DON’T HURT ME
I’M A VIRGIN💦
✍️ Chapter Four✍️
Warning! this chapter might contain scenes you don’t like; read at your own risks.
The door closes behind me and I turn around nervously to gauge his reaction. He leans against the door, staring heatedly and at the same time impassively down at me.
“Tell me, how are you a virgin?” He asks.
I’m surprised by his question, of all things he can say to me, this is what he chooses. Not even an explanation to why he lashed out at me.
I shrug at him, staring up at his intensive eyes.
“But you’re a whore?” He growls angrily, making me look up at him briefly before I turn my gaze away, “Aren’t you?” he asks as he sees my reaction.
After everything he’s put me through, he still manages to be angry to me. I can’t quite blame him, he sees me as whore because he picked me up in a “whore station”.
“Today is my first time,” I tell him, my voice a whisper. Ugh, I hated how my voice sounded right now.
“Your first t-time,” his voice cracks in utter shock. Suddenly
Why is he still angry at me for?
“So, what? You just thought you’d lose your virginity as a prostitute?” He frowns at me.
I shrug intimidated by his anger.
“You are not serious!” He looks at me in disbelief. “But why?” there’s trace of curiosity in his voice.
“I don’t have a choice,” I say faintly, catching his grayish blue eyes which are now more gray and I wonder if it’s due to the fact that he is angry or the due to the dim lightning of the room.
“Everyone has a choice Leyla,” he says calmer now.
I shake my head, “Not me,” I whisper.
He cocks his head to one side, regarding me and he frowns slightly but his frown is not aimed at me anymore.
“How old are you?” He asks, tensing up a little as he waits for my answer.
A thought tells me I should lie to him, giving that he has already thrown me out before. But then again honesty is best form of developing trust.
“Eighteen,” I tell him, anxiously waiting for another hissing fit.
He breathes out a sigh of relief. His previous anger seems to have somehow fled.
He looks down at me but the frown has left his face. Its replaced
This is it, I’m compelled to tell him now and so I begin by, “My life is a mess–”
He snorts, “Everyone’s life is a mess.” He moves closer to me and I move backwards, afraid of his closeness.
“At least not as bad as mine,” I say.
“Well, I doubt it,” he shrugs, taking a step forward, making me take a step back until my back is against the wall.
“You didn’t let me finish,” My voice comes out husky, affected by his masculinity.
“Please, continue.” He gestures with his hand before pinning his hands on wall, making me squirm as his eyes brood that dark look that ignites my insides.
I try clearing my throat as I begin.
“I never knew my parents. The woman who gave birth to me, dumped me on the nearest foster home the minute I was born. That’s where I spent my childhood…” I take breath.
I cannot believe I’m going to tell a stranger this, not just any stranger but a handsome stranger whom I’ve come this close to nearly sleeping with for money but then to have him throw me out of his hotel room because somehow he didn’t like fact that I’m a virgin.
But the way he stares at me, with a frown now on his face–not aimed at me for once–encourages me to go on.
“…Little did she know the foster home was a fraud. There was a reason why nobody got adopted. The man who owned the place was a fraud,” I gasp as he inches closer to me his nose almost hitting mine.
I hesitate, almost forgetting what I’m talking about, “Um…he never allowed the children to be adopted. He only kept us for his solitary confinement, he mistreated us,” I gasp again but this time its forlone as I remember the loss, the cries, the beatings. I shiver involuntarily.
Jeremy finally shifts away from me, giving me space to breath. I catch a genuine concern on his face, “Leyla?”
I breathe out. “You wanted to know–”
“You don’t have to,” he cuts me, taking both of my hands.
I shake my head, looking at him in confusion. Why the sudden change of track, I thought he wanted to know.
“I’ve already started…” I say in defence.
He nods for me to continue.
“So that’s where I spent twelve years of my life. Only school was my escape. Sometimes it got a point that the teachers had to force me to leave the school grounds,” I blink the tears that were now forcing their way to release themselves.
