“I’m not. Your first time won’t be romantic, but it will be memorable.”
I took his hand, shoved it down my panties.
A wicked grin illuminated his pretty gray eyes. “How bad do you want to cum, Cherry?”
“Please, Bash.” I guided his fingers between my folds. “I want you.”
Even if it killed me to say it aloud, it was the truth.
“You’re so tight,” he hissed. “Fuck, baby. I’m going to tear your pussy up.”
I moaned at his dirty words, staring at his delicious mouth as I bounced up and down on his fingers, shoving him deeper and deeper.
“What are you going to do to me?” I rode his fingers hard. “Tell me.”
A sexy grin illuminated his irises. “My little virgin likes dirty talk?”
I pressed my palms to his chest as my orgasm built inside me. “Yes,” I whimpered. “Talk dirty to me, Bash.”
“Ride my fingers like they’re my cock.” He slid another finger into me, and despite the sharp pinch, I was desperate to reach the finish line. “You’re such a bad girl. And here I thought we bought a sweet virgin.”
“No, you didn’t,” I muttered right as I came on his fingers. “You wouldn’t know what to do with a sweet girl.”
Bastian removed his hand from my panties and licked my cum from his fingers. “Fuck, Cherry. Your pussy tastes so good I don’t want to eat anything else for the rest of my life.”
I chuckled, then lightly slapped his chest with my palm.
“I’m serious.”
He snaked his arm around me, and in one swift motion, pinned my back to the mattress, making room for himself between my thighs.
“Why do you want my virginity so badly?”
He cupped my cheek in his big hand, his long fingers rough against my soft skin. “Who said I’m the one who’s taking your virginity?”
“I don’t want it to be Damian.”
He waggled his eyebrows. “Then that’s exactly who will do the deed.”
I shoved my palms into his chest. “You had me fooled for a minute. Now that I’ve come to my senses, get off me.”
“No can do. I’m not done with you.”
“Bash.” I squirmed beneath him. “Please. Just let me up. I want to go to sleep.”
He slid down my body, still keeping a firm grip on me as he moved between my thighs, breathing hard against my soaking wet pussy. “Do you want me to taste you, Cherry?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“You sure about that?” Bastian inched my shorts and panties over my hips. “Because I think you’re a liar.”
He pulled my panties down a few more inches, exposing my waxed skin to the chill in the air. It was always colder in Devil’s Creek because of the breeze blowing off the bay. With the French doors wide open, the room smelled like salt mixed with my desire.
I shivered when his lips brushed the skin right above my waistband.
Bastian glanced up at me and wet his lips. “Do you want me to keep going?”
“Since when do you ask for permission? We both know you’re going to do it no matter what I say.”