Chapter 4 Lossin the V (R18+)

I was surprised by his reaction. Later on, I felt something hard that seemed to be shaking on my thigh. It was shaking as if it was following Dashiel's laughter.

I gave him a questioning look, asking what was shaking on my thigh and why it was following Dashiel's laughter.

I couldn't resist my curiosity and grabbed the beating thing. I gasped when I realized what it was.

Dashiel stopped laughing because of it. He looked shocked before his eyes widened and he cursed under his breath.

I was so embarrassed that my face turned red from my toes to my head. I could feel my cheeks burning. I quickly let go of what I was holding. I heard Dashiel curse again and say, "Damn! Your hands fit so good on my dick.. and it feels so good," he whispered as lust was written all over his face.

I was so surprised that I couldn't help but gasp. I felt him guide my hand towards his dick and wrap my fingers around it.

"Your hands are so warm and it makes me want you to stroke it," he cursed again, which made me gulp.

"Can you stroke it honey?" he asked, with a pleading look on his face.

I nodded, agreeing to his request. I didn't know why I agreed, but his eyes had something to do with it.

This can be dizzying to the point that you'll agree to it even if you don't really want to.

"Good," he whispered before kissing my forehead, and I closed my eyes.

"And now stroke it honey," he commanded.

I was about to do it, but I stopped when I remembered that I didn't know how to do it. "What's the problem?" he asked, probably noticing my hesitation.

I was too embarrassed to look at him before answering his question. "I d-ont k-now how to do it," I replied. And for the second time, he burst out laughing, making me blush.

"Really?" he asked, still laughing.

I nodded shyly before biting my lower lip. I was embarrassed because, to be honest, I didn't know how to do it. Like what I said, I'm innocent. And besides, he might just laugh at me if I do it wrong.

He laughed again, making me blush even more. See? I just said that he might laugh at me if I don't do it right, and now he's laughing at me because he knows I don't know how to do it. Damn it.

"Damn! You're so cute when you're blushing."

I couldn't help but wince and he pinched my cheek while uttering those words.

I slightly squeezed his manhood when I realized that he doesn't seem to have any plans of stopping his pinching, and besides, what does he think? That I won't retaliate?! Heck! Only the holy ones don't know how to retaliate!

I was right in what I realized, that only holding his manhood would make him stop pinching my cheek. I was right because he did stop and replaced his cursing with, "Damn. Damn. Damn!"

I cringed when I heard it. This guy is so vulgar when he swears! Fortunately, there are no neighbors around here because if there were, they would think that we're fighting because of how loud it sounds.

"Fuck honey! You're driving me insane," he whispered with heavy breathing. I swallowed hard, "Please, please honey stroke it before I go insane," he pleaded. Even though I didn't really know what to do, I just nodded and started the ritual.

Earlier, he told me to stroke it. In which direction do I need to stroke it, sideways or upward?

I thought about it. But in my mind, I cursed the porn I watched because they didn't include how to stroke the penis. They only showed how to suck and how to penetrate. They also never showed some foreplay on how to do it.

I was about to ask him which side to stroke it on, but I couldn't continue as I was distracted by feeling how he raised and lowered himself while I held onto his penis.

It looks like he is guiding me on how to do it. And because of it, I realized that the upward down is the direction that he is talking about and that was actually what I did.

I stroked him, up and down. Even though my hands were shaking, I still stroked him up and down and couldn't help but feel tired from the length and girth. One hand is not enough!

I continued to stroke him up and down while he couldn't stop moaning and cursing from the pleasure he was feeling.

"Are you tired?" he asked when I stopped stroking him up and down after a few seconds. I nodded in response to his question.

He smirked, "Let me do it then," he said, huskily.

I was struck with wonder as I saw how he stood up from being on top of me, and later realized what he had planned as I watched him kneel in front of me.

An electric tingle sensation ran through my body as I felt his breath on me. Every touch of his manhood against my femininity sent shivers down my spine, especially when it hit my clitoris.

Before I could say a word, I felt his tongue on me, making me moan so loudly.

"Oh god! Jesus Christ!" I moaned as he nibbled on my clitoris while playing with me using his hand.

I didn't expect that his little beard hairs would add to the pleasure I was feeling. It was hitting the right spots and instead of hurting, it tickled me.

My body arched and my eyes rolled back in pleasure as I felt him slip a finger inside me.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, and I nodded eagerly, still in ecstasy.

"Good to know that." He continued his actions, this time causing me to scream louder as he inserted a second finger inside me.

"Fuck, you're tight!" he exclaimed before playing with me again, causing me to moan even louder. It felt so good that it was driving me insane.

"Ohh," I moaned again as I felt his tongue on my clitoris while his fingers remained inside me. I wanted to see what his fingers looked like inside me, but I couldn't as I was lying down while he was kneeling.

"It is so fucking good," I moaned loudly as I felt him insert his two fingers into my vagina.

But the pleasure he was giving me quickly disappeared and was replaced by a sharp pain when he inserted his third finger into me.

"Ah," I moaned in pain instead of pleasure. I cried out in pain as I felt something tear inside of me.

I didn't know what it was, but it hurt so much, as if something had been ripped inside of me.

The pleasure I felt earlier was replaced by tears of pain. Fuck! I didn't expect that pleasure would come at such a price. I immediately regretted moaning so loudly earlier. If only I had known, I wouldn't have asked for more. Now, it feels like I've been torn apart.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, probably sensing that I had stopped moaning.

I wanted to lash out at him, because who wouldn't be in pain when three fingers were inside them? I wanted to tell him off, but all I could do was wince and nod my head.

"Fuck! I'm sorry," he said, guilt written all over his face. I immediately felt relief as he removed his fingers from inside me. I felt a rush of air as he pulled them out, and I couldn't help but wonder if I had torn something down there.

He quickly stood up from where he had been kneeling. I thought he was going to stop what he was doing, but I was wrong. Before I could say anything, I felt him climb on top of me. And before I knew it, his lips were on mine.

"Fuck! I'm sorry for what I did," he said, breaking the kiss. But before I could respond, he kissed me again. "But I'm not sorry for doing this."

Before I could even process what he meant, my eyes widened in pain as he entered me without warning. And to make matters worse, he went in all the way.

"I screamed loudly, not because of pleasure, but because of the pain. I let out a loud moan as I felt how my vagina was torn apart by his huge manhood entering me without even asking for permission. And to make things worse, he was so big, and it was my first time, so I was still a virgin!

Later on, the pain I felt was replaced by loud moans as I began to feel pleasure, after a few thrusts.

"Ahhh, fuck me daddy!" I exclaimed, which made him stop out of shock.

But later on, the shock on his face faded, and it turned into a smirk. Then he continued to pump inside of me with full force."