“By the time High School came, I was a mess, the pressure of getting good grades under the stress of being bullied by my fellow contemporaries as well as having no home… well, it got to me. But in the end I made it through. I ended up with decent grades. But, the fact still remained that I was homeless. It meant that I was deprived of getting a job, going to college and having these opportunities to change my life. I was a beggar. I was forced to visit charity shops and ask for a sleeping place, but who could trust a street girl? No one.”
I look up to see if he was still listening and I almost gasp at the intensity of his gaze. The blue of his eyes gleam with a concern mixed with awe.
“I’m sorry,” his voice is barely audible and he clears his throat.
“No, I don’t want your pity,” I whisper inaudibly.
He presses his lips together, frowning. “So, now you want to become a prostitute?” He retorts.
“Well I have no choice but to.” I shrug, frowning at him slightly.
He looks at me warily but the intensity of his gaze makes me squirm uncomfortably. It’s reminding me of how his touch felt against my body, his lips against mine. He moves closer again, his hands pining on the wall on either side of my face, trapping me as he leans down.
“You know, I’m still trying to figure out how a girl like you is a virgin.” He says huskily, his body so close I could feel my breath mingling with his.
A warm shiver runs through my body, making the hairs on my skin stand.
“A girl like me?” I have to ask this.
“Yes you. You’re too beautiful, why hasn’t any boy taken advantage?” He asks rhetorically.
I gasp in shock; did he just call me beautiful?
“I’m not beautiful, I’m trash,” I mumble incoherently.
He shakes his head, closing his eyes as he breathes out, “You have no idea do you?”
His lips smashes with mine, completely cutting me off. I’m still processing what is happening before I find myself unexpectedly responding to his kiss.
My hands find their way to his hair and they fist on him, pulling him closer toward me.
The earlier spark that developed between us before returns and this time it boils with a new intensity that when we stops to catch our breaths, my heart is beating so fast I think it’s going to grind through my ribs.
We pant the same breath as we stare at each other. My hands are still on his neck and hair and his hands grip my face.
That dark heated look on his eyes pulls me to him, making me grip him tighter pulling him down to a kiss and he groans in his throat, the sound so sexy.
Our kiss deepens once his tongue coils with mine, we taste one another.
He moves one of his hands to my neck as the other impales on my back, effectively pulling me closer to him. The fire between us burns to a thousand degrees, each flicker igniting my body, shaking it and waking it up from wherever it’s been.
He slams me to the wall suddenly and begins the process of ripping my jacket new corset away. He kisses my jaw, trailing soft nips all the way to my neck and collar bone. One of his hands takes hold of my thigh and wraps in around his waist and I gasp in pleasure as I feel his pressing arousal hitting the spot between my legs.
My hands yank on his hair and his mouth leisurely moves down to tease my nipples, sending heat down below that makes me even more wet with need.
Still teasing me, he suddenly kneels down and runs his nose from my length of my knee all the way to the apex of my thigh. It’s so hot that I tilt my hips forward giving him access.
“You smell amazing.” He says as he looks up at me with his heated eyes. I gape at him, drool almost convulsing in my mouth.
Without taking his eyes off me, he slowly pulls off my lace panties down my legs. His fingers trailing over my skin, leaving it boiling with heat.
He gets up suddenly, taking my face in his hands and he kisses me shamelessly and recklessly.
We move without me being aware of it until we find ourselves in his bedroom. He stops once we are at the rear of his bed. His hands tilt my face to meet his.
“Do you want this?” He asks, his eyes gleaming under the dim light.
Butterflies and other sensation churn in my stomach as I nod furtively at him.
He kisses me again, moving his lips to bite my ear lobe and that result in my moaning cry.
“Are you sure?” He asks again, running his hand down my back sending a trail of shivers along my spine.
“Yes.” I almost yell at him.
I feel his smile on neck before he moves away to look at me; his grayish blue eyes are now a deep blue colour that penetrates through me.
