Chapter 2 - The Virgin

Lilianna

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It wasn't some dingy hotel room.

It was his damn penthouse. We barely made it to the elevator before he was all over me.

He grabbed the back of my legs and hoisted them around his waist, pinning me against the cold elevator wall. His lips ravaged my neck and collarbone with a hunger that bordered on desperation as if he hadn't tasted pleasure in years.

His hands roamed possessively over my body, igniting a wildfire of sensation wherever they touched.

My eyelids fluttered shut, my lips parting in a silent gasp as pleasure washed over me in waves, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

I had this guy in high school, but he was a total wet blanket. He always kept his distance, acting like touching me was against the law or something. And forget about getting frisky—he had more excuses than a kid with a late homework assignment.

Prom night was supposed to be our big night, he promised me that we'd both lose our virginities on prom night but guess what happened?

On prom night, he dropped the bomb: "I'm gay," he said, and that put everything in perspective. And you know what's the kicker? He went and lost his virginity to some dumb jock from school.

I spent prom night bawling my eyes out, and that misery carried on for a whole damn year. Single, still a virgin, and feeling like the world's biggest loser. Then, on my nineteenth birthday, I said screw it and hit up a nightclub with my girls. Made a bet with my friends: no matter what, I was gonna find some hot stranger and get rid of my virginity. Yeah, that's right. Not lose it, but kick it to the curb.

And there he was, this brooding, darkly handsome guy, like something out of a damn romance novel was going to help me with it.

"Fuck, you're fucking hot," he grasped, and the compliment made me smile.

My dress rode up, exposing every inch of my thighs. I bit back a moan as his tongue traced a path down my neck, the heat of his hard cock pressing against my soaked thong.

And yeah, I came prepared for this moment...

He grunted like I was driving him crazy, grabbing handfuls of my bare ass under my dress. Taking control, he guided my body, rubbing my pussy up and down his impressive shaft with a hunger that matched my own.

"I need to feel my cock buried deep inside you," he hissed, his grip on my ass so tight it made me let out a loud, surprised moan.

The elevator doors slid open, and he carried me into his upscale apartment, my heart racing with anticipation.

"Bed or couch?" he murmured, his breath sending shivers down my spine as he brushed his lips against the sensitive skin of my neck as if he couldn't get enough of me.

I exhaled heavily, "Bed," I breathed out, and he chuckled softly against my skin.

Okay, maybe I was eager to get rid of it, but I didn't want to go all out crazy about it.

He kicked open the bedroom door and strode inside, effortlessly carrying me as if I weighed nothing. Damn, this man was built like a freaking beast.

"Fuck," I gasped as I felt his cock twitch between my legs.

He lowered me onto the bed with unexpected gentleness, not the rough toss I had half-expected.

Hovering over me, his smoldering gaze sent shivers down my spine, intensifying the already overwhelming arousal pulsing through my veins. Was it the fact that I was still a virgin, or was it simply the fact that he was undeniably, irresistibly good-looking?

He trailed kisses down to my breasts, his lips finding my hardened nipple through the fabric of my dress.

Oh my god.

No one had ever sucked on my nipples like that before. I moaned and arched my back, silently begging for more of his intoxicating touch.

My eyelids drooped, and I pressed my head back into the plush mattress as he ravaged me. His tongue swirled over me, licking and nipping my nipple through the thin fabric of my dress, the material stretched taut over my breasts. It clung to my skin as he wet it with his saliva, his grip on my waist becoming tighter and tighter as his erection throbbed harder between my legs.

His hands, rough yet oddly gentle, impatiently tugged my strapless dress down my body, causing it to bunch around my waist. In an instant, my black underwear and bare breasts were fully exposed to his hungry gaze.

His brown eyes gleamed with desire as they trailed over my exposed form, drinking in every curve and contour. "You're breathtaking," he murmured, his hands planted firmly on either side of me. Leaning in, he gently nibbled the underside of my breast, sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through my body.

I gasped in ecstasy as he enveloped my nipple with his warm, velvety lips, sucking with an intensity that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. It was as if I were his sole obsession, his hunger insatiable.

Oh fuck.

I had never imagined it could feel this fucking amazing.

He traced the edges of my tight, ridiculously sensitive peaks with sinful precision, the sound of his wet, smacking tongue echoing throughout the room. I lost track of time as he devoured me, his relentless attention sending electric shocks of pleasure from my tits straight to my dripping pussy.

