His Nasty Virgin

Shane keeps fucking me with those shallow strokes that feel good, but are nowhere near enough. “Stop thinking about what you should want, Lily.”

Easy for him to say. Or maybe it isn’t. I don’t care. I’m not interested in being fair right now. “What if Max tries to win me back?”

Shane laughs. The bastard laughs. “Try it and see what happens.” He releases the headboard with one hand to snake down my stomach and press to my clit. “The first time you visit this house, you’re going to look at the ottoman and think about how many times you came for me there. You’re not going to be able to walk past this room without remembering how good my cock feels inside you.” He drags his mouth over the back of my neck. “How long do you think you’ll last before you’re crossing a line, Lily? An hour? Two? I bet you’d wear a short little skirt for just the occasion and slip my hand under it the second he looks the other way.”

My body goes white hot at the thought. I can’t breathe past wanting to do exactly that. It scares me how much I want it. “Fuck you.”

“Mmm.” He gives my clit a casual slap. “Hit too close to home?”

“Why are you doing this?” I whisper.

“I meant what I said last night.” He slowly drags his fingers over my clit. “You make me want to keep you.” He makes me want to be kept.

I shake my head. “It will never work.”

Just like that, a flip is switched. “We’ll talk about it later.” Shane shifts back and digs his fingers into my hips. It’s all the warning I get before he starts fucking me, dragging me down his length as he thrusts forward until his filling me consumes every part of my awareness. He drives into me again and again, forcing every doubt and fear from my mind. There’s no room for them right now. We’re fucking like animals, hard and rough and battling out a silent debate that we’re both determined to win.

Shane fights dirty, though.

He grabs one of my hands and presses it to my clit. “Make yourself feel good, baby girl.”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

I should deny the order, but I’m too greedy for my next orgasm. “Yes, Daddy.” Pleasure rises in waves, edging me closer and closer to where I need to be.

Then he yanks me back on his cock, sealing us together too tightly for me to fight. Shane touches a wet thumb to my ass and I freeze. He squeezes my cheek, spreads me, and then presses his thumb past the ring of muscles. “Have you ever taken a man here, Lily?”

“No,” I whisper. I can’t stop shaking. I don’t know if I want to try to get away or arch my back to take him deeper.

“Mmm.” He pumps slowly, not going particularly deep, but branding this part of me all the same. “Would you like

your Daddy’s cock in your ass?”

I shiver. “I don’t know.”

He keeps working me, holding me in place. “Did I tell you to stop touching your clit?”

Immediately, I start up again, and the added sensation of this thumb confuses me. This isn’t something I thought I was interested in, but with his big cock inside me and my fingers on my clit, his thumb doesn’t feel…bad. My orgasm starts gaining speed again.

“Good girl.” He murmurs, still fucking me with his thumb. “I think I am going to take this virgin ass. Not yet. But you’re mine, aren’t you, Lily? Every part of you. Mouth and pussy and ass. There for my pleasure whenever I decide to take it.”

I stroke my clit faster, writhing as much as I’m able to. “Yes, Daddy.” The closer I get to coming, the hotter his thumb feels. My breath sobs out and my control wavers. “Fuck me however you want. Make me your dirty little slut.”

“I will, Lily. You can be damn sure I will.” He starts moving again, thrusting with both cock and thumb. I want to last, want to keep riding this pleasure, but my body has other ideas. I come hard, clamping down on him, and the feeling of being penetrated on two fronts drives my orgasm to new heights.

Shane presses his free hand to my back, urging my face down to the mattress but keeping my ass in the air. It allows him to deeper yet. I half-expect him to pound into me, but he slows down as if savoring the feel of me. He strokes a hand down my back to squeeze my other ass cheek, spreading me obscenely. “You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs and pulls out almost all the way to pump just the head of his cock into me. “You look even better. I love watching your pussy spread to take me. And you take every inch, don’t you, baby girl?”

I fist the sheets and moan. “Yes, Daddy.”

