Bad Virgin

“So, the kiss had nothing to do with it?” I reached out and traced the top of her knuckles.

“No.” She pulled her hand away.

“So, this is just a business dinner?” I reached for my drink and lifted it to my lips.

“This is nothing more than business to you, isn’t it? You’re not looking to form a relationship and you probably won’t even call me in the morning, so why pretend? Buy me a nice meal and you can take my virginity.” She smiled as if her words were normal conversation.

“What?!” I felt my whiskey try to go down my throat and then it erupted into my mouth as I coughed it back into my glass.

“You want me, right? You’re the man everyone looks back on as a mistake. If I’m going to make one, I might as well make it a big one. You get what you want and I can stop worrying about losing my virginity to the wrong guy.” The waiter brought her wine and she sipped it.

“You’re serious about this?” I pushed my glass to the waiter and motioned for him to take it away.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” She narrowed her eyes at me.

“Well for starters...” I felt a bit of my confidence returning as I got over the initial surprise. “I have a twelve-inch cock.”

It was her turn to gag on her drink. “Oh...”

“I normally save that reveal for the bedroom, but since you’re being so open with things...” I let my lips turn into a coy smirk. “...you should probably know that you’ll be walking with a limp tomorrow.”

“Shit...” She looked down at her wine glass and blinked a couple of times.

“I also love eating pussy.” I waited for her to look up at me and let my tongue slide across my bottom lip. “I could eat it for hours.”

“Jesus...” She let out an exasperated sigh.

“And just so you know, I’ll be skipping dessert because you’re the only sweet thing I want to nibble on tonight.” I locked eyes with her, refusing to let her break my gaze.

“Now I see why so many women make this mistake.” She fanned her neck with her hand. “I think...I think I got ahead of myself.”

“Buyer’s remorse? You’re not supposed to get that until I’m done with you.” I reached out and squeezed her hand. “And I haven’t even gotten started.”

“I need to go freshen up before I order.” She tried to pull away, but I held her hand tight.

“Or we could skip dinner entirely.” I pulled her hand towards me. “What do you have to eat at your place?”

Chapter 8: Abby

We were already kissing when I climbed into the backseat of his car. The tinted glass between us was raised after I gave the driver my address and Max wrapped his arms around me. I couldn’t even begin to verbalize all of the reasons why what we were doing was wrong because my body craved more. Max’s lips were fire, melting my inhibitions before I could even try to use them as a defense. I felt like my lips were being pillaged and they were tingling when he pulled away from them. He started kissing down my neck and the fire on my lips turned to a surge of chills that ran through my body.

“I want you.” He whispered into my ear as his lips moved up my neck and he teased my earlobes with his breath. “I need to be inside you.”

I didn’t even know how to respond. I felt like clay being molded by his touch and melting into every word he said. Every caution flag my mind would create was burned before I could wave it as he moved back to my lips and continued kissing me. He held me tight with one hand while his o

ther one moved up the front of my dress and squeezed my breasts. I could feel his cock getting hard, pushing against the fabric of his pants when he pressed his body against me. It was going to destroy me. My virgin pussy was so tight I couldn’t even get a finger inside of it when I masturbated. The thought of having his enormous girth inside of it made me tremble with concern, but I was already so wet my panties were slippery between my legs.

“This is a mistake.” I forced my words out between panted moans of anticipation.

“That’s why you’re with me.” He squeezed my breast and moved his lips to my ear. “I specialize in those.”

Max had a magic tongue, fire-coated lips, and a touch that made me struggle to breathe. His driver pulled the car in front of my house. He pushed the door open and pulled me out of the backseat. I fumbled with my purse and when I had the keys in my hand, he took them from me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close again, kissing on the lawn where anyone could see us. I had no idea what the neighbors would think of my behavior. I had known most of them since I shared the house with my parents before they retired to Florida. They had certainly never seen me making out with a guy in the front yard.

“We should go inside.” I motioned towards the house when his lips parted from mine.

“Somebody’s anxious.” He wrapped his hand around mine and started walking towards the door.

“I just don’t want the neighbors to think I’m some kind of slut.” I followed behind him.