Chapter 4 — Non-virgin Goddess

Lilianna

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Our lips smashed together in a heated kiss as he ripped open his shirt, yanking it off my shoulders and letting it plummet to the ground.

My hands trailed down his scarred and inked back, feeling the rough texture under my fingertips until they reached the waistband of his boxers. There, I encountered the cold metal of the gun he had tucked away earlier, sending a thrill of danger coursing through me.

I smiled against his lips, the soft mattress meeting the back of my knees as he pushed me onto the bed. My fingers instinctively closed around the gun, bringing it with me as I tumbled backward onto the sheets.

He arched an eyebrow at the sight of the gun in my grasp, his gaze flickering with surprise. With a wicked grin, I aimed the weapon at him, steadying it with both hands as it was heavy.

"Pew pew pew!" I mimicked shooting sounds, causing him to pause and shoot me a look that screamed, "Are you serious right now?" before swiftly snatching the gun from my hands and placing it on the nightstand.

He leaned over me, his lips devouring mine hungrily before trailing down to my neck, where he nipped and sucked with fervor. His hand boldly slipped between my thighs, his fingers zeroing in on my clit and teasing it with precise circles, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me, making me writhe with need.

"You're fucking crazy for losing your virginity to a total stranger," he grunted, his voice dripping with lust.

I stared at him with a mix of desire and abandon, my mouth hanging open as I let out low, primal moans, completely lost in the sensation.

His finger traced the edges of my opening, sending electric currents of pleasure coursing through me. With an arch of my back, I shamelessly ground against his fingers, craving more friction, more intensity, more of him.

His callused palm caressed my upper thighs as he discarded his boxers, revealing the heavy length of his cock once more. It stood proudly, rock hard and throbbing, the crown glistening with arousal, beckoning me closer.

He positioned his cock between my slick folds, sliding it up and down, coating it with my wetness. I could tell he was being more gentle and cautious now that he knew, his movements deliberate as he savored the moment.

He began a rapid series of thrusts, sliding his shaft back and forth over my wet clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me, driving me to the brink of ecstasy.

My breath hitched, growing heavier with each passing moment, and my words were reduced to incoherent murmurs as he skillfully stimulated my clit with his cock, pushing me to the edge of ecstasy with every stroke.

"Holy shit," I gasped, the sensation so intense I could almost imagine him plunging into me, his rigid shaft plundering my depths. He'd drive relentlessly until I clenched around him, milking every inch of his thick length. "Ah, God, I'm about to—"

And then, I saw fireworks exploding across the ceiling.

My body clenched, spasming with each wave of unbearable pleasure, a frenzied hunger overwhelming me, a desperate need to be filled completely...

As I became too sensitive to handle anymore, he withdrew and gently pressed my knees toward my naked breasts, positioning himself at the edge of the bed. With a swift motion, he reached for the bedside drawer, retrieving a condom.

Safe, yes, good boy, safety first.

Why didn't I think of it?

Because you're a hoe deep down to your soul, Lilianna—a little voice in the back of my mind chimed in with its sarcastic commentary.

He seized my ankles and pressed them against his chest, his gaze fixated on my swollen flesh. With one hand, he grasped himself firmly, stroking his big cock as he carefully rolled the condom over it.

"Why wait until twenty-four? Why didn't you fuck anyone sooner?" he inquired, his fingers tracing a tantalizing path between my legs once more.

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but there was no way I was confessing my romantic misadventures. After all, who wants to admit they wasted their time on a guy who turned out to be secretly gay and then publicly humiliated them on prom night?

"I guess I just never stumbled upon Mr. Right," I quipped, offering a safe and sanitized response.

He raised a dark eyebrow, his gaze piercing. "And you think I'm the right guy?"

I shook my head, my hands instinctively drifting to squeeze my breasts. "Nope, I just got tired of searching for Mr. Right and figured I'd settle for Mr. Wrong instead," I retorted with a smirk.

His lips quirked into a half-smile, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Well, lucky for you, I excel at being the wrong guy," he remarked, his tone laced with a hint of mischief.

I couldn't help but laugh at his response, feeling a surge of unexpected warmth toward him. "Well, I guess that makes two of us then," I replied, a playful glint in my eyes.

His dark eyes blazed with a raw, primal hunger that sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, making my heart race faster than a jackrabbit on steroids.

My usually pale skin flushed with feverish excitement, shimmering with a sheen of sweat that gave it a slick, almost sinful glow. My hips writhed with restless energy, gyrating like a stripper on a pole, unable to contain the carnal desire pulsating through my every nerve ending.

