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Don’t hurt me I’m a v!rg!nepisode 20

DON’T HURT ME
I’M A vir-gin💦
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©️ ILLICTIMAGINATION
✍️ Chapter Twenty✍️
Just a little warning this chapter will contain S-xual content and if that’s not your thing plea-se don’t complain you have a right to choose not to re-ad it!
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Jeremy drives us out the east and heads down south and for a moment I wonder if he’s taking us back to his h0tel but when he blatantly miss the road to that [email protected] of town and takes the road to the freeway, my curiosity piques.
Where are we going?
Don’t look to me like I have any answers! My inner voice shrugs.
I immediately berate myself for having a conversation with myself. I’m not crazy.
“Where are we going?” I ask him.
He gazes at me from the corner of his eyes, his whole face beaming with a knowing sm-irk.
“Just a place.” He answers.
I frown at that, it’d been twenty minutes since we left and we were now heading towards the outSk-irts of town.
My frown is str!pped off my face when Jeremy blatantly places his hand on my knee while the other stays on the steering wheel.
“What?” He asks, innocently as if unaware of how effective his hands were on my knees.
His f!ngerson my knee travels slowly, steering toward my th!gh, tracing delicately throu-gh the fabric of his sweat [email protected] Even the layers of fabric do not elude the heat I feel radiating from his t©uçh.
Immediately I cross my legs as the ache from before stirs suddenly. In the process of crossing my legs I effectively tra-p his hand between my th!gh and the friction of his hand makes the fabric rub against my heated flesh.
My breathing hitches and begins its frantic [email protected], all the while Jeremy stares at the road with a mischievous sm-irk on his face.
“If only you were wearing a Sk-irt or a dress.” He cast me a heated look.
I gulp. “It wouldn’t make a difference.” I dare tell him.
The heat in his eyes intensifies as he gazes at me and I’m most affected by the look.
“Eyes on the road, Jeremy.” I sm-irk. The tables have turned.
I watch as he swallows ma-king his Adam’s apple do a fl!pand then he swiftly casts his eyes back on the road whilst cussing.
“You’re exasperating.” He smiles as he shakes his head. “Simply maddening.”
I smile secretly at my audacity.
“Do you have any idea the effect you’re infusing on me now?” He looks at me quic-kly before returning his eyes on the road.
I shake my head.
He surprises me by taking my hand and placing it on his [email protected], moving it towards his ever-growing bulge.
I gulp again for the second time, unsure of what to do when my hand stays there.
“That’s the affect.” Jeremy says as he gazes heatedly at me.
“fv¢k!” He hisses when I move my hand over his bulge.
I don’t know what makes me do it and I don’t know where the courage I’m having now is coming from but by the strained effort to compose his face as I move my hands on him, simply initiates my next move.
I begin ru-bbing against the fabric of his jeans. His breath hitches at the contact and this only makes me increase in effort. I’m aware of my own breathing rate increasing.
The ache inside me churns. The de-sire I feel clouds my thoughts, all I can think about is having him inside me. This only makes my [email protected] [email protected]£ even more.
“St©p. God, do you want us to have an accident?” He hisses and then takes hold of my hand and pushes it back to my own [email protected]
I pout at him but inside I’m turned on like there’s no tomorrow.
He gazes dangerously at me but there’s also de-ep lvst in his eyes. The pu-ll between us is so thick and heavy that I feel that the whole closed space of his car is heating up by it.
I’m simply consumed by him, that when he retracts his gaze back at the windshield, my breathing is heavy. I cross my legs ever so ti-ghtly in an effort of squee-ze out this ache.
However it’s within minutes that the car st©ps on some remote land where only one house resides.
Jeremy unbuckles my seat belt and pu-lls me to his [email protected] so quic-kly that I find myself sitting astride on his [email protected] with both of my hands resting on his che-st in seconds.
In this position we are face to face and he doesn’t take a moment of recollection before he advances hisl-ips on my mine. I let out a small [email protected] of plea-sure and he takes this as an advantage to implant his ton-gue in my mouth.
My hands move along his che-st tracing up to his n£¢k. I draw my arms around his n£¢k to pu-ll him closer and his hands roam my back. The increasing arou-salin his jeans rubs against the material of his sweat [email protected] I’m wearing.
I [email protected] when his hands move un-der the hem of his t-shi-t and contact with my ba-re skin. I remember that I’m not wearing any [email protected] so his hands move freely on my back without any restrictions.
“God, I want you so much. Right now. In my car.” He gro-an s when his head buries on my n£¢k as he plants k!sses there.
“What’s st©pping you?” I’m alre-ady breathing as if I’m having an asthma attack.
He growls, the sounds reverberating against the skin of my n£¢k which in turn s£nds tingles firing up my nerve endings.
“Maybe not today. Come, let’s go.” He orders as he opens the driver’s door and swiftly untangles himself from me as he gets out.
He holds out his hands for me to take while his eyes studies me.
“You’re only in socks?” His gaze lingers on my feet.
What?
I have completely forgotten that Matthew had dragged me out of Greta’s [email protected] without any shoes.
I bite my l!pas I stare up at Jeremy’s disapproving face. Then his eyes move to myl-ips and his gaze liquefies with heat.
He clenches his jaw and then suddenly lifts me up into his arms bridal style. I skrie-k from the surprise. I clasp my arms around his n£¢k to keep from falling but in doing so I move my face closer to his n£¢k.
He pu-lls me out of his car and I face what seems to me to be the biggest mansion I’ve ever la-id eyes on.
In the dark, the exterior itself is stunning,with greyish blue paint. The colour that reflected his eyes. It made s-en-se that he’d paint his mansion this colour.
I have no time to really @ssess the whole building when Jeremy hurriedly leads us to the porch. I gaze up two pillars architecturally crafted to give the walk-in a more medieval look to it. They guard the dark brown mahogany door.
Once we inside the house, the grand two sets of stairway which curve together to meet in the middle catches my attention before Jeremy set me down.
“Wow.” I gape, transfixed at the crystal chandelier shinning with diamond lights. Just below it, right un-der the curve of the stairs, there’s coffee table holding two extremely delicate vases which have wild flowers on it. Beyond the entrance there’s another entryway made of double [email protected] doors leading to whatever is beyond that room.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” Jeremy says as he gazes down at me with a look of wariness.
“It’s… wonderful.” I’m simply awestruck at the luxury in front of me.
“Is this your place?” I ask as I shift my gaze up to him.
He sm-irks at me while he nods. Both my eyebrows arch.
How rich is he?
“But it gets lonely here, so I tend to stay in town more often.” He continues.
“Then who looks after it?”
“Mr and Mrs Brown.” He shrugs.
“The hired help?”
He nods.
I frown.
“What?”
“So they’re here?” My curiosity piques.
He laughs indulgently. “No, I gave them a day off, they’re not exactly inside the house.” He explains.
“Oh.”
What a change of t©pic. I think. Then I realize something.
“So you must’ve have known that I will come with you?” I [email protected]
He sm-irks, “I hoped.”
I stare at him for a moment, my mind wondering so so-rely what I possessed to make him want to take me here of all places. He wants me to be in his house, this mansion instead of a simple h0tel?
My thoughts disappear when he cups my chin. “What are you thinking?”
I shake my head.
“Tell me.”
✍️To be continued ✍️

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