His Nasty Virgin

I shake my head slowly, sure I’ve heard Shane wrong. “What?”

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your life.” He takes a step toward me. “Tell me that you didn’t enjoy every single second you spent with me.” Another step. “Tell me you were lying when you said you loved me.”

“Please don’t ruin this,” I whisper. “We still have one day left.”

“That’s what I’m saying.” He catches my elbows. “What if we had more than one day?” Shane slowly tows me closer until I’m pressed against his chest. “Stay. Give us a shot.”

“I’ve been single for six days.”

“So?” He skates his hand up my back to dig into my hair and urges my head back so he can kiss the long line of my throat. “Stay.”

I’m losing ground and losing it fast. Letting this man get his hands on me was a mistake if I wanted to have enough energy to fight what he was saying. Still, I try. “You can’t possibly want to fuck again. Max just caught us.”

“And if he was that torn up about it, he’d still be here yelling at us about it.”

Fuck, that hurts. “Cruel.”

“Logical.” Shane keeps kissing my neck. “Come back upstairs, Lily. If you don’t want to talk about it today, we won’t. We can save it for tomorrow.”

I shouldn’t. For better or worse, I’ve accomplished what I set out to do, and staying means something beyond revenge. I can’t stay forever. No matter what Shane is offering, eventually, he’ll come to his senses and then that broken heart chaser will stop being theory and will become my reality.

But I already hurt so much. What’s one more day?

I skate my hands up to loop my arms around his neck. “Yes.”

He hooks the back of my thighs and lifts me so I can wrap my legs around his waist. Shane carries me back up to his bedroom, and I laugh a little as he shuts and locks the door. He gives me a severe look. “I don’t want any more interruptions.”

“Me, either.” I kiss him.

Shane walks us to the bed and lays me down. “If you were mine, I’d want you only in little dresses like this.” He pushes the fabric up just enough to bare my pussy. “You have no idea how crazy it makes me to know that nothing is stopping me from being inside you.”

“Oh yeah?” I prop myself up on my elbows as I watch him strip. I’m not even remotely ashamed to say I give my shoulders a little wiggle so my straps slip off and fall to bare my breasts. “I thought you said I was a little slut for dressing like this.”

“You are. My little slut.” He steps out of his jeans and advances on me. “I’d take you out, Lily. Wherever you want to go. We’d see how long we can last before I’m up your skirt.”

“Mmm.” I reached down and stroke my pussy. “You going to finger me at dinner, Daddy? Take me into the bathroom and have me for dessert?”

He skates his hands up my thighs, watching me dip a finger into myself. “I ought to bend you over the table and fuck you right there in front of everyone.” He squeezes my thighs. “I won’t, though. You’re just for me, Lily. No one gets to know how sweetly you taste or how pretty you are when you come except for me.”

He’s claiming me with his words the same way he’s previously claimed me with his body. I take a shuddering breath. “Shane-”

“A fantasy.” He yanks me to the edge of the mattress. “Let me have my fantasy, baby girl. It’s the least you can do since you’re leaving me.”

“Wait-”

But he talks right over me as he fists his cock and drags it over my pussy. “A thousand fantasies to play out. A million. It’ll never be enough.” I love how much he loves rubbing the head of his cock over my clit, love how filthy it feels. “I wouldn’t even let you wear clothes in the summer. Come home for lunch every day and expect this pussy to be wet and waiting for me. You’ll be a good girl and get your pussy ready for your Daddy, won’t you, Lily?” “Yes,” I gasp.

“That’s right.” He dips the head of his cock into me. “And when I come home in the evening, I want you on your knees and ready to suck me down. Take the edge off my day.”

Oh god. I want it. I want it so bad, it makes me shake.

