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Don’t hurt me I’m a v!rg!nepisode 4

DON’T HURT ME
I’M A vir-gin💦
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©️ ILLICTIMAGINATION
✍️ Chapter Four✍️
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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 [email protected] down at me.
“Tell me, how are you a vir-gin?” 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, ma-king 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 throu-gh, 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 he’s running his hands frantically throu-gh his hair as he scowls at me.
Why is he still angry at me for?
“So, what? You just thought you’d lose your vir-ginity as a prostitute?” He frowns at me.
I shrug [email protected]£d 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 c0cks 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 alre-ady 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.
“Tell me, why do you think you have no choice?” He asks, his voice softer as he moves closer to me until I feel his b©dy heat radiating and wafting over me. I’m struck in this proximity, breathless.
He looks down at me but the frown has left his face. Its replaced by curiosity. The blue of his eyes envelope the gray and this answers my earlier speculating that his eyes turn fully gray whenever he’s angry.
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 clos£ness.
“At least not as bad as mine,” I say.
“Well, I doubt it,” he shrugs, taking a step forward, ma-king 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.
“plea-se, continue.” He gestures with his hand before pinning his hands on wall, ma-king 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 slee-ping with for money but then to have him throw me out of his h0tel room because somehow he didn’t like fact that I’m a vir-gin.
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 nob©dy got adopted. The man who owned the place was a fraud,” I [email protected] 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 [email protected] 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 alre-ady 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 f0rç£ me to leave the school grounds,” I blink the tears that were now forcing their way to re-lease themselves.
“By the time High School [email protected]£, I was a mess, the pressure of getting good grades un-der 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 throu-gh. 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 f0rç£d to visit charity shops and ask for a slee-ping place, but who could trust a street girl? No one.”
I look up to see if he was still listening and I almost [email protected] at the intensity of his gaze. The blue of his eyes gleam with a concern mixed with awe.
“I’m sorry,” his voice is ba-rely audible and he clears his throat.
“No, I don’t want your pity,” I whisper inaudibly.
He presses hisl-ips 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 t©uçh felt against my b©dy, hisl-ips against mine. He moves closer again, his hands pining on the wall on either side of my face, tra-pping me as he leans down.
“You know, I’m still trying to figure out how a girl like you is a vir-gin.” He says huskily, his b©dy so close I could feel my breath mingling with his.
A warm shiver runs throu-gh my b©dy, ma-king 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 [email protected] 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?”
“About wh–”
Hisl-ips smashes with mine, completely cutting me off. I’m still processing what is happening before I find myself unexpectedly responding to his k!ss.
My hands find their way to his hair and they fist on him, pu-lling 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 st©ps to catch our breaths, my heart is beating so fast I think it’s going to grind throu-gh my ribs.
We [email protected] the same breath as we stare at each other. My hands are still on his n£¢k and hair and his hands grip my face.
That dark heated look on his eyes pu-lls me to him, ma-king me grip him ti-ghter pu-lling him down to a k!ssand he gro-an s in his throat, the sound so S-xy.
Our k!ssde-epens once his ton-gue coils with mine, we taste one another.
He moves one of his hands to my n£¢k as the other impales on my back, effectively pu-lling me closer to him. The fire between us burns to a thousand degrees, each fli-cker igniting my b©dy, 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 k!sses my jaw, trailing soft nips all the way to my n£¢k and collar bone. One of his hands takes hold of my th!gh and wra-ps in around his [email protected]!st and I [email protected] in plea-sure as I feel his pressing arou-salhitting the sp©t between my legs.
My hands yank on his hair and his mouth leisurely moves down to tease my n!ppl!s, s£nding heat down below that makes me even more w€t 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 th!gh. It’s so h0t that I tilt my h!ps 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 pu-lls off my lace [email protected] down my legs. His f!ngerstrailing over my skin, leaving it boiling with heat.
He gets up suddenly, taking my face in his hands and he k!sses me shamelessly and recklessly.
