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  She frowns. “That’s a pretty pessimistic view of therapy.”

  “Sure. But it’s not wrong.” I get up and look through the room again. I run my fingers through her records absently. “Have you ever been?” I ask, without looking over.

  “No,” she admits. “I thought about it when my mom died, but… I just never did.”

  I look over. “Your mom?”

  “Cancer, when I was nineteen. Dad died two years earlier of a heart attack.”

  “I’m sorry. That must’ve been hard. You were pretty young.”

  “I struggled, but actually, finding this job helped save me.”

  “Really?”

  “Sure. It gave me an outlet to throw myself into. Also, the money helped a lot.”

  She laughs lightly but I can hear a bit of pain beneath it.

  “I lost my parents in my thirties. That’s more normal, but still. Died in a plane crash.”

  “Really?”

  “My dad flew planes. I guess one night, something went wrong while my mother was out with him, and…” I trail off. “Anyway, they died. I had a complicated relationship with them.”

  “I’m sorry to hear it.”

  I pick out a record, Veedon Fleece by Van Morrison. One of his stranger records but considered the best. I put it on the turntable and drop the needle.

  “Good choice,” she says.

  I smile at her but don’t respond. I drift into the room and look through the things. Small signs of a life are all over the place: little statues, postcards, photographs. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she actually lived here.

  I open a closet and there’s a long board folded up against the wall with a hole at one end. Instantly, I know what it is. I pull it out and unfold the table before looking at her.

  “You take it seriously, don’t you?”

  She shrugs. “Might as well do it right.”

  “Are you any good?”

  “Let’s find out.” She stands up. “Take off your shirt.”

  I smile and do exactly as she commands. I unbutton my shirt and slide it off. She walks over toward me, looking at the skin on my body, at the scars along my chest.

  “Shit,” she whispers. “Where’d you get all these?”

  “You know how I said my parents died in a plane crash?” I ask her softly. “Well, I never said I was unhappy about it.”

  She narrows her eye. “What?”

  “My father was a sick and vindictive man,” I say. “My mother turned a blind eye. I loved her, but I hated him.”

  “He did all this?”

  I grab her fingers and press them against a raised circle near my right shoulder. “Cigarette butt. I was six.” I press her fingers against a long gash on my side. “Knife, cut me because I knocked over a glass of water. I was nine.” I press her finger against another. “Cigarette again. I forget what I did for this one, but I remember being ten.”

  “Jesus,” she says and presses her hand flat against my chest. “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay. I like the scars now. Reminds me of where I come from.”

  “I always thought…”

  “That I was just some spoiled kid that made a lot of money when he was younger?” I grin and shake my head. “Most people do. But it’s not the truth.”

  “Jesus. I’m so sorry.”

  “Stop saying that.” I grab her hand, hold it tight. “I’m not sorry. That asshole made me what I am now. And anyway, I give back twice as much as he ever gave me. I take care of more kids than he ever hurt. So I think, in the end, it worked out.”

  She looks away from me. “Get undressed,” she says finally.

  I step away from her and finish undressing. She hands me a towel before I can take off my briefs. Her cheeks are slightly red, and clearly, she’s been watching.

  “Are you always so embarrassed?” I ask her. “It’s not very professional.”

  “Shut up,” she says.

  I take off my boxer briefs. My cock’s slightly hard. I wrap up in the towel and climb up onto the table.

  Her hands are on me in a moment as Van Morrison sings in the background.

  It feels good. I’ve always liked massages. She’s not a professional, not the best I’ve ever felt, but she’s still pretty damn good.

  “Where’d you learn this?” I ask.

  “YouTube,” she admits.

  “Seriously?”

  “Sure. I had a lot of willing subjects early on, that helped a lot.”

  “Your clients let you practice on them?”

  “Yep. I used to be pretty awful at this.” She laughs softly. “Poor guys.”

  “Poor guys? You’re a beautiful woman touching their skin. You were doing them a favor.”

  “Maybe.” There’s a smile in her voice.

