Stripper's Love: Addicted To Me

Are you a Virgin

Celestia

My whole body froze.

It felt as if something had entered me and ripped through everything I thought I knew about pleasure and about myself.

"Fuck." The word tumbled from my lips as my head fell back against the pillow, spine arching slightly. My thighs trembled, and every muscle in my stomach clenched tight, like I was burning from the inside out.

He paused above me. That gorgeous, unreadable man's brow furrowed slightly, like something unexpected had just clicked into place.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked, his voice low.

I stared up at him, vision slightly blurry, blinking back the tears that had gathered in my eyes. I didn't know if they were from the stretch or the sudden rush of pleasure

And what kind of question was that? Why the hell was he asking? While still inside me, his fingers still moved in that spot that had my heart jumping for more with every passing second?

I was too ashamed to answer, I knew he wouldn’t push further unless I spoke, and somehow that made it worse. “Yes… I’m a virgin,” I whispered at last, the words so soft they barely felt real as they left my lips.

He tilted his head slightly, studying me, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and something darker, as if he were weighing the truth of my confession. His voice dropped, low and unfiltered, more honest than gentle. “But you work at the club as a stripper, right? You don’t have a boyfriend. Or were you trying to keep yourself?”

There was no mockery in his tone, just blunt, unsettling honesty. Heat rushed to my face, spreading fast and unforgiving. My lips parted as if to argue, to defend myself, but no words came. Because I couldn’t deny it. The contradiction sat heavy in my chest, and he saw it all in my silence.

I widened when he moved again. He withdrew slowly, and for a second I thought maybe it was over. But then he pushed in deeper. My hands curled tight into the sheets. "Mmmf!"

It hit deep... too deep. In a way I didn't know was possible.

I looked up at him, dazed, my lips parted around a shaky breath. His eyes locked with mine, and the hunger there made my stomach flip.

"f**k," he muttered, almost to himself. His voice was low, rough, strained like he was holding back something wild. "I don't think I can be patient anymore."

That sentence alone made me clench around his fingers.

I barely had time to ask what he meant before he pulled out and reached to the side of the bed. It took me a second to register that it was a black tie.

His hand caught my wrists, guiding them firmly above my head as he pinned me.

my back arched off the bed.

"Oh my God yes, your fingers, f**k, just like that, don't stop, please don't stop."

He moved in perfect rhythm, tongue on my c**t, fingers working me open, coaxing me toward the edge. I was dripping, pulsing, unable to do anything but beg.

"I'm gonna come!" I whispered, voice trembling. "I feel it I'm so close"

My thighs trembled violently as he pushed me higher until I came.

I came so hard it felt like my whole body snapped, shook apart and reformed in slow motion. Pleasure exploded behind my eyes, in my toes, in my fingertips, and somewhere deep inside. My thighs trembled. I thought he'd stop. I thought I'd get a second to breathe but he didn't stop.

His tongue kept moving over my c**t, and his fingers God, his fingers were still inside me, working me through it. Drawing out every last twitch and pulse of my orgasm.

My entire body jerked. "Oh my God!" I gasped, eyes flying wide before fluttering shut again.

His tongue circled my c**t with infuriating skill, flicking just right, then flattening against me as he sucked gently, just enough to make my toes curl. My thighs quivered around his head, but he gripped them harder, holding me open.

I moaned loudly and shamelessly. "f**k, that feels so good, I-I can't even think..."

My voice cracked as he sucked harder, then licked slower, like he wanted me to lose my mind. The pleasure was so much for me to handle.

When my legs tried to close around his head, he bit down gently on the inside of my thigh.

"I told you to stay put."

I yelped, "Y-yes, Sebastian."

He buried his tongue in me, then dragged it back up, slow and filthy, until I was panting, and tugging at the tie. And then, I felt his fingers. One slipped inside me, then another, curling, thrusting deep. I choked on a moan beneath him. Then his thigh slid between mine, pressing up with just enough pressure to make my breath hitch. It nudged against my soaked c**t, sending a jolt through me. The pressure was maddening. A soft whimper escaped before I could stop it, my hips rocking against him instinctively, desperate for more.

He guided my hands to the headboard, threading the tie through the slats and securing my wrists above me. It wasn't too tight, just enough to hold me still.

"What are you doing?" I started to ask, breathless, but I didn't finish. Because he knelt between my legs, strong hands sliding up my thighs. Then he spread me open like a book.

"Stay put."

I flushed, heart pounding so loudly I could hear it in my ears.

"Wait, are you serious...." My voice caught as I felt his breath on me. "That's dirty-" But before I could finish the thought, he licked me.

"N-wait-" I whimpered, but the words came out weak, and uncertain. I didn't really want him to stop, it just felt like too much. My body flinched and quivered, overwhelmed.

My legs shook again, thighs tensing as that strange, heavy sensation curled low in my belly. I'd never felt something like this before.

What was that? Was this what a real orgasm felt like? When I touched myself before, it was not like this.

Maybe it was his mouth. Or maybe it was those long, clever fingers, curled just right inside me, reaching places I and Charles's small d**k never could. He knew exactly how to drag every ounce of sensation out of me.

Only when he was finally done, his fingers easing out, tongue giving one last, lazy lick, did my body collapse fully against the bed. I was weightless, staring up at the ceiling.

My wrists tugged lightly against the tie but I didn't care, I felt so calm and relaxed.

"I don't think you should get too relaxed just yet"