Page 125 of Filthy Beautiful
“My first time was a disaster. The girl cried because I dumped her afterward and it meant absolutely zero to me other than the fact that I got laid. You telling me that’s what this is for you?”
“Yes,” she lied.
I got up to leave.
“Wait!”
I stopped and turned back to her. She sat there on the bed, staring at me.
“Why shouldn’t it be like that for me?” she said.
“I can think of a few reasons.”
“Whatever,” she said, all bravado. “Why shouldn’t you be my first? You have experience. Maybe I just want to get laid, too. ”
“That’s bullshit—”
“Better you than that guy at the bar, right?”
She did not. Fucking. Say that to me.
I strode right back over to the bed and stood over her, and her eyes flashed with fire. Yeah, she said it. And she knew exactly what she was doing.
She was getting the reaction she wanted.
“Don’t even fucking think about hooking up with a guy like that.”
“A guy like what?” She got up on her knees on the bed, so her face was way too close to mine. “Like you said… I can’t tell a good guy from a bad guy, right? So what if the one I pick is bad?”
“If you’re picking me, you’ve already made that mistake.”
“Then what does it matter?
“Christ,” I growled, “you need to grow up.”
“It’s gonna besomeone.”
Nope. Not something I wanted to think about.
Fuckingever.
“I won’t be a virgin forever…” she pressed.
Yeah. No shit. All you had to do was look at her to know that was fucking true. But some other asshole’s dick in her?
No fucking way.
“Stop talking,” I growled.
She poked my chest with her finger. “Why don’t you just put me out of my misery and fuck me already?”
I drew a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I told you I’m not doing that.”
She looked at my mouth. “Then… will you go down on me?” she asked, softly—and it felt like all the blood in my body slammed to my dick.
Yup. That was the last thread, and she just broke it.
I grabbed her arm, but I didn’t follow it up with anything. I didn’t know what I was gonna do.
