Virgin for Sale

His question is ringing around in my head.

We were really talking when the pain stopped.

“Come on, angel, tell me why you didn’t pick the fairy tale. I was surprised when I saw your picture there.”

“I take it you do this often?”

“No, I don’t.” Both of his hands rest beside my head. He’s so close that it’s hard to look away.

I don’t want to look away from him.

Biting my lip, I try not to move. He feels weird inside me. A good weird, but still strange.

I’ve never had a dick within me, and now there’s no going back.

“Surprised?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Good. I don’t do this often. So, figuring you don’t either, tell me why you didn’t pick the fairy tale.”

“Because I didn’t want the lie.”

“The lie?”

“The fairy tale ending is not what I’m getting. Far from it. There’s no knight or prince waiting at the end of the night. One-time deal where you experience everything. You love every second of it, but it’s a lie. A complete and total lie. I’d rather have the truth than that.”

“Interesting.”

stares into my eyes, I don’t know what he’s looking for, can’t

to

so you’re not in

and out, slowly, each time, driving my arousal

of his cock is so sexy. Spreading my legs wide, I glance down and watch

I gasp.

so fucking tight. A nice, tight pussy. You’re not a virgin anymore. I own that.

sides, cupping my hip, holding it firm within his grasp as he goes harder, riding me, taking me to another place, or at least it

and

The pleasure is intense.

and hot

inside me

is still inside me and my butt is on his thighs. I watch, unable to do or say anything as he strokes through my slit. He’s teasing my clit, and even though it wasn’t long ago I came, I can feel the pleasure rising up inside me. I want this. I

builds my arousal until I can’t stand it anymore

that feels so

dirty words that echo off the walls. I never knew I could feel

harder than

his dick, the way his body holds me down to the bed,

I’ll never forget this.

was, I will remember this

his growl spilling out of his mouth at the same time his grip

the morning,

pulses as wave upon wave of