"Ever touched yourself? Played with yourself? Done any penetration?" he asked, his voice thick with barely contained lust, his eyes devouring me hungrily.

I licked my lips, "Why do you wanna know?"

"Because I need to know what I'm dealing with," he replied, spreading my legs wider and pulling me closer to the edge of the bed.

"I've touched myself, but... no penetration," I confessed, my voice trembling with anticipation.

"Fucking hell," he hissed under his breath, his eyes smoldering with primal hunger.

He positioned the crown of his cock against my entrance, applying gentle pressure as he pushed forward ever so slightly.

The moment I felt the tip, a wave of realization washed over me—I was about to lose my virginity. Anxiety crept in, doubts swirling in my mind. This is going to hurt.

He threw my legs over his shoulders, looming over me with a primal hunger in his eyes. Gripping both of my hands, he pressed them firmly into the bed on either side of me, our fingers intertwining in a tight grip that made me smile.

So much for “don't expect me to hold your hand through it.”

He started to ease deeper, the broad head of his cock wedging inside me. My gasp was swallowed by his hungry, insistent lips as he pressed his body closer, sinking his shaft even deeper into my eager flesh.

I closed my eyes as his lips devoured mine, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that mirrored my own. Meanwhile, he continued his slow penetration, each inch of his cock stretching me further than I'd ever been stretched before. With each relentless push, I couldn't help but wonder where it would all end, my body yearning for more even as it struggled to accommodate his thick length.

Just as a tendril of panic began to creep in, he drew back, his smoldering eyes scanning my face intently, searching for any sign of discomfort or distress.

The stretch burned, his size feeling almost too much to handle, but I bit down hard on my bottom lip, refusing to make a sound as his intense gaze remained fixed on my face.

"Relax," he whispered, his voice soft and reassuring.

Swallowing hard, I nodded, forcing myself to release the tension in my body. As I did, I felt the pain intensify—no surprise, given his size—but I gritted my teeth and bore it, determined not to let it show.

When I had taken in as much of his shaft as I could handle, he gave my body a gentle thrust forward but stopped abruptly when I winced in pain.

He drew his hips back, then slowly eased them forward again, and tears stung at the back of my eyes. But I reassured myself, repeating silently, It's okay, Lilianna. You wanted this. It'll be over soon, and you'll emerge like a sexy non-virgin goddess.

He gave another measured thrust, and it was the most painful one yet. I couldn't hold back the cry that slipped from my lips.

"You won't feel much pleasure, not on your first time. You know that, right?" he asked, his voice gentle and understanding.

I nodded, my nails digging into the skin of his hands. "I know," I whispered back, my voice strained with pain.

"Good girl," he murmured, his words both comforting and commanding. Before I could cry out again at the throbbing sting, he silenced me with another kiss, his lips capturing mine in a desperate, consuming embrace.

His tongue danced in perfect synchrony with his thrusts, igniting a fire within me that dulled the pain. My body began to softly rock against the smooth, silky sheets beneath us.

My toes curled over his shoulders, my legs now practically pressed against my own chest as he hovered over me, his angle allowing him to penetrate even deeper. A sheen of sweat glistened on my skin, but I refused to let any tears fall from the slight discomfort.

He thrust his tongue into my mouth, pushing me back onto the bed without withdrawing from inside me. As I lay sprawled in the middle of the bed, he climbed onto his knees, positioning himself between my legs. With a firm grip, he grabbed both of my legs, pressing them together and turning them to the right side, adjusting our position for better leverage and deeper penetration.

His thrusts picked up pace, each one driving me closer to the edge as the pain gradually morphed into pleasure, a transformation evident in the growing arousal reflected on my face.

As I lay on my side, his hand found its way to my ass, kneading the flesh with an almost aggressive intensity, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me with each firm squeeze.

"Better?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

I nodded eagerly, unable to form coherent words as a half-moan escaped my lips.

"Good," he murmured, his tone filled with satisfaction. Without hesitation, he spread my legs apart once more, his hands gripping the nape of my neck as he thrust with such force that I felt his cock in my kidneys.

"Ah," I cried out, blinking to clear my vision. When I glanced down to where our bodies met, I realized he wasn't even halfway inside of me.

He pressed my body down onto his length, and I instinctively gripped his shoulders for support. Slowly, he continued to push himself deeper into me, but I could sense that he still hadn't fully penetrated me.