“You’ll give me anything I ask, won’t you? Because you want to be good.”

It’s a fight not to slam back onto his cock, not to beg him to fuck me deep again. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He releases a long breath and then he’s doing exactly what I need, shoving deep into me, once again fucking me like he’s mad at me, like I’ve been bad and he’s going to enact my penance with his cock. He curses and then he’s pressed against my back again, shoving my legs wider yet. “You try to come back here as Max’s girlfriend and I’m going to punish you, Lily. Do you hear me? I’m going to flip up your little tease of a skirt and paddle your ass, and then I’m going to fuck you until you scream about how good your Daddy’s cock feels inside you,

scream so loud he can hear you.” Holy shit.

I bury my face in the mattress and shriek as I come. This time, Shane follows me over the edge. He pounds into me, growling my name as he fills me up. Then he presses a devastatingly gentle kiss to the top of my spine as he shifts us onto our side.

I stare blindly at the wall, trying to process the sheer amount of pleasure against how hot his words make me. How wrong they are. I should leave it at that, shouldn’t look deeper into them no matter what he says about keeping me. I’m not naive enough to think that anything said in the middle of sex can be held up to the light.

That doesn’t stop me from speaking. “I’m not going back to him, even if he wanted to try to make things right. It’s over.” When Shane doesn’t respond, except to gather me closer, I find myself continuing. “Even before this, things were off. It was too…comfortable, I guess? Like friends who occasionally had sex.” It was so easy being with Max, easy enough that I was able to ignore all the things wrong with the relationship until they accumulated to a pile neither of us could ignore any longer. “I guess that’s why he started looking outside the relationship for what he needs.”

“That doesn’t make it hurt less now that it’s over.”

My throat burns and I have to blink rapidly. “No, it doesn’t make it hurt less.” I’ve lost him, either way. Even if

I don’t want that relationship back, even if there’s a strange sort of relief now that I’m free of it, I’m still losing Max as a friend, too.

Shane eases me onto my back and looks down at me. I don’t know what he sees in my face. I’m not in control enough to shield myself from him, and even when I’m at the top of my game, he seems to see right through me. He smooths my hair back. “Go take a shower and get ready. We’re going out.”

I grab onto the distraction he offers with both hands. “Out? Are you sure that’s a good idea?” We might live outside of Chicago but each suburb is like its own little small town. The chances we have of running into someone we know are high. I’m not sure I’m ready for everyone to know how I responded to my relationship with Max falling apart. I’m not sure I ever will be.

Instead of answering, Shane gets out of bed and walks into the bathroom. A few seconds later, I hear the shower running. By the time I manage to make it in there, he’s finished with his shower and has a towel wrapped around his waist. Shane jerks his chin at the shower. “Take your time.” Then he disappears out the door.

There is something that feels so taboo about using his shower. Even though we’ve been naked together, and have fucked in both the living room and his bedroom, it’s almost impossible to separate the Daddy from the father-in-law. Being naked in my father-in-law’s shower feels wrong. Like I’m being bad, being somewhere I shouldn’t be.

I relish the feeling as I shower. Is that the only reason I enjoy being with Shane so much? Because I shouldn’t be?

My situation would be so much simpler if that were the case.

By the time I finish, he reappears with a small polka-dot bag I instantly recognize. Max and I only spent significant time here in the summers because of the pool, but that was enough for me to leave a small stash of my stuff in Max’s old room for when I needed it. I take the bag from Shane with shaking hands. It’s another reminder of where I was versus where I am now. “Thanks.”

“Clothes are on the bed.” He turns and walks away.

I blink. I didn’t exactly expect him to ravish me the second I got out of the shower, but there’s no denying a certain disappointment that he’s not letting me play out my towel-dropping fantasy. It’s an effort not to march after him and force his hand, but curiosity gets the better of me. Where does he want us to go? Surely it’s not just a simple errand, not when we’re engaging in this weekend of sheer perversity. At least, I hope not.