Marrying an Asshole (Dirty Fuckers MC 3)
“I never said I wasn’t.”
He kissed her, silencing any more of her protests, which only served to annoy her even more.
“You can’t kiss me to keep me quiet!”
“But it works so well.”
He claimed her lips once again, and this time, the tip of his cock pressed to her entrance, and kept on going.
Suzy tensed up as the pressure became almost unbearable. Within a second, the pain was white-hot between her thighs, making her tears well. Instead of pushing him away, she gripped him tighter, trying not to show how painful it was. She never expected the searing pain, or the panic that suddenly consumed her.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He growled the words against her throat.
Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, her entire body tensed up.
Seconds passed, maybe even minutes, and then she heard him, and realized that Pixie hadn’t moved at all.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, pushing hair out of her face.
“Nothing.” It was so much easier to lie than to tell the truth.
“You don’t think I can’t feel the change in you. You’re all tense, and it’s not in a good way.”
“It’s fine. Just, you know … finish.”
He frowned, staring down at her. She hated how he kept looking at her, almost as if he was seeing something that she really didn’t want him to see.
“Suzy, babe, are you a virgin?” he asked.
“No. I’m not.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“Then look me in the eyes and say you’re not.”
She looked up at him, and for some strange reason couldn’t bring herself to say the words.
“You’re a virgin?”
“Yes.” The word escaped her on a whisper.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“And have you laughing at me?”
“I’m not laughing.”
She glared at him. “Fine! Why aren’t you laughing?”
“I don’t think this is funny. I’m an asshole, Suzy, but I want you to want this.”
“I do.” She gave a little wiggle, biting her lip, expecting pain. Nothing happened. “It doesn’t hurt.”
“It hurts for women, but if the guy you’re with knows this, he knows to take it slow, and to make sure she has time to get accustomed to his dick inside her.”