Novel & Cerita The Chad Vs The Virgin

But we survive. Please don't ask the details how, we or me, to be exact, do not know how to explain. "Lisa, please, babe, even just the tip..." Chad was begging me to let him bang my no longer virgin but still tight as fuck pussy. "No, I am not in the mood right now," I sighed. Chad's cock was already sliding on the crack of my ass as he requested, and I granted, laying flat on my tummy in my dorm bed as he rocked his erection on my naked butt.

There's nothing to see, but he has no choice but actually to pretend that he likes looking at the buildings. "It feels great and warm," said Chad as he continued chewing the beef. Ethan looked at him, and he dropped his utensils. "I have been excited and worried for days," said Ethan. "Although Troye has been sleeping here before, we actually didn't sleep together." Chad dropped his utensils too and propped his elbows with his chin on top of his hands. "So, you are telling me that you are still a virgin and that you are worried about us sleeping together?"

Chairman Gu avoided eye contact with him. This was an old secret buried deep within him and there's no way he would spill it.. "Since you don't know what I'm talking about, how about I show you what I mean?" Xavier glanced at Chad and he nodded happily and opened the box filled with torture tools.. "So where do I start from? Should we skin him alive or take out one of his eyes." Chad was getting really excited about it.. He wanted Xavier to praise him after doing a magnificent job on Chairman Gu..

Though she was a virgin, she knew exactly how it was done, thanks to the various adult sites her cousin Claire frequently visited on her computer. But this was the first time she had seen a man doing it live, right in front of her. Not to mention that the man was Ram Jordan—the ridiculously handsome multi-billionaire. And God forbid, he had no idea that she was there. ‘Live… I am seeing this live?’ She whispered again, suddenly feeling like she needed to pee. Her lower abdomen felt tight, and even though she was innocent, she knew this wasn’t something that could be relieved by just going to the bathroom.

I sighed again and shook my head, not wanting to engage in the conversation. “Again, don’t mind him,” Chad chimed in, his smirk widening. “He’s just jealous because he’s an eternal virgin.” I let out a deep breath. Was he in high school or something? “I wouldn’t be jealous if I were sleeping with either of you,” I muttered, eliciting frowns from both of them. Great, they had inflated egos. “I’d much rather die a virgin than have sex with the likes of you,” I replied, savoring the way their faces twisted in offense and confusion.

"While you fool around in bed with another man, you have me repair your hymen. Cheryl, you're quite something." "I... Would you believe me if I say it's all a misunderstanding?" "Do you think I would believe you, my dear Cheryl?" He spat out the words "my dear Cheryl" through gritted teeth. I could sense that my chance came and went. There was no point in struggling anymore. It was a fact that I was not a virgin. Still, I could not let him trample all over me. I pushed him away and swiftly put on a bold front. "So what if I'm not a virgin? You don't want to marry me. Well, I don't want to marry you either.

Her name: Elara Vale. The convent called it an external placement program. An act of gratitude for his generous donations. But Damien knew the truth. It was a transaction. And it intrigued him far more than he’d like to admit. A virgin. A girl who had never been touched, never spoken to a man without a prayer on her lips. A girl who would blush at bare ankles, tremble at coarse language, and bow her head when addressed. She would be his maid. Damien wasn’t a man of faith. But he had rituals of his own. And breaking this one would be deliberate. Exquisite.

Standing up even when it costs you everything. *Yes, I was inexperienced. Yes, she was an expert. That doesn't make me a victim. It makes me someone who found a generous, patient partner who helped me discover myself.* *Yes, we've had sex. Yes, those moments were photographed without our knowledge or consent. That doesn't make us guilty of anything. It makes the person who violated our privacy a criminal.* *I'm not ashamed of my virginity. I'm not ashamed of how I lost it. I'm not ashamed of being in love with someone the world wants to paint as my abuser.*

I cried out as soon as Chad’s tongue swiped gently on my pussy, my legs trembled visibly. Crazy! Wild! I’ve never felt that electrifying sensation before from a guy having his mouth on me. With these guys, I felt like a virgin. Like a newbie to all of these. My waist jerked upward, my hand found his ponytail and pulled, “Mmm…oh, God. This…Mmm…this is crazy,” I murmured, licking my lower lips. “Do not cum…” Chad reminded me, My expression scrunched like one on the verge of bawling. This was unfair!

Then I stopped myself, every muscle burning. “I won’t touch you like this,” I said. “Not when the bond is this raw. Not when you don’t even know what it’s asking from you.” Her voice dropped. “What if I do know?” That nearly broke me. I closed the distance in two strides, hands braced on either side of her, careful not to touch skin. Her heat wrapped around me anyway. Her scent filled my lungs just as the bond screamed approval. “You’re a virgin,” I said, voice low and shaking. “And I will not be the one who takes that from you while the world is still shaking under our feet.”