Virgin for Sale

Chapter 33

She doesn’t take the keys.

“I can’t take this.”

“Don’t you love the apartment?”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Well, I think you’re beautiful, and I want to give you things.”

Still, she doesn’t take them.

“I already own this place. I bought it for you.”

“I can’t take it. I’m sorry.”

“Why not?”

“Because I already live in an apartment that I can afford. The rent is more than reasonable.”

“Damn it, Faye. I don’t care. Don’t you understand that? I’m right here, right now. This is for you. This is what boyfriends do.”

“No, they don’t.”

if you must know it’s either this place or move in with

“What?”

and I figured that you would be too skittish to move in

want me to move

does that sound so shocking to

just … you blackmailed me into

what I want. Your job was secure

“Then why blackmail me?”

noticed, Faye, you’re skittish, like really fucking,

smile

“And I won’t have you any other way, but you will take this

to make

a lot of time here.” Letting go

plenty

falls to the floor. Flicking the catch of the bra and releasing those juicy tits is next, and they spill out

room, but she

bending over the sofa. She’s wearing a thong today, and I trace across the fabric, teasing her tight little asshole as I do. Caressing down the crack of her ass, I spread

a yelp, and the sound is sweet music, especially when I stroke through

mine. It has

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