He pumps into me slowly, easing in a little more each time. “I won’t always finish in that pretty mouth of yours. I’ll come on your tits and then eat that pussy until you’re screaming so loud the neighbors hear.” He sinks even deeper. “Do you want the neighbors to know what a dirty little slut you are?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I fist my hands in the comforter. “I want to ride your mouth while your come is dripping off my nipples.”

Shane stills. “Every time I think that mouth of yours can’t get filthier, you prove me wrong.” He slams the rest of the way into me, making me moan. “What else? Tell me what else you want, baby girl.”

I should stay silent, shouldn’t play this game with him. It’s too seductive to imagine what our life might be like if we didn’t have all the obstacles in the way. But with his big cock filling me, I forget all the reasons this is dangerous to my heart. I just want to please him, want to chase the pleasure already building in my body with each thrust. “I want you to take me out to dinner. Eat me out when you pick me up. Take my panties because I’m your dirty little slut.” I moan, and he slows down, his expression intent on my face. It takes a few seconds to catch my breath to continue. “And then I want you to fuck me in the parking lot. Fill me up with your come so that it’s making a mess of me all through dinner. Every time I move, I’ll feel you and know how bad I am.”

“That won’t be enough for you, though. Will it?” He starts fucking me again, slamming into me over and over again. “You won’t be satisfied with two orgasms. The first time I turn around, you’ll have your hand up your skirt.”

“Your hand,” I moan. “You put your hand on my knee, and I’ll slide it up until you’re fucking me with your fingers.”

“Better be quiet, baby girl. In a room surrounded by people, you can’t come loud and messy like you normally do.”

“I will. I promise I will.”

Shane leans down and slips an arm around my waist so he can move us fully onto the bed. He kneels between my legs and presses my thighs up and out, opening me obscenely. “Look at how greedy your pussy is for my cock.”

Helpless to resist, I look down. His thick length disappears into me again and again. I’m soaked. My pussy, my thighs, his cock. All of it wet with my desire. “So needy,” Shane murmurs. “Tell me again how you’re finished with this cock, how you’ll go the rest of your life without having me inside you again. Tell me you want to walk away.”

Something like a sob works its way up my throat. “Shane, please.”

“Tell me this wouldn’t work, Lily. Tell me that you don’t like how you feel when you’re with me when I’m taking care of you. Tell me you don’t love me.”

A dam breaks inside me and words rush forth. “I do. That’s the problem. I do like all those things. I do love you.” My lip won’t stop quivering and my eyes burn. “I can’t, Shane. It hurts too much. It’s too soon. I just… I can’t. Please don’t make me.”

His expression goes tortured and he shifts down to press his body against mine, to gather me as close to him as we can get. He keeps fucking me in slow, languid strokes, his voice rough with emotion. “You don’t have to, baby girl. Not until you’re ready.” He slips an arm beneath my hips, lifting me so his cock can hit a delicious angle inside me. “But when you’re ready, Lily? I’m going to be right here. No matter how long it takes.” He kisses my neck. “Because I love you, too.”

And then there’s no more room for words. What else is there to say? We’ve both laid it out there on the table. There’s nothing left but pleasure. We both fight our orgasms, fight to finish this, almost as if we know this is goodbye. It’s too good, though. It’s always been too good. I come first, clinging to him, milking him with my pussy until he loses control and pounds into me.

Shane barely pulls out of me when his fingers are there, spearing into me. “It’s not goodbye until morning. Promise me.”

“I promise,” I gasp.

We devolve into mindless animals. He fingers me while we recover and then hauls me into the bathroom to fuck me in front of the mirror. We barely stop touching in the shower and it starts all over again the second we manage to stumble back into the bedroom, Shane bending me over the bed and eating my pussy and ass until I’m sobbing. He fucks my ass again, whispering filthy possessive things in my ear.

I lose track of how many times I tell him I love him.

No matter how strong our will is, our bodies eventually give out and we pass out tangled up in his bed, his hand still cupping my pussy as if trying to milk every last drop of pleasure.

It’s one hell of a goodbye.