His Nasty Virgin

I stand in a daze and stumble upstairs to obey. My whole body feels like an exposed nerve, denied pleasure even more painful than my still-stinging ass. It only gets worse when I pull the panties on. The fabric against my aching pussy and ass is agonizing.

Back in the kitchen, Shane watches me with a dangerous expression on his face while I dutifully eat my now-cold pancakes and drink my lukewarm coffee. Once he’s satisfied, he leads me to the mud room and pulls one of his coats around me. It swallows me, making me feel ridiculous in my tiny skirt that barely reaches past the edge of the coat. “I’m going to freeze,” I murmur.

“No, you won’t.” He zips it up and nudges me down to slip my heels on. I hold my breath while he’s kneeling in front of me, half hoping that if I spread my legs a little more, he’ll finish what he started in the kitchen.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he motions me to precede him into the garage. It’s open and the truck is running, so I only get a blast of freezing air to my bare legs before I haul myself up into the warm cab of the truck. Despite being a work truck, the bench seat and interior are spotless. But then, Shane holds a manager position. For all that he’s technically in construction, the man wears a suit to work most days. Of course his truck looks shiny and new inside.

I’m still processing when he climbs in through the driver’s door and shuts it. Shane gives me a long look.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“You’re not a dirty little secret.”

I blink. “I might want to be a dirty little secret.”

“No.” He shakes his head and hauls me to the middle of the bench seat. I fight down a shiver as he buckles the seatbelt over my hips and then reaches beneath my skirt to drag his knuckles over my clit through my panties. He keeps his hand up my skirt and rubbing my pussy as he puts the truck in reverse and backs out.

Shane waves to the neighbors still out talking, the same ones I watched while he ate me out, and they wave back. They have no idea that he’s dipping a finger into me at that exact moment. “Oh god.” I whimper.

“Shhh. Lot of neighborhood to get through.” He idly pumps his single finger as he drives, waving to every single neighbor outside as he slowly fucks me with his big finger. I’m quivering and shaking by the time we make it out of the subdivision.

And that’s when the bastard removes his finger, pulls my panties back into place, and sucks his finger clean. I stare at him. “You are such an asshole.” “Punishment,” he says simply.

I’m in such agony, I barely register where we’re going until Shane pulls to a stop in front of a nondescript white building. The parking lot is all but empty on a Saturday morning, and the other two buildings that share the space are abandoned. I frown out the windshield. “This is a sex toy shop.”

He turns to face me, suddenly taking up too much space. “I’m going to be in there for about ten minutes. During that time, I want you to bring yourself almost to orgasm, but don’t go over the edge.”

I lick my lips. “What happens if I do?”

“Then you don’t get my cock for the rest of the day.” He leans down, sexy and menacing. “You get my mouth and you get my fingers, but I’m not going to let you come. You’ve been denied once. Think hard about whether it’s

worth a full twenty-four hours of that agony.”

I glare. “Asshole.”

He takes my hand and shoves it down my panties. “Be a good girl and I’ll give you a present when I get back.”

Despite my best attempt to be irritated, I can’t help perking up. “A present?”

“Yes, Lily.” He chuckles and climbs out of the truck, letting in a cold blast of wind. “Lock the doors.”

It’s such a dad thing to say that I almost come on the spot.

I reach over with the hand not in my panties and lock the doors. He nods and heads into the building. I watch him go and start stroking my clit. It feels good; doing it in the middle of the day in a parking lot feels even better. I pull down the zipper of Shane’s coat and part it just enough to reach in and pull my top up. Even if there was anyone around, they wouldn’t be able to see anything, but knowing my breasts are bared makes me hotter.

I watch the clock, nudging myself closer and closer to orgasm. At ten minutes, Shane isn’t back yet. I lean my head against the window, mindlessly rubbing on my clit. I’m so close. Would he really know if I came? Am I willing to risk it?

