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  Suddenly the door slides open, and Frank steps in. He’s naked, and his thick cock pointing at me.

  I gulp. “W-what are you doing?”

  He doesn’t answer, but he grabs the shower head from my hand and puts it back to the holder.

  He then holds me from behind and soaps me all over again, from my tits, to my belly, down to my thighs, and in between them.

  I wriggle at his slippery, sensual touch. I grind my ass against his massive hard rock.

  He groans loudly as he turns me around and presses me against the shower wall. “You little slut,” he rasps into my ear, “I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

  I gasp and wait excitedly for his next move.

  He bends slightly, pulls my tit into his mouth and sucks my nipple hard. I squeal at the painful pleasure, which runs all the way down to my thighs.

  After giving my other tit the same treatment, he kneels in front of me, and pushes my legs apart.

  “I’m gonna have my appetizer now,” he says and buries his face between my thighs, licking my tender folds with his wet tongue.

  “Oh, Frank!” I grasp his hair as he continues to assault me with his hot and skillful tongue.

  He’s unpredictable. He swirls around my nub for a moment and then he’s at the entrance of my pussy, he teases my folds for a while and then he nibs at my clit.

  Oh, God. This is unbelievable. He’s a sex god. My thoughts turn briefly to Penny and other women who might’ve enjoyed his touch, but soon my focus is back to the pleasure he’s giving me.

  A wave roars in my belly within minutes, and I writhe against the wall. “Frank, I’m gonna come. Keep rubbing my clit, please.”

  He teases me by slowing down deliberately, gazing at me with his intense green eyes.

  “Please, Frank!”

  He smirks and swirls his tongue faster, pressing it hard as he goes.

  “Ahh!” I groan like a mad woman as I orgasm.

  He laps up my juices and stands up. He presses me against the wall and kisses me, letting me taste myself. And then he flips me around to face the wall.

  “I’ve got to punish you, little girl,” he grumbles. “You’ve been behaving badly.”

  “Yes, sir,” I say. “Go ahead.”

  He slaps my cheeks over and over. My skin stings a bit, but my walls feel aroused again.

  Frank thrusts a finger into my still wet pussy as he spanks me, making me moan with pleasure.

  “I’m gonna pop your cherry soon, you little minx, but now, I’ll play with your back door.”

  I haven’t had time to gasp when I feel his slippery finger inside my other hole. I tense for a moment, resisting it.

  But Frank doesn’t let me resist him. He stops spanking me and slips his hand to the front of my body, squeezing my tit and rolling my nipple.

  Soon I relax and feel his finger in and out of my ass.

  This drives me mad. My pussy walls feel his movement and crave his direct touch. I wriggle my butt at him and he groans.

  “Fuck, I love your ass, Meg,” he says as he grinds his hard center on it.

  “It’s yours, Frank.” I purr.

  He inhales sharply and turns off the faucet. He opens the door and drags me out of the shower.

  He dries both of us with a towel and carries me into my bedroom. He nearly throws me onto my bed. He gazes me with lustful eyes. “You look so fucking yummy.”

  “I’m all yours, Frank, claim me!” I say in a seductive voice, spreading my legs already.

  “Fuck.” His eyes darken. “I’ve got to make it clear first, Meg. Once I claim you, you will be mine and mine only, understand?”

  I nod quickly.

  “You will not flirt with any other man. Got it?”

  I nod.

  “You will not video talk to your male friends, either.”

  My mouth opens. That’s so possessive. I’m not sure I like it.

  Frank lifts an eyebrow, and slaps his cock, as if challenging me.

  I gulp and nod. “Yes, captain. Please, I’m hungry for the main dish.”

  He smirks. “Patience, princess. There is one more thing. I will fill you with my seed, understand?”

  I take a second to fully get the meaning of his words. I grin. “Yes, Frank. I want your babies.”

  His eyes become smoldering. He straddles above me without a second’s delay.

  Locking his eyes on mine, he holds his cock in one hand and grabs my hip with another. He lifts me slightly and slides his cock between my slick pussy lips. I gasp, liking the sensation. I spread my legs wider, waiting breathlessly for him to break into my walls.

