Virgin for Sale

I’ll never be afraid of him.

He drives my need for him higher.

His cock pulses deep inside me, but he’s not in a rush to fuck.

He caresses down my back, tracing to my ass, and I’m shocked as a single finger curves around back, stroking over my anus.

I’ve not been explored there before, and he knows it. He knows everything about my body. He’s the only man to ever get me like this.

Open.

Exposed.

And desperate.

He caresses down my body, skimming the edge of my tits before grasping my hips. Holding onto his shoulders, I follow his lead as he starts to make me rock on his cock. Pushing me up then pulling me down.

I cry, and the sound is swallowed by his lips. I’ve not stopped kissing him. I don’t want to stop.

Chase does this repeatedly, lifting me up, pulling me down. Each time he draws me onto his cock, he thrusts up, and he seems to hit a spot deep within me that is too painful and yet so addictive I can’t think straight.

Breaking from the kiss, I dip my head back, giving him my neck, and he nips at my flesh, sucking on my skin. Pleasure floods my body, and even as he teases my flesh, he doesn’t stop fucking me.

Holding onto his shoulders, I help him, thrusting up and down on his cock.

open my eyes to see

how fucking

down between

in and out of

but I’ve no interest in getting pregnant. Having

driving down on him, feeling a tightening deep within me as he fucks

pleasure. Ride my cock. Show me what a dirty girl you are. You’re not a virgin anymore, Faye.

feeling him pulse as he fills the condom with his cum.

we sit there, but I

of my head and uses my hair to lift my face up. He’s not rough with me. As I stare into his eyes,, he cups my face and then kisses me. At first, the kiss is so hard that it hurts my teeth, but I can’t say no. I don’t want to

kisses me. This kiss could

It’s tender.

Sweet.

Romantic.

hungry for

the sweet

The nice and dirty.

Chase, and he’ll give it to me. What’s even more

****

me to walk. It is late. We left his office after eight, and now it’s close to nine-thirty. Kerry sent me a message while I was being

matter what I do, I seem

days are a lot easier than others, but again, I failed. She won’t open

“Wine?” Chase asks.

toward him, I see he’s holding two glasses and

I don’t