His hand greedily seized my other breast, squeezing it with a force that bordered on pain. I couldn't help but arch off the bed, my body responding eagerly to his relentless assault on my sensitive flesh. My hands found refuge in his thick, dark locks, fingers disappearing into his hair as I clutched him tightly, raking my nails across his scalp in a desperate plea for more.

"Oh fuck, this feels incredible," I gasped, my voice laced with shock as a shudder rippled through my entire body.

"Fuck yeah?" he growled roughly against my nipple, his breath hot against my skin.

He released my nipple with a teasing bite, his lips trailing lazily up my neck as he seized my breasts with both hands, squeezing them with a possessive fervor.

He sucked on my neck, as he toyed with my breasts, kneading them roughly in his hands as if they were his personal playthings. His fingers dug into the soft flesh, twisting and pinching my sensitive nipples until I squirmed beneath him, unable to contain the moans of ecstasy escaping my lips. With each tug and pull, he pushed me closer to the edge of madness.

I hissed and trailed my palms down his chiseled torso, my fingers tingling with anticipation as they glided over the ridges of his muscles. My hands greedily explored every inch of his solid frame, reveling in the heat radiating from his body. I couldn't resist the urge to press myself against him, my palms eagerly seeking out the bulge in his pants as I teased and taunted him with my touch.

I was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, my body ablaze with desire like never before. It was as if every nerve ending was on fire, yearning for his touch. My nails dug into his chest, a desperate attempt to ground myself as he slammed his lips onto mine.

His tongue tasted of bourbon, the same flavor that lingered on his lips from earlier. Normally, I despised the taste of bourbon, but on him, it was strangely enticing.

He spun me around effortlessly, his strong hands gripping my waist as if I were a mere toy to him. With a swift movement, he turned me onto my stomach, raising my ass up and pressing my face into the soft, white sheets.

I gasped as his hand came down hard on my ass, the sting spreading heat through my body. Then, his fingers traced along the curve of my pussy from behind. In one swift motion, he slid my thong down my legs, leaving it tangled around my knees, which were pressed firmly against the bed. With a firm grip on my hips, he lifted my ass even higher, exposing me completely to his hungry gaze.

I bit my lip in anticipation, eagerly waiting for his next move. His middle finger traced teasing circles around my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. My legs threatened to give out beneath me, but he gripped my ass firmly with both hands, pulling it up and keeping me steady as he continued to explore my soaked folds.

My eyes widened as he spread my asscheeks apart with a primal hunger, exposing my most intimate parts to his gaze. A devilish grin spread across my lips as I realized what was about to happen - I was finally going to lose my virginity, and I was ready for it. I had gone the extra mile to prepare, getting a vagacial to ensure I smelled clean and fresh down there, like lavender-infused temptation begging to be devoured.

My breath hitched as he spat on my tight holes, the raw, animalistic act sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins. I squirmed against his firm hold, feeling his saliva trickle down between my spread cheeks and into the eager heat of my slit, lubricating me for what was to come.

Before I could even process what was happening, his warm tongue delved into my dripping pussy, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My back arched involuntarily as I moaned in ecstasy.

"Oh mio Dio..."

My fingers clawed at the bedsheets as his grip on my asscheeks hardened, spreading them wider as he plunged his skilled tongue deep inside me. Waves of intense pleasure surged through me, causing every muscle in my body to tense and quiver with ecstasy. With each long, deep stroke of his tongue, I felt myself becoming overwhelmed with pleasure.

I fucking love this, I fucking love sex...

I gasped as his hand came down hard on my left cheek, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure racing through me. His thumbs roughly spread my pussy open, as his tongue continued its magic.

I clawed at the sheets, a primal cry escaping my lips as he expertly worked his tongue, alternating between penetrating me deeply and licking me from top to bottom.

"Fuck, you sexy little thing..." he growled against my skin, as he inserted a finger inside me, causing me to quiver with pleasure. If I hadn't been soaking wet, it would have been a tight fit, but his finger slid effortlessly into my slick warmth.

The room was filled with the wet, erotic sounds of his finger plunging in and out of my dripping pussy from behind. I was soaking wet, lost in a state of ecstasy as he expertly finger-fucked me.

