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Chapter 7: Sold my Virginity.
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2025-09-13 08:06:19
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He took the toy in his hand, his eyes locked on my dripping centre. He didn't use his fingers to tease. He didn't warm me up with his mouth. He just pressed the cold plastic against my entrance, and I gasped, my hips bucking instinctively. "Relax," he murmured, his thumb rubbing my clit in slow circles. "Or it's gonna hurt." I tried to breathe, but the sight of him was so close, so hard, so focused that it was undoing me. He pushed the dildo inside. It slid in easily; the silicone was warm from his hand, stretching me in a way that was familiar yet new. He held it there for a moment, letting me to adjust to the fullness. "Good girl," he praised, leaning forward to nip at the inside of my thigh. "But I want to see if this fits." He began to thrust. Slow at first, testing the rhythm, watching my face intently. I arched my back, the friction sending jolts of electricity straight to my spine. The toy wasn't enough. It was good, but it was a substitute. I needed the real thing. I n
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He didn't make me ask twice. He lifted me off the stool like I weighed nothing, spun me around and bent me over. Cold marble hit my nipples through the open shirt. I heard the soft rustle of his sweatpants hitting the floor. Then the thick, blunt head of him knocking my entrance. I reached back, guiding him. One brutal thrust and he bottomed out. Stretching me so wide that I cried out. He didn't give me time to adjust. Just grip my hips and start fucking me, his skin slapping skin so hard. The island rocking with every stroke. "Look at you," he growled, yanking my hair so I had to watch us in the reflection of the dark mirror. "Bent over your marital kitchen counter. Taking my cock like a desperate little slut." I moaned, pushing back to meet him. Every thrust shoved me against the edge, my nipples dragging across the cold marble. "Please," I whispered. "Joey." He pulled out suddenly, spun me again and dropped me to my knees. I opened my mouth eagerly, and he fed himse
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I woke up sore in all the right places. The storm had passed sometime before dawn, leaving the world a grey and washed-out landscape outside the window. Joey's side of the bed was cold, the sheet twisted and smelling like sex. For one stupid second, my stomach dropped. Like he had taken what he wanted and disappeared into the night. Then, I heard the low hum of a generator outside. The coffee maker gurgling in the kitchen. And the soft clink of a mug on marble. Power was back. He didn't leave. He was just letting me sleep. I rolled out of bed in shaking legs, my skin marked everywhere his mouth and hands had been. Fingerprints bruising my hips, love bites on my breasts, a fresh red mark on my shoulder. I walked into the bathroom and stared at my reflection. I looked like a crime scene. But I looked gorgeous. I reached for the shower, the hot water stinging my skin as I washed away the evidence, but the phantom sensation of him lingered. I pulled out one of Joey's shirts from t
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He didn't stop. He didn't give me a second to breathe. He kept on licking and fingering me through it, drawing it out until I was trembling so hard I thought I would shatter. I tried to crawl away from it, but he held me fast, his arms around my thighs, his tongue merciless. He stood up, spun me around, and lifted me back onto the dresser like I was weightless. The wood hit my lower back, but I didn't care. "Open," he ordered, his voice rough and commanding. I dropped to my knees without even thinking. I was his. I was completely and utterly his. He fed himself into my mouth without hesitation, inch by inch, stretching my lips open, the head pushing against the back of my throat. I choked slightly, tears stinging my eyes, but I took it. I took as much as I could. I moaned around him, hollowing my cheeks, bobbing my head up and down. I was moaning like a pornstar, sloppy and wet, my spit dripping down my chin. He threaded his fingers through my hair, guiding me, fucking my mo
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I was now standing frozen in the kitchen doorway, the glass of wine forgotten in my hand. Rain lashed against the window so hard it sounded like a drum solo, the storm outside mirroring the chaos tearing through my chest. My blouse was soaked through from the sudden dash inside, clinging to my skin like a second layer, outlining my ribs and the curve of my breast. I lasted maybe thirty seconds. Then I was moving, my bare feet slapping against the cold tile. My heart was slamming so loud against my ribs, I could barely hear the thunder outside. I needed him. I needed to feel that rough, calloused hand on my skin, to taste that whiskey on his tongue. I pushed open the master bedroom door. A thin blade of gold light from the hallway cut across the floorboards, and I pushed it wide. Joey stood at the foot of the king-size bed, back to me. He had already kicked off those sweatpants. He stood there completely naked in the candlelight from the bedside lamps, the deep V of his torso e
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The only thing I could remember was the slam of the bedroom door and the sudden, sharp click of the lock. It felt pointed, like a needle piercing my resolve. I leaned back against the wood of the door, my chest heaving with ragged breaths. My skirt was twisted so high on my thigh it bunched up at my hips. My skin felt too tight, stretched over the frantic pulse of my veins. Joey’s words kept looping in my head, low and rough, taunting me. I've been real good for a long time, and I'm getting really tired of it. I couldn't breathe right. I couldn't even think. My mind was a complete and utter blank, filled only with the image of him. All I could do was just slide down the door until my ass hit the thick carpet. My knees fell open like they had a mind of their own, giving him an unobstructed view of everything I was doing to myself. I was soaked. Absolutely dripping. The fabric of my panties was clinging to my skin, dark and translucent against my heat. I reached down, my fingers
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