DON’T HURT ME
I’M A vir-gin💦
Rated:🔞+
©️ ILLICTIMAGINATION
✍️ Chapter Two✍️
“We’re here,” Jeremy t©uçhes my shoulder and I almost flin-ch at the contact. Suddenly fear grips my heart. This is happening, there is no going back now, it’s inevitable.
Well here goes nothing. I tell myself as Hails opens the door for me. I get out taking a few de-ep breaths before I follow Jeremy to the entrance.
The minute we step inside the elite h0tel into the reception, I g@sp at the beauty and richness of the h0tel. And I know de-ep inside that it must be expensive to afford, again this tells me that Jeremy must be one rich son of a bastard.
I wondered briefly we-ther he was some sort of celebrity or something.
No Leyla, don’t you dare start wondering about him, he’s led you here for another thing and one thing only.
The woman in the reception flutters her eyes at him briefly and I can tell that I’m not the only one that finds him very attrac-tive. I stay back as he talks briefly to her and then he comes to me and leads me to the elevator. I glance briefly at the receptionist and she gives me a flat smile, I turn my gaze immediately away.
After waiting for a few moments the elevator pings as the door opens and we step inside.
For one fleeting moment I wonder about where his driver went but my wondering soon flees as the elavator door closes and I realise that no one else has gotten in but us.
Once the door shuts, we soon then drift upwards.
Suddenly I find myself g@sping at the atmosphere that has shifted between us. It’s as if an electric pu-ll is drawing me closer towards him.
The minute I stare up at him is when I finally make out the colour of his eyes against those de-ep lashes.
They are grayish blue and I have to take another sharp intake of breath as he gazes down at me in this most S-xy heated look I’ve ever been given by a man. His pupils are dilated slightly and his eyes brood a dark look, a look that affects me in a way I’ve never felt before.
My breathing becomes a h0t p@n-ty mess and while the elevator travels up. I find that we are unconsciously moving closer and closer to each other.
It happens before I’m aware of it.
He stalks at me and suddenly I’m pushed against the wall, his eyes travel greedily but leisurely from the soles of my feet up to my bulging eyes.
Soon enough his hands has found a way to my face and he grips me ha-rd pu-lling my head back so I can look straight at up him. He inches closer, our breaths mingle together, but, before hisl-ips can t©uçh mine the elevator pings to a st©p.
I’m p@n-ting as if I’ve ran a marathon while Jeremy pu-lls me out of the elevator in a quic-k motion. He drags me to his penthouse suite and I have no time to collect the door number before I’m hauled into his room.
Inside, the room is spacious. I count about four doors across a long chandelier coated corridor. It was as if was more of an ap@rtment rather than a h0tel suite.
However, as soon as we are inside and before I could as-sess my surroundings Jeremy has lead me to his be-droom.
“Let’s finish off where we’ve started shall we?” He says huskily.
His voice seems to be calling my libi-do but before I can respond, Jeremy has taken me in his arms. He gives me a one final dark heated look and soon hisl-ips descends upon mine.
They are soft but rou-gh against my softl-ips and I quic-kly find myself k!ss!nghim back with equally undulating lvst.
His ton-gue caras-ses myl-ips, coercing my mouth to open. I let him take no for an answer as he begins to de-epen the k!ss.
The taste of his ton-gue against mine is tantalizing and I’m amazed at how I’m enjoying the feel of it.
All my earlier worries about slee-ping with a stranger soon slide away to oblivion. I’m eager for him to t©uçh me, as if I’ve been craving for his t©uçh for the past eighteen years of my life.
Again this is a rare sudden emotion.
He draws back suddenly leaving me wanting more and we are staring heatedly at each other, anticipating what the other will do.
He li-cks his lowerl-ips and my eyes move down to watch his ton-gue. He moves snake like towards me as he unZi-ps and pu-lls off my jacket.
His sharp intake of breath is unmistakable as his eyes rake all over what I’m wearing.
“Wow, you’re so S-xy in this,” his voice is a strangled m0@n .
I flush at his comment.
He throws my jacket somewhere–I don’t know. I can’t look anywhere else but his eyes. He moves his hands to my arms very slowly leaving tingly s-en-sations after his f!ngers.
He then grips my n£¢k pu-lling me forward and once again hisl-ips crash with mine. He pushes himself to me so that I can feel the evidence of his arou-salfirm and ha-rd against my w@!st.
He st©ps k!ss!ngme to trail k!sses to my n£¢k down to my collar bone, at the same time his hands travel to my full perky brea-sts, he grips them ha-rd against my corset and I almost cry out at the unfamiliar t©uçh.
His hands roams to my back to undo my corset very slowly. I’m becoming increasingly aware of how moist I’m getting between my th!ghs.
Once he’s finished, he pu-lls away the corset, r0ûghly, leaving me ba-re and expo-sed. I fight the urge to wra-p my hands around myself so that I can cover my n-kedness.
He g@sps again as his eyes ogle on my brea-st.
“You br£@st are beautiful Leyla. So full and perky,” He says huskily, almost hungrily as he takes them into a cu-p and then he squee-zes them softly. His thumb and foref!nger pinch at my n!ppl!s and I let a loud embarras-sing gr0@nof plea-sure.
Oh. My. Wo-esh.I can’t even form a proper thought.
He k!sses me once more, his hands never leaving my br£@st as he pushes me lightly on to the be-d.
I lie down flat and limp not sure what to do as he trails k!sses from n£¢k to that one sp©t that makes me squirm. His mouth is at my brea-sts, his ton-gue l@pping my n!ppl!s and I g@sp feeling the s-en-sation travelling all the way down there, between my th!ghs.
His other hand pla-ys with my br£@st as he svçkand tease. I’m squirming and getting h0t in all these new places that I’ve never known I could get this h0t.
I have to admit that it feels quite good but another sane p@rt of my br@in, that is my conscience has to remind me that I am going to lose my vir-ginity to a complete stranger and I’m… enjoying it?.
Surely this is a sign or a beginning of how I will be seen as a who-re. The title I’m despondently bringing myself down to.
However I quic-kly override that p@rt away to let me myself enjoy this one true moment of bliss.
My blood is running wild and hisl-ips are travelling down to my stomach, l@pping and su-cking at my abd0m£n.
His hand trails over my th!ghs, p@rting my legs. His f!ngersfind the lace of my p@n-ties and he effectively cu-ps me, ma-king me g@sp in shock.
What will he do? I ask myself in anticipation.
He ru-bs his f!ngerson me throu-gh the lace and I squirm uncomfortably, at the same time enjoying the unexpected feeling. My insides are liquid@t!ngeven more from his t©uçh and its such a disarming feeling.
“So how do you like it?” He asks, p@n-ting. “You’ve ba-rely t©uçhed me.”
“Like what?” I’m surprised I’ve found my voice.
He st©ps the k!ss!ngmy to look up at me.
“What else?” he frowns.
“Oh…Um…I don’t know,” I whisper.
“What do you mean you don’t know? Do you just allow them fv¢k you in their paces?” He sounds angry.
“Um…I don’t…” I struggle to find the right words. “I’ve never done it.”
Suddenly he laughs, “Funny, is that what you use to get them excited?”
I have no idea why he is laughing and what he means by that, “Um…” I say.
He glares at me, “You’re joking right?”
I swallow the fear as I tentatively shake my head.
“Wait. You are a vir-gin!?” His words splutter out in disbelief.
✍️ Authoress Ricky ✍️
To be continued…
A v!rg!nprostitute?!. What would be Jeremy reaction?