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

he starts to

not

moving in and out, slowly,

the view of his cock is so sexy. Spreading

I gasp.

it, angel, feel me inside you. You’re so fucking tight. A nice, tight pussy. You’re not a virgin anymore. I own that. I own that part of you, and you’re never taking

goes harder, riding me, taking me to another place, or at least it feels like it. I don’t know what to do. Holding onto the sheet seems like

drives inside me, and I can’t

The pleasure is intense.

and hot all at

inside

He rears up and places me so that his cock 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

until I can’t stand it anymore and come so

that feels

that echo off the walls. I never knew I could feel like this, and it’s

pounds inside me, fucking me harder than before.

the way his body holds me down

I’ll never forget this.

how little the romance was, I will remember this

growl spilling out of his mouth at the same time his grip tightens on my hip to the point of

in the

upon wave of cum