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“You’re not a virgin,” he spat as he hammered into me angrily. As if I’d done something wrong, as if knowing I’d been with someone else had offended him. A small part of me liked the idea of him being jealous, no, that was a lie. A big part of me liked that he might be jealous, but he had no right. With the way he was fucking me, there was no chance in hell that he was a virgin.

“You weren’t either,” I moaned loudly as he fucked my sore cunt. I’d meant to hiss at him, but failed at even being angry. Jealousy pricked at my heart as his grip on my wrists tightened to the point of hurting. I tried and failed to break free, no matter how hard I tried, he wouldn’t let me go. The sounds of his balls slapping against my body only pushed me further towards the edge. I swallowed and tried again, putting as much venom into my voice as I could manage. “Just how many woman have you been with? How many have tasted you? Don’t be a fucking hypocrite,” I seethed.

“Who have you been giving this pretty