A knock on the window startles a scream out of me. I jerk upright and find Shane watching me with a disapproving look on his face. I reach over with a shaking hand and unlock the doors. He wastes no time climbing in and shutting the door. A small bag goes onto the seat on the other side of me and a second one goes on the floorboard. I don’t get a chance to ask what’s in either before he drives to the other side of the parking lot near a fence that borders a residential street. There are now two buildings’ worth of parking lot between us and the sex shop, and I look at him in question.

He unbuckles me. “Get on your hands and knees facing the passenger door.”

My eyes go wide, but I’m already scrambling to obey. He pushes up my skirt and drags my panties down a few inches. Somehow, this feels a thousand times more vulgar than when I had no panties on. He touches my pussy as if examining it. “Were you a good girl, Lily? Your pussy is awfully wet right now.”

“I didn’t come. I swear it.”

He keeps fondling me as if he can divine the very answer out of my flesh. I watch a car pull up and park at the sex toy shop. “We’re out in the open.”

He ignores me. “Get in the bag and hand me the two things you find.”

I have to go down onto my elbows to obey, and my shirt slides up to bunch around my upper chest. The coat still shields me, but I dig into the bag and come up with a bottle of lube and a shiny metal plug. “Shane-”

“Hand them to me.”

I awkwardly obey. I listen to him open the bottle and then cool lube touches my ass and an even cooler metal presses there. “Relax,” he murmurs. With one hand he keeps stroking my pussy and the other he wedges the plug into my ass. It’s significantly larger than his thumb, but it doesn’t hurt. It just feels like a lot. I am painfully aware, however, that it’s nowhere near the size of his cock.

Once it’s lodged inside me, he sits back and gives a sound suspiciously like a growl. “Fuck, that’s pretty.” “Shane,” I moan.

“That’s even prettier.” He pushes two fingers into me. The intrusion feels so much more filling with the plug in. “Say my name again, Lily.”

I thrust back against his hand, shamelessly fucking his fingers. “Shane. Oh god, that feels so good.”

“Mmm. You like that plug in your virgin ass.” He withdraws his hand long enough to flip me onto my back and push me down onto the seat. Shane yanks my panties off and shoves up my skirt again, impaling me with his fingers. “Open the jacket and lift your top baby girl. You know you want to show me everything.”

I reach down with trembling hands and pull up my crop top to expose my breasts. He palms one roughly and then the other, his expression intense as he keeps fucking me with his fingers. “You’re so sexy, Lily. You’re enough to make me forget myself and fuck you right here when everyone can see.” He circles my clit just shy of savagely. “Do you like knowing you undo me? That I’ll put it all on the line just to sink into your tight pussy?”

I moan and arch my back, trying to take him deeper, only to earn a slap on my clit. My eyes fly open to find him glaring at me. “I asked you a fucking question.”

I leverage myself up onto my elbows. When he doesn’t stop me, I keep going, rising onto my knees and moving to straddle him, his fingers wedged inside me all the while. I loop my arms around his neck and press myself to him, my lips at his ear. “I like it,” I whisper, undulating on his fingers. “Do you know what I’d like even better?” “Say it,” he grits out.

Instead, I lean back enough to reach between us and undo his jeans. I take out his cock and stroke him. Only then does he let me nudge his hand away from me and guide him up to cup my breasts. Shane lets me move him around, the heat of his gaze enough to burn me to ash.

I stroke his cock again. “I want to ride your cock, Daddy.” This time, my body welcomes him as I slide down his length. We both shudder when he’s seated entirely inside me. He feels even bigger with the plug in my ass, and I moan and start rocking. “I want you to fill me up.” I pick up my pace, nearly mindless with need. “I want your come dripping down my thighs so everyone knows who I belong to.”

“Jesus Christ.” He pushes me back just enough to nudge the jacket wide open. If anyone were to look, there is no denying what we’re doing. I’m practically naked in his lap, my hips rolling as I ride him slowly.

Shane coasts a hand up the center of my body to lightly grasp my throat. “Lily-” Movement draws his attention and he curses. While I’m still trying to process, still teetering on the edge of an orgasm, he yanks the coat back over me and zips it up. He lifts me off his cock and drops me next to him.

I look out the window and freeze. I know that car with the dent in the driver’s side. That’s Max’s car.