Page 113 of Rapunzel Is Losing It

“Slut,” she said, earning herself a puzzled glance from me, “not whore. Whores have sex for money. If anything, I’d be a slut.”

Fuck. Me.

“Is that what you are? A desperate slut?” I pulled out and ran the crown of my throbbing cock over her clit. She shuddered under me.

“Well, you’ve not proven it yet.”

I didn’t need to be challenged twice before I delved back into her. She was a writhing mess underneath me within minutes, and again I eased up when I felt her legs twitching around me.

Cordelia let out a protesting little moan.

“She sounds like a slut,” I whispered as I nipped the sensitive spot beneath her ear, while she caught her breath.

I leaned back, putting as much distance between us as possible without actually pulling out, moving painfully slow. Her hands became frantic, reaching for me, roaming over her chest, finding her clit, and I pressed them deep into the rug above her head.

“She moves like a slut.”

Steadying myself with my hands in hers, I picked up my pace again. The tension in my own hips coiled tight, as I chased her to another edge of her climax, only to pull out at the last second.

“Fuck’s sake,” she groaned, pulling her hands from mine and running her fingers down her reddened, glowing face, “Vic.”

“Mouth like a slut,” I replied and dipped two fingers past her lips. I delved them deep, and her eyes blew wide as she choked. Both her hands closed around my wrist. I didn’t pull back, locking her chin with my palm, waiting for her to adjust to the fingers down her throat before I unceremoniously shoved my cock back into her. She bucked and squealed, nails digging into my wrist.

Her legs started twitching within a few thrusts and this time, I didn’t stop. Spurred on by her muffled sounds and her tongue lapping at my fingers. I fucked her until her body broke out in shivers, until she squirmed and arched, and her tight cunt pulsed around me uncontrollably. Something wet hit me, and my brain took a second longer than my hot-pulsing dick to realize that she just came all over me.

When the orgasm was through with her, I pulled my hand from her mouth and claimed it with mine instead. Her kiss was tired, but my tongue took its fill of her.

“Comes for me like a slut,” I groaned against her lips.

My own pace turned erratic; my thrusts turned careless. The tension drawing down my center drove me further and faster and blinded my vision. Until the cord snapped, and I bucked and spilled myself. She gasped, her inner walls tightening again, draining every last drop from me. “Milks my dick like a slut,” I huffed and ran my hand over her glowing cheeks, picking sweaty strands of golden hair from her skin.

“Victor.”

“Cordelia.” I trailed kisses along her jaw, across her cheekbone, up her temple.

“That was…” She trailed off and shook her head.

“Are you still hurting?” I directed her thighs apart with careful fingers, just enough for me to detangle myself, lean back and assess the situation.

“I’m good,” she sighed.

Despite her words, a spot of bright red blood tainted her rug. At least she didn’t seem to be bleeding anymore. Still. I’d been rough with her. She would have deserved to lose her virginity on a goddamn bed of rose petals, being worshipped.

“Areyoualright?” she asked.

“Let me go get something to clean up,” I said, but before I could detach myself further, Cordelia’s hand shot out and caught my wrist. I let myself be pulled back to her. Her nose crinkled as she shook her head at me. I wasn’t going anywhere. To drive the point home, she wrapped her legs around my waist again, caging me in.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re bleeding, zhizn’ moya. Fuck. I’m sorry. I should have been more careful.”

“Are you kidding?” She giggled. “It was perfect.”

“What?”

“I’m not that fragile. You won’t break me by shoving your fingers in my mouth.”

“That’s not-“