  But he continues to play with my petals with his cock, up and down along my wet slit. He rubs its head against my clit and nudges it at my entrance, driving me mad with desire. I hold my urge to beg, knowing he’s the captain and I’m his captive.

  I writhe under him and moan. I pinch my own nipples to release the fullness and ache.

  Frank leans down, leaving his cock between my thighs, and kisses my throat.

  I hold his back as he trails his lips down to the valley between my breasts. He licks my nipple with his wet tongue and sucks it with his lips. I watch it become swollen each time it’s out of his lips, and bright red like a small cherry. He tugs at it for a few times, making me moan.

  While playing with my nipple, his cock moves again, nudging the entrance of my pussy.

  I’m so overwhelmed with pleasures I can hardly focus on one place. I feel a pinch on my nipple and realize he’s rolling it between his teeth.

  “Ah!” I gasp and reach to grasp his hair. But another, more powerful pinch between my legs sends me to a jolt.

  Frank has thrusted into me. He’s deep inside me. He has broken my virginity.

  I smile at the realization and the new sensation. The aching is replaced by a fullness, and an overwhelming satisfaction.

  Frank rises higher on his knees and thrusts into me in smooth and yet powerful strokes while watching me with eyes filled with lust and appreciation.

  “Your virgin pussy is so fucking tight, Meg. You have no idea how good it feels in there.”

  I can only imagine how he feels, but I have no doubt it is as good as I feel.

  Our bodies join and our feelings emerge. This connection brings out a powerful emotion in me and I can’t stop the tears of joy gushing out of my eyes.

  “Are you all right, sweetie?” he asks slowing down a bit, “Am I hurting you?”

  “No!” I cry out, eager to convince him. “I’m perfectly all right. It feels so good. You feel so good, Frank.”

  He smiles. “This is just the beginning, little girl.”

  I shudder. Just the beginning? I’m so dazed I can’t imagine how it’s possible to be better than this. I’m immersed in the sensation of being completely filled, over and over again. Frank’s strokes are all I live for at the moment. My world narrows to him and what his body does to me. He pulls out and thrusts in, filling me, rubbing me, stretching me. He finds my secret spot and feasts on it, gyrating around it to light fire, sending electrical sparks all over my body.

  Frank pants heavily as he pounds on my walls, his hazel eyes piercing me and sizzling with heat. I moan as I wriggle and thrash underneath him, melting into a being that’s desperate for his touch. My happiness and my existence are entirely at his mercy. He’s my master and I’m his slave.

  Yes, he’s a master of love-making. He alternates his strokes in speed and depth. He’s slow and deliberate one minute, but fast and powerful the next. More than once, he brings me to a near climax and then lets my urge recede.

  At first I thought he was teasing me, but soon I understood it was his skill of prolonging the pleasure. I abandon myself in his maneuver, letting my captain steer me through the dreamland.

  But as much as I want this moment to last forever, my body has other ideas. Tension builds up despite my effort to resist it, and a powerful wave invades me.

  My walls contrast involuntarily, and
Frank must feel it. His eyes turn even darker and his muscles tense. He pulls out until only the round, fat head remains inside of me, and then he plunges into me, hitting the end of my walls.

  “Aah!” I groan as the headboard of the bed smashes against the wall.

  I cling onto his arms, my nails digging into his hard muscles. The storm inside me finally sweeps me and rips me apart, tossing me high into the air until I’m hit by a flash of lightening. Frank lets out a guttural sound as his cock throbs in synchrony with my walls, spilling the hot liquid of his pleasure deep inside me and filling me with his seed.

  I lose track of reality momentarily as my mind still drifts in paradise long after the magical moment, my first orgasm from penetration. Frank’s breathing hard on top of me, covering me like a thick, warm blanket. His cock is still inside of me, twisting a bit once in a while. It feels like it has a life of its own. I giggle.

  “What is it?” Frank mumbles, stirring and getting up.

  “Nothing,” I say, smiling. “Your thrust is on autopilot.”

  “That’s because you feel so goddamn good,” he says as he lies down next to me and pulls me into his arms. “My little slut.”