  She massages me for a few more minutes. I feel my tension drifting away, and I have to admit, I’m starting to understand why her clients keep coming back.

  She’s a therapist, a masseuse, a champion. I bet she makes these guys feel young and vital and loved again, like they can do no wrong. These massages are probably as close to sex as any of them get, and it’s probably more than enough.

  Not for me, though. Not by a longshot.

  Her hands feel so good. I can’t help but think about her pussy against my lips, her clit on my tongue, her body shivering as she came. I surprise myself with how badly I want it, how it suddenly overwhelms me.

  She’s working my shoulders when I look up at her. She frowns a little bit and I sit up, legs dangling off the side of the table.

  She doesn’t back off. She doesn’t look all that shocked when I pull her against me.

  The kiss is slow and deep, like a first kiss all over again. Maybe it’s because I talked about my father, which I almost never do. Really, it’s probably just because I’m only wearing a towel and I’ve been thinking about tasting her since the moment I first saw her.

  I pull her shirt off slowly, like peeling it off her skin. She groans softly as my fingers roam across her skin, teasing her breasts. I take off her bra, kissing her neck and chest, tongue finding a nipple before kissing her lips again.

  She takes a sharp breath as I unbutton her jeans. She doesn’t stop me, but instead opens up my towel with both hands.

  I feel my blood thrumming in my ears. I can barely think as she takes my cock in both hands.

  She looks down, eye slightly wide. I smirk at her and lean back, letting her stroke my long, thick cock with both hands.

  She stares at it and back at me. I bet she’s never seen a dick this big before. I bet it scares the hell out of her.

  Good, I want her a little scared.

  I lean forward again, taking her hair. “Not what you expected?”

  “No, it’s just…”

  “I have a big cock. I know.”

  “Yeah. You really do.”

  “Why do you think you’re calling me Daddy?”

  She bites her lip. “I don’t know.”

  “It’s because I have a big dick and I can take care of you.”

  She groans a little bit. “That’s why you’re my Daddy.”

  “That’s right. You need a big, fat cock to keep you satisfied.”

  “And you won’t let me down, right?”

  I grab her hair tighter. “Never, little Aria.”

  “Shit,” she whispers. “Daddy.”

  She strokes my cock faster, kissing me. I tease her breasts and grab her hair again, nice and tight, tipping her chin up as I kiss her throat.

  She strokes me faster and moves forward, kissing my chest, kissing the scars on my stomach, moving down to find my cock. She takes me between her lips, as much as she can, sucking me up and down.

  Fucking hell, it feels good. Her lips wrap tight around my tip as she sucks me. I hold her hair tight and push her further down, making her gag. I want her to know what it feels like to take my fat cock in her throat, and it doesn’t dampen her enthusiasm, not at all.

  She sucks m
e faster, sliding up and down. Her spit drips down my shaft and she gathers it up with her hand, stroking me as she sucks me. Her pretty little mouth feels so fucking good, wrapped around my cock like that. She’s moaning softly as she sucks me, and I can tell she loves having a big dick in her mouth.

  Fucking hell. I grab her hair tight. I want to fuck her mouth and throat but she’s not ready for that. All I know is I need more of her. I can’t take this anymore.

  I stand up suddenly. I kiss her hard and spin her around. I unbutton her pants and tug them off before tearing her panties down. I get on my knees and spread her ass open, licking her from behind, finding her pussy soaking wet with my fingers.

  I tease her, slide them inside, lick her ass all around. I spread her wide and spank her ass hard. “Oh, god, Daddy,” she groans.

  I bet she’s never had a man lick her pretty little ass before. I lick and suck her and tease her pussy and clit, cock throbbing. I’m so fucking hard, it’s almost uncomfortable. And there’s only one thing that’s going to make it any better.

  I spin her around, hands cupping her ass. “Are you ready?” I whisper in her ear.

  She hesitates. She doesn’t speak. She looks up at me, pussy dripping with desire, eyes burning with it.

  I take her hand. I pull her back toward the bedroom. I open the door, and she follows me inside.

