Deadly Virgin

Tick. Tock! Tick. Tock! Tick. Tock... That familiar sound, so familiar you will mistake it for your grandfather's antique clock on the wall in your grandpa's home, or that annoying alarm clock by your bed that jolts you awake in the middle of the perfect wet dream, or better still that clock for your son or siblings.

That welcoming and comforting sound.

How unfortunate that sound didn't synchronize with the rhythmic slapping of his balls against my pussy slit.

Tick Tock sounds totally ridiculous as compared to the squeaky magnetic resonance of his dick in my wet and dripping core.

Apparently, the antique clock on the wall just above the bed missed the memo specifying the times its sounds are needed.

How ironic for me to be thinking of jokes in the middle of sex.

At least the clock is doing its job; I better get back to mine.

I close my eyes and begin to count from ten in my mind.

Ten.. Nine.. Eight.. Seven.. Two.. One.. Showtime!

I opened my eyes and looked at him with my puppy eyes.

Those eyes that spell innocence to anyone at the receiving end of them, and without thinking twice they will believe I am pure and innocent.

He was on top of me and with my legs spread wide. His three-point ninety-six inches dick buried deep within my core.

No air between my pussy and his shaft as he thrust like there is no tomorrow.

Well, technically, if all things work out as planned, there won't be a tomorrow for him.

Focus girl! Focus, I reminded myself again.

I look at him with those innocent eyes and let out a whimper saying, "It hurts".

I let a tear trail down from my eyes to my cheeks for dramatic effect.

Hahaha, unbelievable, right?

Well, he didn't get the memo.

He slowed down with the thrusting and looked at me like he found an angel.

I smiled in my mind knowing fully well that I got him good.

Damn, I can win an Oscar if the judges can see me now.

Focus girl, Focus, I reminded myself again.

Fuck! Why do I always get distracted?

Never mind, back to my performance.

I whisper again, calling his name, "Mr. Dara, please, it hurts so bad; I think you are too big."

He stopped thrusting and held me in his arms, kissing my face, neck and moved to my lips like I am a fragile doll that will break when manhandled.

He whispered in between the kisses saying, "My darling, I am sorry I got carried away.

Your pussy grabs on to my dick like it was made for it.

Fuck! Just like a lollipop wrapper wraps around the lollipop and I forgot it is your first time.

I promise I will cherish you till the day I die.

As long as you are with me, I will give you the world.

Whatever you need, money, fame, just name it!

I know my dick is too big for you, but you will soon get used to my size.

I will make love to you every day."

I whimpered a little while he slowly started thrusting again.

I smiled and said in a tiny voice, almost like a whisper, "I love you."

He smiled and nibbled on my nipples while thrusting.

I kept up the act of enjoying whatever he was doing to me.

Hahaha; who says it is only porn stars who fake it?

I was relishing in my victory, and then, a thought hit me.

Did he just say he knew he was too big? Seriously!

His dick is 3.96 inches long, which is an inch longer than the smallest dick recorded in the world in 2021.

Yes, he is from Cambodia, and he may be an inch longer than the average man in his country, but please, there is something called overconfidence.

I was brought out of my self-blabbing when I noticed a change in the atmosphere.

And more importantly the change in the man in-between my legs.

My eyes become cold like a beast ready for its prey.

I felt the adrenaline pumping through my veins.

It felt like everything slowed down to a millisecond.

The girl that talks herself into focusing is long gone.

Everything in his 100m² bedroom became clearer and full of life.

From the blue paint on the wall to the crystal chandelier, everything became my domain for a hunt.

A gentle smile graced my lips as I slowly stalked my prey with my eyes.

He looked breathtaking with little beads of sweat on his forehead.

His systematic up and down movement looks like a ballet dancer who's about to reach the crescendo of his performance.

I swallowed hard, looking at him as I began to feel tingles in my core.

My pussy palpitates in anticipation.

All acting like an innocent virgin was long gone as I ravished in the view called Dara, on top of me in a missionary style.

I watched as his breath became heavy in slow motion, his thrusts began to be sloppy, his heart pounding, his voice calling my name, with my breath hitched in my throat, I listened and knew it was the moment I slave for.

That moment where all is forgotten except the symphony of his panting, moaning, grinding of his skin against mine, his occasional groans chasing after that fleeting dream called orgasm that I know will only be a dream never to be attained by him..

At that moment, nothing else matters, not his pathetic excuse of a 3.96 inches dick, or his promise of the world.

Not the antique wall clock failing to notice its tick-tocks are not needed.

At that moment, the perfect moment where everything zooms into silence. (Cold smile)

That perfect moment of weakness that makes the most powerful being like Dara, A man I spent the last three months working for.

A man I spent two months just to track down his location.

My first mark, Dara, a man feared for his ruthlessness.

A Boogieman that mother's use to discourage their children from being naughty.

A man who for the sake of power murdered families and wiped out the lineage of not so innocent people.

A man whom no one can keep count of the number of unmarked graves he dug for his victims.

A man I spent 24 hours on a flight to Cambodia just to give him my virginity.

At that moment, a beast called Dara, ... became vulnerable....

What a perfect moment!