Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“I’m a virgin,” I whimper.

He pulls back to look at me, his hair is all messed up, and his lips swollen.

“You’re a what?” He frowns.

3

Spencer

“I haven’t had sex before.”

“Never?”

She shakes her head.

I watch her, my breathing ragged. Is she fucking joking?

“Tonight with you would be my first night.”

My eyes widen in horror. “What the fuck?” I push her off my lap and stand immediately. “Are you kidding me?”

“No, I’m not!” she snaps, annoyed by my reaction. “I’m offering you my virginity. Do you want it or not?”

Her virginity.

I stare at her, my mouth hanging open. “Of course I fucking want it.” I run my hands through my hair and begin to pace. “I… I mean.” I stop and look back at her. “Never?” I mouth.

She shakes her head, and I wince.

A virgin. A virgin. A fucking virgin. I’ll split her in fucking half.

I have no idea how to fuck gently.

“This isn’t exactly the reaction I was expecting,” she whispers.

I look over at her and my face softens. “God, Charlo

tte.” I lean down and tenderly kisses her beautiful big lips, holding her face in my hands. “You’re the perfect woman.”

“But?” She scowls.

I stare at her, lost for words. My heart is hammering hard in my chest.

If I take her virginity she’ll become needy and attached, and I’ll only fuck this shit up. Girls fall in love with their first sexual partner and I don’t do love.

I so want to, though. I get a vision of myself teaching her the ropes, and my cock begins to weep. It would be so fucking good.

“Spencer, what’s wrong?”

I swallow the lump in my throat, and I kiss her softly as I try to control my hunger.

She deserves her first time to be soft and gentle… neither of which are my strong points. Plus, I’m big. I’ll hurt her.

Not if you warm her up first.

I get a vision of kissing her inner thigh, and my cock hardens to a painful level.

“You should go,” she whispers sharply.