  I purr. I wouldn’t mind him calling slut if he made me feel this good every day.

  He cuddles me for a moment and says, “I’ll have to call your dad and tell him not to come pick you up.”

  I blink. “What does it mean?”

  His eyes darken as he gazes deep into my eyes. “It means you’re mine, sweetheart. You’re going to live with me from now on.”

  I’m overwhelmed with joy, but my excitement only lasts for a second. “What if he said no?”

  His jaw tightens. “It isn’t up to him. You’re a grownup. As long as we both want it, he can’t stop us.”

  I’m shrilled by the prospect of disobeying my dad and flattered by the fact Frank’s willing to give up his friendship with my dad for me. I’m eager to assure Frank I’m a hundred percent his, but my naughty, rebellious self has other ideas.

  I lift my eyebrow at him and say, “What makes you so sure I want to live with you?”

  His mouth falls, and then his eyes narrow. “Because your greedy pussy tells me so.” He growls as he slips his hand between my thighs.

  I shriek as he thrusts a finger into my wetness again.

  “So what do you say now, little girl?”

  I whimper as his finger spirals around at my sensitive spot. I’m hungry again despite my satisfaction earlier. “Oh, Frank. I want you inside me.”

  “Of course you do.” He smirks. “And trust me, you’ll want me do it to you every day and night. Your hungry kitty needs more than three meals a day, Meg. You’re gonna go crazy without my hard cock rubbing your needy walls.”

  Oh, my God. He’s right. I’m already fretting and wanting. I don’t think I can live a day without him.

  I moan. “I’m sorry, Frank. I need you now. Fuck me, please!”

  He grunts as he gets up, pulling me with him. He turns me around and pushes me down so I’m on all fours.

  He kneels behind me, slaps my ass playfully a few times, and spreads my legs wider.

  And then before I know it, his thick rod thrusts inside me in one stroke.

  I yelp with surprise. He isn’t completely inside me, but it feels so deep. I’m still getting used to the position when I feel his finger rubbing my swollen nub.

  Ohmygod. I’m his captive again.

  “Move with me, Meg,” Frank rasps as he pulls my ass to him each time when he thrusts.

  I do what he says and move my hips back and forth. My tits feel heavy as they jiggle.

  Frank frees a hand to cup one of them, kneading it and pinching it.

  I’m overwhelmed with desire and pleasure once again.

  I almost forget where I am when I hear Frank’s voice behind me, “Tell me, baby, that you’re mine!”

  “I’m yours, Frank.”

  “Are you gonna leave me?”

  “Never!”

  “Why not?”

  “Because,” I say, swallowing. “I need you to feed my kitty every night.”

  He’s breath hitches, and he thrusts deeper. “Like this?”

  “Yes, sir, harder and deeper.”

  He grunts and does what I ask for, ramming into me hard and deep, bringing me to my climax once again.

  I collapse on to the bed, my legs trembling.

  “Don’t you dare sleep,” Frank demands. “I’m not done with you yet, baby. I’ve got one more hole to claim and a couple more positions for you to experience.”

  I sit up right away and hold his neck with my arms. “I’m not going to sleep tonight, captain, not until I milk the last drop of your seed out of you.”

  His eyes turn stormy. “You got it, my little greedy kitty!” he says as he lies down, holding me on top of him.

  Bonus Chapters from Coaching Ruby

  Prologue

  Leo

  Three years ago…

  “Don’t leave me, Leo. Please!” Ruby’s arms circle my neck and her pearl blue eyes stare at me innocently and helplessly. It’s always hard for me to say no to her because of those eyes. Tonight it’s even harder because she feels different. She’s put on glossy lipsticks and her lips look seductive. I have the urge of bending down to kiss them.

  I stroke her cheek instead. “I’m sorry Roo, but I have to go back to work.”

  She pouts, another cute gesture that I find it hard to resist. “Don’t you want to be with me a bit longer, Leo?”