  It’s a pretty simple room. One big bed, covered in pillows, with two nightstands on either side and a dresser at the foot. That’s it, nothing else.

  I push her down onto the bed. Her hair spills all around her as she stares at me. She moves back onto the bed, legs hanging open, pussy dripping wet.

  “Wait,” she says.

  I cock my head, stroking my shaft. “Wait for what?”

  “I just—”

  “Are you ready?” I ask her.

  This time, she doesn’t hesitate.

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” I get onto the bed and open her legs wide. I lick her pussy, sucking her clit. “Say my name, Aria.”

  “Daddy,” she moans.

  “Good girl.”

  I kiss her, pressing my cock against her soaking little cunt.

  9

  Aria

  When I got up this morning, I never thought I’d be losing my virginity before noon.

  His hands feel so good on my body. I know we’re moving fast, but my heart’s beating and all I can think about is how good he makes me feel.

  His tongue on my pussy, his cock in my mouth. I’m dripping wet the second he comes near me.

  Everything about him drives me wild. And there’s something about the way he opened up to me, about the scars on his body, that makes me want to kiss him.

  There’s so much more to Brady Price than meets the eye. He looks like a rich, billionaire playboy on the outside, but beneath that surface, there’s a lot more going on.

  I need to get beyond that surface. And I need him to get beyond mine.

  He presses me back into the bed. I feel his cock teasing my pussy, sliding up and down along my soaking slit. I groan and wiggle my hips. I need him so badly, but I’m afraid. I’m scared he won’t fit, or he’ll tear me apart, breaking me into a million pieces.

  “Wait,” I say, breathless. “Just wait.”

  He cocks his head. “Afraid?”

  “No, it’s just…” I hesitate. “I’m a virgin.”

  His eyes flash hot fire. “You’re… a virgin?”

  “Yeah. I mean, I’ve never done this before.”

  He kisses me hard and fierce, dispelling all my worries.

  “Don’t worry, little Aria,” he whispers. “I’ll be gentle.”

  I nod, biting my lip. I never pictured my first time like this. I never pictured it happening in this room, in this apartment. This is my work apartment. I only ever use this room for naps between clients. They never even come in here.

  But now a client’s in here. Now I’m naked, his body against mine. I’m sweating and I can still taste his cock on my tongue.

  “Daddy,” I whisper to him. I feel his cock press against me as he leans back, kneeling in front of me, spreading my legs wide.

  He’s so muscular, so beautiful. I sit up on one elbow and run a hand down his chest, fingers lingering on his scars.

  He slowly presses his cock inside of me.

  I gasp. It hurts and it feels good. He slowly sinks inside of me before pushing me back down and leaning over me.

  He kisses my lips hungrily. He slowly, so agonizingly slowly, fills me with his huge cock. I moan into his kiss, half in pain and half in desire. It’s so confusing, this sensation. It feels good but it hurts, and the hurt almost makes the pleasure that much better.

  I groan as I feel his hips press against mine. He’s inside of me, his whole, huge cock filling me up.

  “Oh my god,” I whisper.

  “Don’t worry,” he says. “I’ll take care of you, little Aria.”

  “I didn’t think… you could even fit.”

  He laughs gently. “This is just the start.”

  He slowly moves back, and I groan. “Shit, Daddy.”

  He smirks and fucks me. Gently, slowly, kissing my lips, my neck. It’s sensual, passionate, painful, incredible. I wiggle my hips, getting a better angle, making my pleasure flare up. I pictured this moment a thousand times. I pictured a thousand different scenarios, but never once did I picture this.

  It’s so much better. I’ve been afraid, so scared, to let myself give in and feel what it’s like to finally have sex. But I’ve always been too afraid to go forward, always stopped myself at the last second.

  With Brady, it’s easy. There are no questions, no fear, no anxiety. I’m in his hands, his capable, amazing hands, and I know he’s going to make me feel as good as humanly possible.

  He kisses my neck and slides deep inside. I feel the muscles on his back, hands running down the length of him. I groan and I can feel sweat on my skin, sweet and hot, all at once.

