His Dirty Virgin(9)

I nodded my head, smiled. My pussy clenched eagerly for what was to come. “But I still want the tattoo, really.”

He let out an amused bark. “Of course, but I don’t think that’s your priority at the moment. Is it? You’re pussy’s still needy?”

I bit my lip, nodded. What he’d just done only made me eager for more.

He helped me up, gave me a swat on the ass. “Later. Definitely later.”





5





Jake



I didn’t know what was getting more damage, my fucking knuckles or the punching bag. I’d been going at it relentlessly for the past fifteen minutes. Sooner rather than later, I was going to bleed.

What the fuck had I been thinking?

A few hours ago, there was no way I could ever, ever touch Becca…and for her own good. She was unbreakable china, immaculate and fragile, and I was the bad boy. I was everything that wasn’t good for her. My family disowned me. I wasn’t mingling with the higher-ups of society. I had tattoos. I was nothing but dangerous for her. And I’d dirtied her. I got her nice and filthy.

And she’d loved it.

I saw the look on her face when she came for a man for the first time. She’d done it because of me. For me. Her eyes had been closed but her mouth remained open, moans of pleasure escaping those plump lips. I should have covered her mouth or kissed her or something because there was no way everyone in the tattoo parlor hadn’t heard her. It was arrogant of me, but a moaning woman was always a badge of honor.

But she wasn’t just a fling and I sure as fuck didn’t want to share her.

There was just something about Becca. She was like a drug. Just the feel of her virgin pussy creaming all over my fingers and I was hooked. Yet, I couldn’t have her. She was a fucking princess. She had her life mapped out for her. With the support and money of her family, she was certain of a bright, successful future. She was gorgeous, smart, and wealthy – the perfect triple threat. I was completely no good for her.

But she told me outright she wanted me. She’d come to me. She’d come all over my hand.

She wanted me for sex. If she wanted to troll and use me to see what a big dick felt like before she settled down to vanilla sex the rest of her life, that was fine. But I was irrationally possessive, it seemed. I knew, once I slipped into that tight pussy, got that sweet honey coat my dick and broke through that cherry of hers, she was all mine.

Fuck this. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her? I gave up my workout and headed for the shower.

Becca was just a girl, a virgin…a virgin girl who’d told me straight up she wanted me to fuck her. How could someone be so innocent and sexy at the same time? The fucking kicker was, she had no ideal her appeal, her charm. Her passion. A passion that I’d awakened.

I shook my head and closed my eyes tight. This wasn’t helping. I had to stop daydreaming about her. She was taking up all my thoughts and that needed to stop. Wake up. I wasn’t a horny teenager anymore. I was twenty-four years old with tattoos all over me. It made me ‘dangerously sexy’ or so I’d been told. I could have sex with more experienced women. Hell, I just had to pull out my cell for any number of women on speed dial who’d drop to their knees and suck me down. I needed to stop thinking about Becca…and her wavy brown hair and cute pointed chin and her innocent hazel eyes. Her pink nipples and the way they’d hardened against my tongue, her barely-legal pussy and how it had all but broken my fingers when she came. The flavor of her as I licked her juices from my fingers. The scent of her that still lingered.

Fuck. Fuck. STOP!

I knew what I needed to do.

I’d think about her for a few more minutes, then stop completely. Turning on the shower, I waited for it to get scorching hot, then I stepped beneath the spray.

A groan escaped me when my fingers gripped my dick and started to move up and down. I shut my eyes tight, remembering what happened. After this…after I busted a nut, I could stop fantasizing about her and her sweet, wet pussy.

Fuck. I felt myself grow even harder, as I remembered how she’d spread her legs wide as I fingered her. She was tight, and if my dick got in there… I couldn’t help but smirk. I couldn’t wait till then. She’d already been wet with just the fingering. I wanted to feel her clench and milk my dick of my cum, to drain my balls dry. I wanted to hear her moan and to watch her close her eyes tight in pleasure. I wanted her to scream my name, only my name. I wanted her to dig her nails in my back, marking me as I would mark her deep inside that broken-in pussy.

“Fuck…yes…” I groaned, tightening my grip on my cock and moving my hand much faster now. “Becca…fuck…yes…”