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

“What?”

move in with me, and I figured that you would be too skittish to move in with me, so I

want me to

does that sound

you blackmailed me into sleeping with

“I’m not above getting what I want. Your job was secure

“Then why blackmail me?”

you haven’t noticed, Faye, you’re skittish, like really fucking,

smile dance across

mine, I draw her close. “And I won’t have you any other way, but

to

a lot of time here.” Letting go of her hands, I unbutton her jacket, pushing it off

plenty of

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 my hands,

room, but she doesn’t

matter of 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

music, especially when I stroke through her pussy

waiting to take her, to make her mine. It has been a couple

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