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.”

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

“What?”

surprises you, doesn’t it? It’s either this or move in with me, and I figured that you would be too skittish to move in with

to

sound so

know. I just … you

above getting what I want. Your

“Then why blackmail me?”

you’re skittish, like really fucking, run the other way

a smile dance

I draw her close. “And I won’t have

going to make

go of her hands, I unbutton her jacket,

have plenty

and watch as the white fabric falls to the floor. Flicking the catch of the bra and releasing those juicy tits is next, and they spill out exactly as they were supposed to, filling

she doesn’t make a

seconds, I have her skirt off and she’s 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 her cheeks

sweet music, especially when I

waiting to take her, to make her mine. It has been a couple of weeks since she

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