  Okay, so it was actually the only adult penis I'd seen in the flesh. But I had looked at plenty online and snuck peeks at guys in the community pool.

  Mr. Langern didn't have a regular cock. He had an angry branch between his legs, so large I could barely coil my fingers around it.

  The heat – God!

  It was like touching something swollen with lava, but hard as steel. It twitched in my hands and I looked up at him, wondering what to do.

  “Pump it back and forth. Stick it in your mouth. Push the big head as far as it can go...”

  Taking a deep breath, I did as he asked.

  I played with his foreskin, gliding it up and down his length. I marveled at the veins and contours. Each one was a little unique against my fingers, but they were all hot and hard, ready to deliver his explosion inside me.

  A slim, translucent trickle leaked out of his tiny slit onto my fingers. He smiled and nodded, urging me to use it as lube, and I rolled it along his flesh until it resembled a slick
glaze.

  It can't be...is he actually getting...harder?

  I didn't want to believe it at first. But when I touched the huge purple head to my tongue, I knew it was the savage truth.

  I forced him to my tongue's rear, wagging my tongue against his surface as a test. He tasted like salt and minerals, a strangely decadent taste I wanted to experience more of.

  I'd only made my first few loops, reaching halfway down his shaft with my lips, when I felt his huge hands on my hair.

  Mr. Langern laced his fingers through my soft locks and shoved my mouth down. I sailed across his flesh, my surprised tongue skimming his cliff-like veins, dangerously close to his balls.

  I sputtered. He took it as a signal to stop.

  Good thing too. If he'd forced me any lower, I would've choked. Cautiously, I tilted my eyes upward, hoping I hadn't blown the moment.

  Shadows dances with the flames in his eyes. He nodded again, more secretive than before, looking like a sexual shaman moving forward with sensual rites.

  I sucked him harder. I ran my tongue deeper into the crevice beneath his head, swirling and learning to play along his skin.

  “Fuck!” He grunted like a motor. My eyes went wide as his whole girth ballooned in my mouth.

  There couldn't be any mistaking it. He was about to burst soon, and shower my mouth in a deluge of semen.

  I closed my eyes and tightened my lips, preparing for the climax, my first taste of a man's essence. Rich cream leaked out of me and trickled along my thigh. I dabbed it up with one hand, while my other lightly squeezed his balls, feeling them pucker inward with a molten payload.

  Suddenly, his right hand fisted my hair and jerked me away. My lips went numb from the rushing coolness – the empty chasm left by his absence.

  “Not like this. It won't be long before I'm filling every part of you with come, Kaylee. But I'm after your virginity. Lay back and get ready, little girl. I want to see how beautifully you dance beneath my tongue.”

  I rolled with his hands on my shoulders. The mattress carried me like a soft wave. Without hesitating, Mr. Langern pushed his face to my right thigh, kissing his way up.

  “Oh, you don't have to do –“