Commissioning His Virgin by Jamie Knight (best e books to read .TXT) 📕

Her jaws were ajar, like she had never seen so much seed in her life before. She kept stroking my cock until the last droplet of cum oozed from my cock. Quickly, she put my semi-erect cock back in her mouth and sucked me dry. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but this was real. This was happening.

For the next five minutes, neither of us could speak. Gina rose, letting my cock hang from my body, and giggled to herself in triumph. Her giggles filled the warehouse. The smell of my cum hung in the air as she stood beside me, staring into my eyes suggestively.

I grabbed her left hand, pulling her closer to my chest so that her breasts in that semen-painted dress were all over my lower chest area. I planted a soft kiss on her lips. She slid out of my grip, pulling back with a broad smile written all over her face.

“Would you be kind enough, help a lady out of this sticky dress?” she asked, looking at me inventively. “Don’t be shy, Elijah,” she insisted both suggestively, sarcastically amidst a giggle and blushes.

I took a step away from the canvas, put my hand on her cheek before sliding it behind her back, unzipping her dress. She let her hands fold, rested them on my chest, patiently waiting to get undressed in front of me. The dress gave in, sliding down to the floor in one swift movement leaving Gina exposed, semi-nude.

“Go on, Elijah,” she encouraged me to take off her white bra that matched with her silk underwear.

I could tell she was teasing me. I really liked that. Gina felt relaxed and was at ease with me. I undid her underwear, took a step back and marveled at God’s splendid creation.

She was not only petite, but she was also vivacious. Her body was naturally toned, filling up fastidiously everywhere that mattered. Her breasts didn’t feel too big against my chest, but they looked terrific. I couldn’t help but wonder how they would actually feel against the touch of my palm. She had a thin waist that supported her flat belly. Her fantastic butt was tight, round, attached to curvy hips like I had only seen among Latinas. All of this was enveloped in a ceaselessly light tanned skin that was heightened by how warm and charming her personality was.

At the forefront of Gina’s beauty was her face. She carried that face girls carry when all their angelical traces of youth bump into the tenets of a luscious woman. Full of life rotund red lips on a wide mouth. Thick eyelashes that shaded her beautiful blue eyes, which had the color of deep oceans on a bright sunny day. Blonde wavy hair that continuously fell straight down her back, almost touching her heart-shaped butt. My date was the most beautiful woman my eyes had ever gazed upon.

I stared at her, at how perfect she was. I couldn’t stop myself from wondering how hard it was for her to even fathom the idea of selling her virginity for cash — let alone going through with the whole experience with a total stranger. She had balls. I had to give her that. She was bold, brave yet so innocent, reserved. I admired her so much.

“You are the most beautiful woman my eyes have seen, Gina.”

She blushed as her eyes fell, staring at her toes almost in embarrassment. I took a stride, stood in front of her so that our naked bodies were only an inch apart, and pushed her hair behind her ear. She raised her face. Her eyes met mine. Pushing her body upwards, she stood on her toes elevated, inviting me for a kiss. I obliged. Our mouths locked for a brief moment before she pulled back and asked me to paint on her like she did on me.

“But I’m not a painter, Gina,” I said amidst laughter, feeling surprised.

She grabbed my hand, led me to a tub of orange paint, dipped my hand in, and then drew lines on her belly. She let go of my hand, standing there looking at me with intent. Damn! I loved every bit of this.

I drew random shapes across her body, intentionally avoiding contact with her nipples and navel. Her breathing increased with every movement my fingers made. She sighed, then moaned softly every time the skin on my finger came into contact with her body.

I dipped my hand in another tub of paint, but this time I wanted to paint her back. I stood behind her, drawing vertical lines running from her neck, down her spine, ending right on her butt. Gina moaned softly; her body stiffened a little bit. The urge to caress her was so consuming.

I added a little mix to the painting and started to kiss her neck as my finger drew lines on her back. She moaned loudly when my tongue made contact with the skin on her neck, mumbling something to herself. I kissed her all the way down to her butt cheeks, feeling her butt stiffen under my tongue.

The urge to caress her body got the better of me. I couldn’t fight it anymore. I moved around and stood right in front of her. Gina stood in front of me, her chest rising, falling steadily. Her eyes looked at me with a lot of intent and anticipation.

Chapter Seven - Gina

I could feel Elijah’s hands slipping down to massage my shoulders. I reached up, held his hands tight against mine. I could see he was surprised; it was written all over his face. Slowly, I pulled his hands down towards my breasts until each hand was cupping a breast. I squeezed his mighty strong hands tightly against my mounds. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in so that my chest rose with his hands still cupping my breasts and slowly breathed out. I wanted to take in every moment of