He might even ignore me again.
The sound of foil tearing assaults my ears. “Spread those legs for me.”
Giving myself a mental pep talk to not be a corpse like Sasha, I part my thighs.
Looming above me, he settles between them.
The tip of his cock nudges my entrance and I hold my breath, awaiting the invasion…but it doesn’t come.
“You’ve done this before, right?”
Panic rises within me. Did I do something wrong?
Or can he just sense my anxiety?
“Yeah,” I lie, willing my body to relax and my mind to pretend like I’ve had sex lots of times.
He moves his hips…and that’s when I remember how large he is.
He has to work just to fit the head of his cock inside me. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“You’re so fucking big,” I counter, and he laughs under his breath.
However, the laughter turns into a grunt when he pushes in a little more.
I bite my lip as he stretches me. He’s barely even halfway in and already it’s painful.
Bracing myself, I whisper, “You can just…start.”
I’ve always been a rip the Band-Aid off type of girl, and the quicker he pops my cherry, the quicker we can get to the good stuff.
I immediately regret telling him that, though when he pulls back and drives forward with so much force, white spots form in front of my eyes.
A severe burning, stinging pain envelops me and I dig my nails into his back so hard I’m positive I draw blood.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hips snapping against mine.
Jesus. This hurts like a bitch.
I accidentally cry out.
His movements come to an abrupt halt. “You okay?”
“Yeah. It feels good,” I assure him as the legs wrapped around him begin trembling from the pain.
“Christ.” He makes a low noise in the back of his throat and thrusts again. “Your pussy’s so goddamn ti—”
Two things happen at that moment.
One. The lights turn on.
And two…Storm walks through the door.
“Shit. My bad.”
The door quickly shuts behind him.
Being covered in pig slop was the most humiliating moment of my life, but this definitely comes in second.
The interruption and the electricity coming back on is a mood killer because Phoenix tenses before he grunts, “Get dressed.”
Then he rolls off me, not even bothering to look my way as he puts his clothes on.
It hurts worse than losing my virginity.
I can only assume that seeing me half-naked in the light ruined the moment.
Ashamed, I collect my clothes. It’s a struggle to put my underwear and jeans back on in a way that doesn’t expose too much skin since I’ve already turned him off enough.
I’m tying my shoelaces when I notice Phoenix glaring at me. He looks downright pissed.
“Did I do something wrong?”
If he doesn’t want to fuck a fat chick, he should just man the hell up and say it instead of putting me through these mental gymnastics.
I might not be his type, but I’m still a human being.
I deserve more than his bullshit mood swings and being made to feel bad about myself. I didn’t put a damn gun to his head and make him stick his cock inside me. He did that all on his own.
Jaw ticcing, his eyes lock on something behind me.
When I turn around, the color drains from my face and my knees grow weak.
There, in the middle of the bed—staining the light-blue sheet—is a pool of blood.
I knew there was a chance there might be some, but I didn’t think it would be this bad. I’ve heard some girls don’t even bleed at all.
Evidently, I was not one of the lucky ones.
It looks like my freaking vagina was massacred by Phoenix’s giant dick.
Fuck.
I’m debating whether it would be better to say I got my period or fess up about me being a virgin when he storms out of the garage.
I’m starting to think God truly is a comedian because this tops the pig slop and Storm walking in on us combined.
Since I can’t remove the stain, I quickly roll up the sheet. I’m grateful the mattress underneath is black.
As I pass the garbage cans on the way out to his car, I stop and toss it in one.
Phoenix doesn’t say a word as I climb into the passenger seat, or during the drive home.
Neither do I.
By the time he pulls up my driveway, I can’t take it anymore. “So that’s it? You’re never gonna talk to me again?”
His expression is like a stone.
Tears sting my eyes. I can only bend so much before I finally break.