I shivered in lust.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I shook my head, unable to deny the throbbing desire that was coursing through me. His fingers continued their torturous exploration, stroking and teasing until all pretense of ignoring him was gone.
When he dove another finger into my pussy, I cried out and bucked my pussy against his hand as he slowly pushed deeper inside me.
“Feel good, Princess?”
“Y-yes.”
“You like when I finger fuck this tight pussy?”
“Y-yes.”
“Do you want my cock?”
“G-god yes.”
Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he suddenly withdrew his fingers.
I almost yelled until I realized that he was moving and positioning himself between my legs.
Oh my God.
The reality of what was about to happen crashed over me.
Is he really going to fuck me? I’m about to. . .lose my virginity!
Chapter twenty-four
Losing it to the Devil
Gianni had my thighs spread and his cock pointed towards my pussy.
If he pushed in. . .that would be the end of my virginity.
This new reality washed over all the fantasies I’d ever had about the moment I would lose my virginity—fantasies that were now as fragile as glass, shattered under the weight of Gianni’s intense gaze and the heat of his body pressing down on mine.
I had imagined losing my virginity so many times before.
Each scenario was different. They were romantic, bathed in soft candlelight and gentle touches.
I had always thought it would be with someone kind, someone who would take his time, who would cherish me and make me feel like I was the only woman in the world. But deep down, I had always been scared—scared of the vulnerability, scared of the intimacy, scared of giving away something that I had held onto for so long.
I was inexperienced with guys, always too nervous to take that the first step.
Sure, there had been awkward dates at school and a stolen kiss or two during a party in the dark, but it never went beyond that.
It could have been other reasons too.
The first boy I’d ever kissed had gone missing. That sort of traumatized me from ever really pursuing something with guys for years.
There was always something holding me back, a gut feeling that I wasn’t ready, that the time wasn’t right.
Also, I could not forget the fact that my stepfather had people working in the background, pulling strings, keeping most guys away.
I could see it so clearly now—the way dates would mysteriously cancel, how potential boyfriends would suddenly lose interest or move out of town, and how I was always left alone at the end of the night.
