Chapter 52 - What should I do if I get addicted? (1/2)

Warning: NSFW ahead! Read at your own risk!

I was raised in the environment where v.i.r.g.i.nity was highly valued. People would talk bad if you lost your v.i.r.g.i.nity, saying that it was the only thing that would make your future husband appreciate your existence later. But, as I grew older, I decided that if my future husband would not appreciate me being not v.i.r.g.i.n anymore, there was no point to get married.

Not that I would act like a cheap whore, sleeping around with men.

Up until today, I could still maintain my v.i.r.g.i.nity, and if I could preserve it until marriage, it was even better.

But, losing my v.i.r.g.i.nity willingly was better to me than losing it after being r.a.p.ed by some bad people -no offense to those who got r.a.p.ed, seriously you got no choice at all.

Also, what is the point of saying that one was still a v.i.r.g.i.n if one was an expert in dirty talk? Who would believe that?

Anyway, if I were to lose my v.i.r.g.i.nity tonight, I had no regret --even when I lost it to a pervert spirit I called my boyfriend.

I was writhing beneath Tom's n.a.k.e.d cold body, feeling hot all over my body. His tongue was wrestling with mine, plundering my mouth in a hot feverish kiss. His kiss felt so good; wild, as if he couldn't wait to devour me, and urgent. His cold hands brought goosebumps wherever he touched; he felt cold, but in a good way.

I m.o.a.ned when his hands cupped my b.r.e.a.s.ts and fondled them. My n.i.p.p.l.es felt so good under his active hands and I could barely recognize my own voice when I m.o.a.ned again and again. I didn't even know when I lost my towel.

”I've been dying to taste these buds here...” He whispered hoarsely after he pulled out from our kiss.

Before I could react, he had descended and caught one of my n.i.p.p.l.es between his lips. Wet tongue licking my hardened bud, playing with it, all the while I could only m.o.a.n in delight. Delicious sparks had been attacking my lower region as well as heightened the need of carnal pleasure within me.

Tom treated my b.r.e.a.s.ts equally, switching to the other while his hand kept fo fondling them. After a while, he stopped and pulled himself to admire his work. A satisfied grin formed on his face when he noticed my hardened buds got even harder. Maybe he also grinned because he saw the look on my face.

”Oh, baby, you look so beautiful.” He whispered as he kissed me again. ”Open your legs for me...”

His whisper sounded so e.r.o.t.i.c and I remembered I m.o.a.ned from it. Opening my legs for him, I vaguely realized the position I was in. I felt bared and open before him, which only heightened the l.u.s.t in me.

Settling himself between my legs, my hot core made contact with his stiff rod and I gasped when he pushed it slightly to get between the flower's petals. He rubbed it against my wet fold while kissing me deeply. His hands started roaming all over my body again, rubbing me, making me go wild with his touch.

”Baby, open your eyes...” He whispered again.

When did I close my eyes?

Slightly panting, I opened my eyes, feeling them a bit hazy with my l.u.s.t and need. His handsome face got into my sight and oh, he was so s.e.xy I couldn't care less I was making love to a ghost. Was this what the poor wife felt at that moment? L.u.s.t and need to be pleasured?

”Watch me...” He said and Oh, how I loved his deep and s.e.x-filled voice.

The words barely managed to register in my mind when he descended and kissed my inner thigh.

Oh, I can see where it is going...