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Chapter 41: Rated 18

last update Huling Na-update: 2025-03-03 19:38:31

     LYRIC SPENCER POV ( R18)

    Chapter 41: This chapter is R18

    As Gavin's lips touched mine, I felt a rush of emotions I'd never experienced before. It was like my whole world had come to a standstill, and all that mattered was the sensation of his lips on mine.

    I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, and he responded eagerly. His tongue explored my mouth, sending shivers down my spine.

    As he carried me to the living room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. I'd never been this intimate with anyone before, and I wasn't sure what to expect. I was a bit scared about going through with this.

    As he trailed kisses down my neck, I shivered with pleasure. His hands roamed over my body, sending sparks of electricity through my veins. I arched my back, pressing myself against him, and he groaned with desire.

    "I want you, Lyric," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "All of you."

    Suddenly, Gavin pulled back, his chest heaving with desire. He looked at me with eyes that burned with passion, and I knew that I was in trouble. I was falling for him, hard, and I wasn't sure if I could ever go back.

    "Lyric," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I want to make love to you. I want to feel your skin against mine, to taste your lips, to be inside you."

    He carried me again, my legs wrapped around him as he brought me to my room. The room was dimly lit. He pressed me against the wall, his lips leaving fiery marks down the collarbone of my neck. I found myself panting and moaning with every touch of his.

    He carried me to the bed, slowly placing me in my bed. I crept back, panting. Joining both of my hands together, Gavin pressed my hand above my head. He pulled his shirt over his head, and I was left with the amazing view of his body.

    This was getting real. I was going to lose my virginity to Gavin. He pulled me up to a seated position, pulling my dress off my body. I felt the cold wind from the window touch my breasts as they were exposed.

    I brought my arms to cover them, but he caught them.

    "You are so beautiful, Lyric. Please don't cover yourself up."

    He pushed me to lie on the bed while his fingers roamed from the midline between my breasts to my panties.

    He kissed my stomach, and I felt a shiver on my body. Gavin spread my legs wide open, his teeth biting the top of my pants. He pulled them out of my vagina with his teeth, slowly pulling them down to my knees.

    My whole body came to a stiff halt when his fingers opened up my vagina and blew into it. I looked down to realize I had not shaved. This was so embarrassing, but Gavin didn't seem to mind.

    His index fingers roamed from my pubic bone to my vulva, and I gasped when he touched my clitoris. He pulled my legs closer to his, and I felt air leave my lungs at the sight of his penis. It was massive and long. I wondered if it would fit inside me.

    "Don't be worried, we'll fit like a jigsaw puzzle."

    Before I could comment, I felt his tongue lick my clitoris. I froze. His continued action had me whimpering like a little kid, his other hand massaging my breast too.

    It was blissful magic. The kind of pleasure that words could not describe. I found myself shivering on the bed with his every touch. I did not want it to end.

    Every second, I could feel myself getting wetter with each of his touches. Gavin was eating me out like I was his favorite meal, and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it so much that I pressed down his head onto my vagina. I didn't want him to stop.

    Was this how having sex felt like? I felt like I was behind and lacking in such areas.

    When I reached climax, a loud groan escaped from me, and Gavin loved it so much that he laughed with my clitoris on his tongue. He carried me up to him, his mouth wet from my juices.

    "LYRIC SPENCER, you keep surprising me," he teased. I could feel a blush creep to my cheek as I felt his penis rubbing around my vagina. It was turning me on, and I wanted to feel him inside me already. I wanted him inside me.

    "Are you ready?"

    I nodded frantically, not wanting to waste any more time. My arms wrapped around his back to show how much I wanted him.

    "Five, four, three, two..."

    For some reason, he began counting.

    "One." I noticed fireworks spreading across the air from my window before I could say anything, and he pushed inside me. I screamed.

    He kissed me passionately, drowning out my voice. "Happy New Year, Spencer!"

    I could not even bring myself to respond in any kind of way because Gavin had started moving inside me. He began slowly and brought it up to the last. I could only moan into his mouth, shaking shamelessly under him.

    As Gavin moved inside me, I felt a rush of emotions and sensations that I'd never experienced before. The pain of losing my virginity was still there, but it was overshadowed by the pleasure of having Gavin inside me.

    I moaned into his mouth, my body shaking with pleasure as he thrust deeper and harder. His lips were still locked on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth as he made love to me.

    I felt like I was losing control, like my body was taking over, and I was just along for the ride. But at the same time, I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be.

    Gavin's hands were everywhere, caressing my skin, squeezing my breasts, and grasping my hips. His touch was like fire, burning me up from the inside out.

    As he moved faster and harder, I felt myself building towards another climax. I moaned louder, my body shaking with pleasure as Gavin thrust deeper.

    Suddenly, I felt a rush of pleasure wash over me, and I screamed out in ecstasy. Gavin's lips were still locked on mine, and he swallowed my screams as he continued to thrust inside me.

    As I came down from my climax, I felt Gavin's body tense up, and he let out a loud groan. He thrust inside me one last time, and then he collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving with exhaustion.

    I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as we both caught our breath. I felt a sense of happiness and contentment wash over me, and I knew that I had made the right decision.

    As we lay there, I realized that I had given Gavin my virginity, but he had given me so much more in return. He had given me my first kiss, my first orgasm, and my first experience with intimacy.

    "Happy New Year, Gavin," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Just as I reached out to hold him, Gavin rolled out of bed. He picked up his clothes from the floor and began putting them on.

    I was confused by his actions. I looked at my phone; it was just fifteen minutes past one o'clock.

    Where was he going? I tried calling out to him, but my words could not come out. Once again, my disability made me feel worthless.

    Gavin must have read my mind because he tossed a glance my way. I watched his shoulders sag. He came over and kissed me on my forehead. "Good night, Lyric. I should leave now."

    I stood on the bed, in my naked state, not feeling an ounce of shame. I needed to know where he was going and why it was so important that he had to leave me. I thought we were going to cuddle afterward till the next morning, like other couples.

    Then, Emilia's words echoed in my mind: "Don't mistake your physical relation for love. Gavin can make a rock fall for his charm. Don't be silly!"

    Tears pricked my eyes, and I fell back onto my bed, covering myself with the sheets while he opened the door and left.

    Outside, a loud firecracker exploded in the sky, spelling out the year "2025." Fat, hot tears ran down my cheeks. And that was it - I lost my virginity to Gavin Hawkins, and he broke my heart in the same night.

    Author's Note:

    I want to emphasize that this is a work of fiction. I would never support or encourage anyone to compromise their values or give up something precious, like their virginity, over a debt or any other external pressure.

    From my perspective, and in line with my personal values, the experience of intimacy for the first time should be special. It should be shared with someone who will make it a memorable and cherished experience, not someone who might lead to regret.

    As someone once wisely said, "Sex is not something you do, but a place you go."

    So, choose someone who will make the experience magical, not just for one night, but for nights to come. Someone who will treat you with love, kindness, and care.

    Thank you for reading, my lovelies! Lyric is young and naive, but I hope you'll stay with her as she grows and learns.

    XOXOXO

    Stay happy!

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