  “You have no clue how good you feel,” he whispers. “So fucking tight, so fucking wet. You were made to fuck me like this, little Aria.”

  “You think so, Daddy?”

  “I know so. Fucking hell. Your tight little pussy swallows me up. It’s driving me fucking crazy.”

  He leans back onto his knees, biting his lip. His abs are ripped as he flexes and starts to rub my clit with his right hand. He holds my legs open with his left, and I move my hips again, feeling his cock sliding in and out.

  He starts to fuck me faster. He’s sweating too, little beads of it running down his defined muscles. I gasp and sit up, feeling him shift inside of me, and I bite his lip and kiss him hard.

  He holds me tight. He grabs my hair and my ass, pushing me down his shaft. I groan as he rolls me back down and starts to fuck me faster.

  “This is what you need, little Aria,” he whispers. “A big fat cock to make you feel good. Fucking hell. Tell me how badly you need it.”

  “I need your big cock, Daddy,” I whisper. I’ve never talked like this before in my life. I’ve been good, so freaking good, but now…

  I’m tired of being good.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I whisper to him. “Fuck me hard. Make it hurt, I don’t care. But fuck me, Daddy, please. I need to get fucked.”

  He growls and starts to fuck me faster. I groan as pleasure and pain both flare in equal measure. He kisses me hungrily, cock driving in and out. I move my hips and slide along him, craving every hard inch, needing him to fill me up.

  I’m wild with him, lost in him. It’s my first time and already I want more.

  “Keep going,” I whisper. “Fuck my tight pussy. Please, Daddy.”

  “I love it when you beg,” he says back, almost growling with animalistic passion. He’s fucking me faster now, one hand on my breasts, the other in my hair. “I love it when you take my big dick. God, filling you feels so fucking good.”

  I moan his name, whispering it over and over. “Fuck me, Daddy.” He rips in
to me, going faster, and I’m totally lost in the moment.

  I can feel pleasure and pain. I can’t tell which one is stronger and I think I love it. I’ve always been so careful, but this isn’t careful, not at all.

  He spreads my legs and drives deeper, grinding against me. I feel him rubbing against my clit as he fucks me, grinds into me, fucks me again. I’m panting now, gasping in his ear, and I know the pleasure’s starting to win out over the pain.

  I know I’m so close. I’ve never felt like this before, but it’s overwhelming. Everything is driving me forward, pushing me close to that moment, to that cliff. I need it so badly, my whole body is focused on this moment, on this pleasure, on what he can give me.

  He keeps driving, pumping, thrusting, fucking me. I roll my hips with him now, grinding my clit against him, gasping for air as I work.

  “Come on, Daddy,” I groan. “Come on and fuck me.”

  He growls and tears into me, fucking me rough now. It hurts and feels so fucking good. I can barely stand it. I rock against him, eyes rolling back, and I’m lost, completely lost, drowning in pleasure.

  It peaks and suddenly I can feel it. The orgasm rushes through me. I never thought I’d come my first time but now, it’s so obvious. It was always going to happen with him. I come hard, my whole body tensing, and he fucks me through it, rough and fast, grunting like an animal in my ear.

  “Fucking hell, Aria,” he groans. “I’m going to fill this pussy up. Fucking hell, girl. You’re so sexy when you come.”

  I gasp and look into his eyes, fingers digging into his back. He rips into me, fucking me rough, legs up in the air now, his cock deep inside.

  I gasp and I can feel him come. He comes inside of me in deep, hard spurts. I roll my hips, needing it, whispering to him the whole time. “Come in my pussy, Daddy, go ahead, fill me up. Give me what I need, Daddy.”

  He finishes slowly, a smile on his lips. We collapse onto the bed together, the sheets a tangled and sweaty mess, but neither of us cares. I don’t move as I press my head against his chest. His heart’s beating so fast.

  “Fuck,” he whispers, a little laugh escaping. “You sure that was your first time?”

  I nod. I can feel a dull ache between my legs, but I’m also still buzzing from my own orgasm. “I’m going to be sore,” I say.