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His jaw tenses, his eyes narrow, and he pulls his hips back, then slams into me hard. “Gulliver, I’m a virgin,” he says in a mocking tone, talking over my pained whimpers and moans.
His dick pulls almost all the way out of my punished pussy before he slams back into me again. “Gulliver, you need to be gentle,” he grunts.
Thrust after punishing thrust, he fucks me angrily, forcefully.
“You don’t just stay quiet and not tell me that my dick is going to be the first one to claim your virgin cunt,” he snarls, his fingers reaching between us and finding my clit as he continues to plow into me. “You should have told me you were giving me a fucking gift so I could have fucking savored it. You should have warned me so I could have taken care of you properly,” he hisses, rubbing my clit in fast, unrelenting circles.
“Now you’re going to come on my dick, and you’re going to scream my fucking name for making me feel like a fucking asshole,” he orders, furiously pounding into me while he pinches and rolls my clit.
My sex is raw and painfully stretched, but I can still feel the intensity building inside of me as he thrusts into me, his fingers forcing my orgasm closer and closer to release until I’m clinging to his back, my body meeting his thrust for thrust.
The world goes black as my orgasm reaches its peak, and I scream his name, lost to the painful, wonderful sensations that are more intense than anything else I’ve ever experienced.
My muscles tense, then go lax, but I cling onto Gulliver as he slams into me three more times, hissing my name as his hips jerk, and he comes on a choked cry.
30
GULLIVER
My nose is buried into the curve of her neck, and she smells like sweet sweat, filthy sex, and fucking lies. She never said a thing. She was a fucking virgin, and she never uttered a fucking word.
I took her virginity by pulling her panties to the side and slamming into her untouched pussy because she didn’t fucking tell me that I was the first person to get into her perfect virgin cunt.
I didn’t even make her come first. I didn’t get a chance to swallow down the taste of her innocence. I didn’t have an opportunity to smell her virgin hole before I defiled it. She stole all of that from me because she never fucking told me.
I’m furious.
I asked her to pretend with me, but I wanted her to pretend that we were together. I wanted her to pretend that she was truly mine. I didn’t ask for her to pretend that she wasn’t a fucking virgin.
I’m mad at her and at myself, and I’m mad that she robbed this moment from both of us.
Fuck, she’s not even naked. I fucked my girl for the first time. I pushed through her virginity and claimed her as mine, and she’s still wearing her panties and a fucking sports bra.
I’m an asshole. Anyone else would have stopped the moment they realized it was her first time, they would have been gentle and apologetic, but not me. I fucked her harder because I was so angry for not treating her the way she deserved. But she didn’t push me away, she clawed and pulled at me, clinging to me while she came on my cock, screaming my name like a fucking goddess.
Carefully lifting my hips, my dick slips out of her, hitting my thigh with a wet slap. Turning my head, I stare at her, trying to figure out what she’s thinking. She has every right to fucking hate me, but I can’t see any anger in her gaze. Sliding my arms beneath her back, I lift her off the bed, holding her to my chest.
When her arms loop around my neck, I press a soft kiss against her temple and hold her tightly, kicking off the sweats I didn’t even bother to fully take off as I walk us into my bathroom.
Her eyes are hooded and confused when I lower her to her feet.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper against her lips as I kiss her gently, the way I should have kissed her earlier.
She kisses me back tentatively like she doesn’t know what to do or say, but when I pull away, her body sways toward me. Pushing a strand of hair that’s come loose from the knot on the top of her head behind her ear, I press a soft kiss against her fluttering pulse. “I’m sorry.”
Carefully, I run my hands over her ribs, prying her sports bra up and over her head as she lifts her arms into the air. I kiss each nipple in turn. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
Kneeling down, I press a kiss to her stomach, then peel her cum-and blood-soaked panties down her legs, waiting as she steps out of them. Resting my forehead against her stomach, I press a kiss to the top of her mound, my gaze falling to the folds of her sex that are tinged pink with blood.
When a shaky exhale falls from my mouth, she carefully places her hand on the top of my head, tentatively stroking her fingers through my hair. “Why didn’t you say anything?” I ask quietly.
“I didn’t even think about it.” Her words fall away, and silence hangs between us. “Does it matter?”
“Of course it fucking matters,” I roar, jumping to my feet.
Flinching, she jolts backward, and I drop my chin to my chest and inhale slowly, forcing myself to calm down. “I wouldn’t?—”
“I know,” she interrupts. “You might be a lot of things, Gulliver, but I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”