"Santo cielo, santo Cielo..." I moaned recklessly.

His tongue ravaged me, assaulting my throbbing clit as his finger mercilessly pounded into me. With three long, wet licks from my ass to my pussy, he growled deep from his chest, flipping me onto my back again with brute force.

He rose to his feet at the edge of the bed, shedding his clothes with a primal urgency. While he undressed, I quickly peeled off my dress, feeling a flush of embarrassment as it bunched around my waist.

Damn... he was flawless, like ridiculously flawless and sculpted. I had a thing for guys who put effort into their bodies, the definition, the lines, the details, it was all so damn hot. But those tattoos, those damn tattoos made my pulse quicken, especially that skull inked on his right pec, I had this urge to run my lips over it.

The way his jawline cut sharply, accentuating his rugged masculinity, sent shivers down my spine. And his lips... oh, those lips looked like they were sculpted by the gods themselves, inviting and dangerous all at once. Every inch of him oozed confidence and sex appeal, and I found myself completely captivated.

He unbuckled his belt and discarded his pants, revealing his swollen cock standing proudly before me. My cheeks flushed as I gazed at his hard member, hanging heavily between his muscled thighs. It was the first real cock I had ever seen, and it was impressive in size.

He was massive and from base to tip, he was so thick and smooth I just wanted to wrap my hands around it and feel every inch inside me.

My pussy throbbed as I imagined myself doing it, feeling every inch of that massive cock filling me up and stretching me wide.

"Do you want to touch it?" he asked, his voice dripping with lust, the question hanging heavy in the air like a dirty secret.

I bit my lip, feeling a shameful rush of desire course through me at the mere thought.

He reached out to me and said, "Give me your hand."

I hesitated for a moment before tentatively extending my hand towards him.

In one swift motion, he yanked me up from the bed, pulling me into a sitting position with him.

He guided my hand toward his cock with a firm grip, and as soon as my fingers made contact with his throbbing length, I couldn't help but gasp. It felt so foreign yet exhilarating. He enveloped my hand with his, guiding me in the rhythm of his strokes, back and forth, back and forth. Mesmerized, I watched as his cock twitched and pulsed in my hand, succumbing to his control.

"You are beautiful..." I said.

The compliment elicited a low chuckle from him, but I paid no mind as I took control. Ignoring his guidance, I gripped his cock firmly and began to move my hand faster, my gaze fixated on the glistening pre-cum dripping from the tip of his cock.

"Touch yourself while you stroke me," he commanded, his voice dripping with authority.

Without hesitation, I obeyed, trailing my other hand between my legs and teasing my clit with small circles as I continued to stroke him. Lost in the heat of the moment, I felt an overwhelming urge to taste him, to feel him on my tongue. Opening my mouth, I sucked off the glistening pre-cum from the tip of his cock, eliciting a primal groan from deep within him.

"Fuck, I need to be inside of you," he growled, his voice rough with desire as he pushed me back onto the bed.

He seized both of my legs and yanked me to the edge of the bed, my legs wide apart as he stood between them. My heart raced as he grabbed hold of his thick cock and guided it along my dripping slit, coating himself in my arousal.

As his throbbing cock pressed against my entrance, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with nervousness. This was it—the moment I had been waiting for, the moment I would finally lose my virginity to this incredibly handsome stranger in his bed.

"Yes, yes, yes!" my mind screamed with anticipation.

But as his tip nudged against my entrance, a twinge of apprehension shot through me. I think I should tell him before things went too far and he inadvertently hurt me. Squirming slightly beneath him, I summoned the courage to voice my concern.

"Wait—wait..." I managed to gasp, my voice dripping with neediness.

He paused, his gaze fixed on my face, confusion clouding his handsome features. His heavy cock remained wedged between my pussy lips, poised for entry.

"I need to tell you something..." I finally blurted out, my breath hitching.

He shifted his hips slightly, the tip of his cock teasing my clit as he slapped it against me. "Can't it wait?" he grunted, his desire evident in his voice.

I bit my bottom lip, the urgency of my confession overwhelming me. "I'm afraid it can't..." I murmured, my heart pounding in my chest.

A furrow appeared between his brows, his gaze searching mine. "What is it, beautiful?"

My cheeks flushed even hotter, the heat spreading down my body as I whispered, "I'm a virgin..."