A virgin heartbreaker

WARNING!

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Mirena lowered her head as she savored every kiss he made.

She won't deny the fact that every move he was taking brought butterflies into her stomach. It fluttered her system and didn't want to let his hands go.

"Oh goodness, why does it feel so good?" she exclaimed, arching her back as Drake kissed her lower abdomen.

Drake chuckled and crawled back to the top. He kissed her on the forehead as if his intentions were pure gold.

For Mirena, it was the most valuable thing she had ever felt and possessed. It felt too good which undeniably persuaded her to be active and lively like him.

She said, "No one gave me such a simple yet beautiful gift. You were the only man who kissed me differently, Drake."

"Shh, let's enjoy the rest of the night. Do you agree with me, don't you?"

Mirena slightly tilted her head as her response. The man in front of her was an angel in disguise sent from up above. A knight in shining armor who protected her from any danger. And a man who flawlessly captured her heart.

She knew it was too early to say it. They just met a day ago and now. They were looking into each other's eyes, waiting for the perfect timing to become one.

Like what he wanted, Drake slowly moved his hands down to the edge of her upper garment but didn't look away from her gaze.

He was staring at her reaction as he finally held the edges.

"Let's make love slowly and surely. I don't want to miss any seconds being with you, Mirena." He murmured and took her clothes which stunned him to death.

Mirena was wearing a lace, red brassiere underneath. It only showed those pair of immense futures that urged him to uncover them.

Drake breathed heavily and squeezed her thighs and arms. He couldn't wait to savor every little part of Mirena. He wanted to leave traces so that it would be hard for her to forget his name.

"Why did you stop? Don't you like that color?" She sounded disappointed.

She waited for an answer, but it took him a few seconds. Mirena started to overthink, but not until Drake cupped her right breast.

He said, "Why… why did you think that way, huh? I… I fucking love this color and I want you to be mine tonight!"

From a sweet, calm puppy, Drake turned into a wild lion roaring. He didn't realize that his true color was disclosed to the woman he hated the most.

As he cupped and squeezed her breast, his left hand toured into her back and tried to unclasp Mirena's brassiere.

Mirena was crumpling the bedsheet while he was trying his best to succeed. Without any doubt, Drake unfastened it and threw it into nowhere.

"Fuck, I… I want to kiss them right now!" He exclaimed as he breathed heavily.

On the other hand, Mirena got stunned by his unique skills. She didn't know why but Drake changed her standards towards men.

The heiress was aware that she was half-naked. Drake was the first man who ever saw her breasts and she didn't attempt to stop him either.

Mirena wanted it to happen. She has the right to choose and decide but ignored the chance to take the right path. She didn't know that after such a wonderful night, her life would go to the edge of a cliff.

At that moment, Drake Quinn took off his sleeve and threw it as well. He was breathing deeply before he went closer to Mirena's chest.

He knew how to satisfy her and through his warm palms and mouth, Drake kissed the tip which entirely brought her to cloud nine.

"Ugh, goodness! You're… you're driving me insane!" Mirena moaned.

The only thing she could do was to grab his hair and back. Her fingernails were stuck on his skin because of pleasure.

Drake got swayed by her hoarse, hollow voice. He wanted to please Mirena until she returned the favor afterward.

He lxcked and sxcked her nxpples as he rubbed his body against hers. Mirena felt such an alive and warm thing between her thighs. She knew what it was, yet it would be better to start from the beginning.

"Say my name, Mirena! I… I want to hear my name from your mouth," he whispered and suddenly slid his hand between her legs.

"Ugh! Please… please don't tease me! Please, come inside me! I… I want you inside of me, Drake!"

Mirena was lost in the middle of a fake world of pleasure. She surrendered herself to a man she couldn't remember at all.

Because he was an obedient servant, Drake unbuttoned his trouser. There was a hint of excitement and nervousness on his face.

His heartbeat was too loud which could leave him to be deaf. Everything turned into slow motion. The cold breeze, Mirena's heavy breaths, and his heartbeat.

"Are you ready?" he asked her for the last time as Drake wanted it to be perfect.

The clock was ticking as their sweat flowed into their faces. Mirena helped him to take off her skirt. It would be the last stage before the real pleasure took place.

"Hmm," Mirena hummed as she saw her skirt on the edge of the bed. Until a sweet smile flaunted on her lips. "Take me to your paradise, Drake."

Right then, he got her approval, and nothing could stop him anymore. Drake scoffed when he caught a glimpse of her white, bikini-cut underwear.

Drake wiped off the sweats on his forehead as Mirena bit the bottom of her lips. He then kissed her passionately as he was slowly taking off the last garment on her body.

Before he thrust inside of her, Drake gently inserted his fingers. He was looking at her expressions and saw how pleased she was.

"Drake…,"

"Please, Drake," Mirena begged despite the satisfaction. She wanted to feel him inside even though she would regret it later on.

He smiled genuinely. However, something strange that was supposed to be different surprised him. But Drake wanted to confirm it. He should come inside to know whether she was still a virgin or not.

Without any hesitation, he held her hips tightly and positioned himself towards Mirena. His huge pet surprised her and feared that it might be difficult to fit inside.

"You look so beautiful tonight, Mirena." He whispered as he unhurriedly inserted it inside.

In the back of his head, he wanted to curse and stop right now. He wrongly accused her of being a playgirl and thought that she surrendered herself to other men before.

"Thrust it deeper," she ordered and didn't know that she was having second thoughts. "Drake, please thrust it deeper and deeper."

"But you're still a v—"

Mirena put her index finger between his lips. She knew about it, but she chose to give it to Drake.

To make it official, she kissed him aggressively and bit the tip of his right ear.

"Set it aside. This is solely for you." She whispered and persuaded him to continue what he had started.

At that moment, Drake has no choice. The moment he thrust deeper, he realized that Mirena was still a virgin. She was too tight that he had to hold tightly her hips just to create a beautiful rhythm.

He gasped as he couldn't believe what he has done.

"The country's playgirl is a virgin." He thought and closed his eyes, wishing everything was just a wild dream.