  The rasp in her voice and the way she calls my name are all like doses of tenderizer, weakening every muscle of my body. I cup her face and pull her closer to me. Her frown soon turns into a smile and her lips part slightly as if summoning mine. My breath quickens at the temptation. Her eyes are so innocent and her face so baby-like, reminding me she is only fifteen, still a little girl. Besides, she’s my best friend Max’s little sister. I need to back off. But then Ruby isn’t easy to refuse, especially when she sets her mind on something. Tonight, that something seems to be me.

  I still don’t know how I end up here with her. I was working at the Domino’s when she called about an hour ago, ordering a pizza, and requesting me to deliver it. When I got to her house, she told me it was supposed to be their family’s movie night, but she wasn’t feeling well and stayed home alone. I was about to leave her with the pizza but she begged me to stay, saying she was afraid of being alone.

  “Maybe if you turn on some lights, it’ll be less frightening,” I manage to mumble. The house is illuminated by the porch light coming through the window.

  “But it’s romantic this way. Don’t you like being in the dark with me, Leo?” she whispers, her voice even sultrier than earlier.

  She sounds so cute I can’t help but chuckle. “I do, Ruby. But this is not a good time.”

  “This is a perfect time, Leo. We’re alone. But we’d better hurry. The movie is an hour and a half. We only have about thirty minutes left.”

  “What do you have in mind?” I ask although I can kind of guess it. I just don’t believe it. I like Ruby, but she’s been a little sister to me.

  She glances at me, biting her bottom lip and looking shy. And then she buries her face in my chest, giggles and murmurs, “The same you do to your girlfriends.”

  I hold her tight, feeling her warm body against mine, and inhale the fresh scent of raspberry in her hair. She likes raspberries and everything with raspberry flavor or scent. Shampoo, lotion, soda and cake. I like the smell too. It always reminds me of sunshine and Ruby, which are more or less the same thing to me. But at the moment, the scent is arousing in a different way. I feel the rising of my cock and I imagine how Ruby feels. The thought horrifies me. No, I can’t have such impure thoughts about Ruby… I pull away from her, stamping a kiss on her forehead. “Roo, you’re too young.”

  I turn to leave, but she grabs my arm. “When will I be old enough for you, Leo?”

  I’m taken aback by her insi
stence. “Eighteen,” I say after a moment’s hesitation.

  She sticks out her pinky and waves it at me.

  “What’s that?”

  “Pinky promise. I’ll be your girlfriend when I turn eighteen.”

  I blink, not sure how my words get to be interpreted that way. But I cannot ignore her since she’s already looking hurt. “Sure,” I say, hooking her little finger with mine and making my first pinky promise. On my way back to the restaurant and for the rest of the night, I can’t get Ruby and her little finger out of my mind. It’s such a silly gesture and silly promise, and surely three years later she’ll forget about what she made me do tonight, right? But at the moment, my pinky seems to have become special. Lying in my bed, I lick it with my tongue and savor the raspberry flavor.

  Chapter 1

  Ruby

  I wait impatiently for the sound of the doorbell while constantly checking my makeup in the mirror. Today is my eighteenth birthday and I’ve invited my friends over for a party. It’s a nice summer day, sunny and not so hot, perfect for a barbeque in the yard. Mom generously marinated trays of meat last night, and Dad grudgingly put out a case of beer in the icebox under my request. Before he left for work, he wagged his finger at me and warned me not to indulge in alcohol. I rolled my eyes, wanting to tell him I wasn’t a little girl anymore, and besides I had had beer before. But I did not say it because I had done it secretly without his knowledge. Even though it isn’t a big deal, I don’t want Dad to think I’m a bad girl, because I’m not. Having a few cans of beer has been the only thing I’ve done against my parents’ wishes.

  There are other things I wish I’ve done but haven’t. For example, having sex. I am the only virgin among the girls I hang out with. Erika had her first time when she was thirteen. I haven’t even dated anyone, although I have gone out with a few of guys including Josh, who’s regarded as the hottest on the soccer team. I know Josh likes me and I like him too, but not that way. In my heart there’s only room for Leo and no one else. From the moment Leo promised me three years ago, I’ve already become his. I don’t care he remembers it or not but today I’ll make him fulfill his promise. The thought brings a thrill through my body, and my heart races. I fix myself an ice raspberry punch to cool down.