We move without me being aware of it until we find ourselves in his be-droom. He st©ps once we are at the rear of his be-d. His hands tilt my face to meet his.
“Do you want this?” He asks, his eyes gleaming un-der the dim light.
bu-tterflies and other s-en-sation churn in my stomach as I nod furtively at him.
He k!sses me again, moving hisl-ips to bite my ear lobe and that result in my [email protected] ing cry.
“Are you sure?” He asks again, running his hand down my back s£nding a trail of shivers along my spine.
“Yes.” I almost yell at him.
I feel his smile on n£¢k before he moves away to look at me; his grayish blue eyes are now a de-ep blue colour that pene-trates throu-gh me.
I’m quite sure my face emits hues of the tomato red.
Slowly he pu-lls his shi-t of over his head and I stare at his perfect abdominal muscles. I swallow de-eply; he has the S-xiest b©dy ever.
He pu-lls the duvet off the be-d and then he pushes me slowly on it. He kneels over me, [email protected] my legs so that he’s in between them. His eyes never leave mine.
His hands cup my brea-sts and he li-cks and trail nips and k!sses from my ribs all the way to down to my ñ@v£l. 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 plea-sure, my elbows shaking vigorously.
I feel his ton-gue toying and pla-ying with me and it’s such weird but tantalizing s-en-sation, I close my eyes to absorb all the plea-sure churning de-ep within.
“plea-se,” I cry out but he shows no mercy.
He continues his onslaught of l!çk!ng and tasting me whilst both of his hands cup my brea-sts, squee-zing and rolling his thumbs on my n!ppl!s. My b©dy bows as his teeth graze on my cl!toris.
The lower [email protected] of my b©dy begins ti-ght£ñing, trembling and reaching…to where? I haven’t a clue but my mind has given up to form coherent thoughts. My b©dy is a slave to his mouth.
He rolls his ton-gue once more and that’s it…my b©dy bows off the be-d as I shatter into the most heart wrenching [email protected], calling out his name incoherently in the process.
My heart, mind, b©dy 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 n-ked next to me and my eyes travel eagerly to study his b©dy. I marvel at the length of his £r£¢tion.
He moves, suddenly, hovering over me as he reaches out to the other side of the be-d where the drawer is.
He returns to his kneeling position with a foil packet on his hands. He tears it open and pu-lls the the latex on his £r£¢tion. 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 S-xy 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 st©ps moving.
“Are you okay?” He asks concerned but his voice soon hisses into a curse as I try moving un-der him.
I swallow de-eply. 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 thrû-st slowly inside me and yet it still hurts. My cry is a muffle as I bite the back of my hand.
He pu-lls out again and then this time he thrû-st [email protected] in me that I cry in distress.
“Sorry… It’s just that you feel so ti-ght! ” he hisses, k!ss!ngmy mouth. Somehow, I forget the pain.
He moves again and again taking me in his own pace but this time de-sire 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, b©dy and soul to another level. It’s a new unexplored place that only consist of me, him and our [email protected] The heat between us is so strong it melts all my insecurities. It’s just us boiling together.
Our endless [email protected] match each other as we k!ss, t©uçh, move and feel. I’m overwhelmed by it all. In each thrû-st is my cry out of plea-sure and it goes on and on until I feel the familiar ti-ght£ñing and building again. The ti-ght£ñing of my insides only tells me that my [email protected] is near.
He moves fas-ter and [email protected] whispering out words of se-duction that when he tells me to explode for him. I do. I reach my cli-max again calling out his name in a gobbled whisper on myl-ips.
He thrû-st into me once or twice as he cli-maxes after, his breath hissing as his pours himself inside me. He then falls beside me with his head on my n£¢k. He k!sses me for a final time, holding me close before pu-lling out of me.
I [email protected] t©p of him energy drained, my eyes fluttering to sleep but before I can finally suc¢vmb to unconsciousness the only thought that occupies my mind is that; If S-x is this good then I can now un-derstand why men pay for it and why women offer themselves willingly.
✍️To be continued ✍️
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