I’m quite sure my face emits hues of the tomato red.
Slowly he pulls his shirt of over his head and I stare at his perfect abdominal muscles. I swallow deeply; he has the sexiest body ever.
He pulls the duvet off the bed and then he pushes me slowly on it. He kneels over me, parting my legs so that he’s in between them. His eyes never leave mine.
His hands cup my breasts and he licks and trail nips and kisses from my ribs all the way to down to my navel. I lean on my elbows, my mouth hanging out to see what he’s doing.
His mouth moves dangerously close to that flesh between my legs and once his claims me, I cry out in pleasure, my elbows shaking vigorously.
I feel his tongue toying and playing with me and it’s such weird but tantalizing sensation, I close my eyes to absorb all the pleasure churning deep within.
“Please,” I cry out but he shows no mercy.
He continues his onslaught of licking and tasting me whilst both of his hands cup my breasts, squeezing and rolling his thumbs on my nipples. My body bows as his teeth graze on my clitoris.
The lower part of my body begins tightening, trembling and reaching…to where? I haven’t a clue but my mind has given up to form coherent thoughts. My body is a slave to his mouth.
He rolls his tongue once more and that’s it…my body bows off the bed as I shatter into the most heart wrenching orgasm, calling out his name incoherently in the process.
My heart, mind, body and soul are in seventh heaven, oblivious to what’s happening at the same time trying to grasp reality.
As I slowly become aware of my surroundings, my eyes open to find Jeremy’s staring in wonder at me. I’m quite sure that my expression is the same. He lies naked next to me and my eyes travel eagerly to study his body. I marvel at the length of his erection.
He moves, suddenly, hovering over me as he reaches out to the other side of the bed where the drawer is.
He returns to his kneeling position with a foil packet on his hands. He tears it open and pulls the the latex on his erection. I know I’m staring but I can’t help it.
I’m wondering exactly how he will fit inside me but my thoughts are cut short when he leans down on his elbows, his face inches from me. My heart responds to his proximity, beating ten times as fast.
“Are you sure you want this?” He asks again, his voice so husky and so sexy that I can only nod.
With final comfirmation, he slams into my entrance so painfully that I cry out. That pain soon dulls into oblivion once he stops moving.
“Are you okay?” He asks concerned but his voice soon hisses into a curse as I try moving under him.
I swallow deeply. I’m try to adjust to the alien feel of him inside me. It takes a while to get my bearings but once I’m accustomed to the feel of him I tilt my pelvis up to meet him.
He curses again and takes that as a cue to move. He thrust slowly inside me and yet it still hurts. My cry is a muffle as I bite the back of my hand.
He pulls out again and then this time he thrust harder in me that I cry in distress.
“Sorry… It’s just that you feel so tight! ” he hisses, kissing my mouth. Somehow, I forget the pain.
He moves again and again taking me in his own pace but this time desire for this man unfurls within, I start moving with him.
I know he is taking innocence away but I feel like he’s taking my mind, body and soul to another level. It’s a new unexplored place that only consist of me, him and our passion. The heat between us is so strong it melts all my insecurities. It’s just us boiling together.
Our endless pants match each other as we kiss, touch, move and feel. I’m overwhelmed by it all. In each thrust is my cry out of pleasure and it goes on and on until I feel the familiar tightening and building again. The tightening of my insides only tells me that my orgasm is near.
He moves faster and harder whispering out words of seduction that when he tells me to explode for him. I do. I reach my climax again calling out his name in a gobbled whisper on my lips.
He thrust into me once or twice as he climaxes after, his breath hissing as his pours himself inside me. He then falls beside me with his head on my neck. He kisses me for a final time, holding me close before pulling out of me.
I lay on top of him energy drained, my eyes fluttering to sleep but before I can finally succumb to unconsciousness the only thought that occupies my mind is that; If sex is this good then I can now understand why men pay for it and why women offer themselves willingly.
✍️To be continued ✍️
She lost it to a stranger!!.
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