One of his hands released its grip on the nape of my neck, trailing down my body to firmly grasp my waist. With a powerful thrust, he drove into me, his hands exerting pressure on both my neck and waist, causing my breasts to sway with each movement. Despite the lingering pain, there was an undeniable rush of pleasure coursing through me.

"Holy shit," I moaned, the sensation of pain and pleasure intertwining in a dizzying whirlwind of ecstasy.

His hand abandoned my waist, descending lower until it found my clit, where his thumb began to trace aggressive circles over it.

"Pretty little thing," he sneered in a rough voice, "Starting to regret your decisions?"

I locked eyes with him, a smirk playing on my lips. "Regret? Meeting you is the highlight of my day," I retorted.

His smirk faltered for a moment, surprised by my bold response. But then, a wicked gleam lit up his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, his voice rough with desire. "Should've taken you without a condom, felt every inch of you," he growled, his eyes smoldering with lust.

With each thrust, the tension built, our bodies moving in perfect synchrony as I lost myself in the heat of the moment. Sweat glistened on our skin, mingling with the intoxicating scent of our desire filling the room.

I reached the peak of ecstasy, my body squeezing around him with every beat. He stopped moving, letting out a deep growl, overwhelmed by the feeling of me pulling him in deeper, urging him to give me everything.

He remained motionless as I tightened around him repeatedly, unable to control the waves of pleasure pulsing through me. I could only manage to echo his expletives as my head swayed. His fingers traced a path from my neck to the base of my skull, entwining in my hair and pulling me towards him, forcing me to meet his gaze.

He threw his head back and unleashed a guttural roar as he began to shoot his load into the condom. Only then did he resume pounding into me, thrusting like a wild animal to empty himself completely, his loud grunts filling the room as he unleashed every last drop.

His voice full of pleasure did something to me like it hit all the right places in my brain.

Afterward, he dropped his heavy body over mine, it was to the point of suffocation. I needed it and wanted him to suffocate me even harder.

I lost track of time as our hearts pounded in unison, his rhythmic movements gently rocking us both.

Then, he rolled to my side, swiftly removing the condom, now stained with blood and filled with cum. With a deft movement, he tied it off and tossed it into the bin, a move that impressed me despite the circumstances.

I raised myself onto my elbows and observed a few drops of blood staining the pristine white sheets. It hit me—I had done it. I had lost my virginity.

The realization was almost surreal.

"I can't fucking believe I did it," I blurted out.

I sensed him staring at me from the side. "Guys would've paid top dollar for what you just gave me for free," he rasped, his breath still ragged.

I stared at the ceiling. The weight of what just happened settled on me like a ton of bricks. But strangely, I felt liberated.

He turned towards me, his eyes searching mine. "You okay?" he asked, his voice softer now.

"Yeah," I replied, surprised by the steadiness in my voice. "I think so."

"Thanks for popping my cherry," I grinned.

He chuckled, "Never thought I'd be thanked for that."

I laughed along, "Guess there's a first time for everything."

He rolled onto his side to face me. "So, how was it?"

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Like a rollercoaster ride with extra bumps."

He smirked, "I'll take that as a compliment."

I winked, "You should."

I looked at him but he was already looking at me. Those dark eyes taunted me with everything we had just done.

I nodded, "I know how it goes, I'll now dress up in my own clothes and finally leave your place..."

I sat up while he still lay in the same position and I looked for my clothes all around the room.

"You don't have to," he voiced from behind me.

I glanced at him from over my shoulder and he lifted himself up. He reached out and pushed a strand of my hair away from my face that had clung to my cheek and lip while we were going hard at it.

"Don't want to overstay my welcome," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper.

"I'm a gentleman," he replied, though his eyes told a different story, smoldering with desire, "I won't have you going back to your place alone in the middle of the night after you had just lost your virginity. Stay the night. You can leave in the morning."

I smiled, "Well, who am I to refuse an offer from a gentleman?"

He cupped my face from one side and pulled me closer, before pressing his lips on mine and I immediately kissed him back.

We pulled back and he let me go, getting off the bed. He gestured toward the closet, his naked form unapologetically on display. "Help yourself to anything in there," he said, before heading towards the bedroom door without bothering to cover up.

Just as he reached the door, I stopped him. "You never told me your name..."

"Marco," he replied, pausing in the doorway.

"Marco...?" I repeated, waiting for the full name.

"Costello. Marco Costello," he told me, before leaving the room.