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Chapter Five
Gwen
Jax is quiet for several seconds as he stares down at me, his expression blank and hard to read.
Does he like that he’s the first man to touch me this way?
Does he . . . hate it?
I’ve heard men talk about preferring women with more experience as they’re less work compared to virgins, and a part of me has always been terrified to admit my lack of experience and be ridiculed for it. I don’t want to be teased for being a virgin at twenty-two. One who’s never even been kissed before this moment.
All my friends lost their virginity in high school or college, but I’ve always protected my purity, hoping to share that moment with . . . the one.
I can’t say for certain whether or not Jax is “the one,” but what I do know is that he makes me feel things I have never felt with anyone, and a part of me is scared of missing out on this moment. I’ve had boys express interest in me before, but not a single one has managed to spark a flame in me let alone ignite an entire forest fire in my system.
Jax is different.
He draws out such strong feelings in me that raise a storm in my body. I desperately want to share this part of myself with him. I just need to know what he’s thinking first.
“Jax?”
Those intense ocean-blue eyes lock on mine. “You’re a virgin.”
“Yeah,” I whisper, conscious of the man’s overwhelming presence. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and stare up at him. “You d-don’t like that?”
“Like it? Baby, I’m this close to pushing you down and burying my cock into your little virgin pussy without enough prepping,” he rasps, his voice much thicker than I’ve heard it before. It’s so rough and masculine that it has my sex clenching with need. “To think that you’re untouched . . .”
My heart flutters fiercely in my chest when he leans down and brushes his lips against mine, softly, almost delicately. My pulse fires up when he slips his rough hand over my collarbone to my throat, drawing a gasp from my lips which allows him to deepen the kiss. He slightly tightens the grip over my throat as he kisses me with such reckless abandon, it causes moisture to slip down my thighs.
He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down my jaw to my ear lobe, his hot breath feathering my sensitive skin and leaving me wanting for more despite the climax only moments ago.
I can barely breathe as his right hand drops between my legs, my back arching off the bed when he rubs his thick digit over my trembling sex. He tips his head up to lock my eyes with his as he plays with my body in ways I never thought were possible until him.
My lips part on a gasp when he drags his middle finger lightly over the valley of my sex, a shudder shaking my body when he grazes my clit. He gathers moisture onto his finger before pressing the long digit over my slick entrance and pushing it into my tight channel.
“Jax!” I gasp, wincing at the discomfort from his thickness, but he doesn’t let me focus on it as his lips quickly drop back to my mouth, his tongue hungry and seeking as it twines with mine. My head grows dizzy from lack of air, and for a moment, I forget everything.
“Jesus, baby. You’re so fucking tight!” he rasps against my lips, sliding his middle finger deeper into my sex and stretching me. I wince at the discomfort, but pleasure begins to build up when he starts pumping his finger in and out of my sex, the move making an obnoxious suctioning sound that has me blushing to the roots of my hair, but all the mortification disappears when he rubs my clit with the heel of his hand.
“Oh God!” I whimper, arching into his touch when he starts grinding over the sensitive nub, lightly at first before moving faster. “I . . . don’t stop.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful, angel. Riding Daddy’s finger, so desperate for me to make you come.”
My sex clenches in need at his unexpected words. I suck in a sharp breath, and my cheeks flame. Somehow he knew what I wanted, what I needed. Voicing one of my deepest fantasies was surely not in the cards tonight, and yet . . . I find myself wanting to share that part of myself with him too.
“Yes, Daddy. Please,” I cry out, my tits heaving as I ride his finger faster; the delicious tug I felt before builds up at the base of my tummy. I grab his hand and grind against it, rocking my hips faster as a storm builds up in my body before bursting free and threatening to sweep me away. A sob escapes as I ride out the orgasm, leaning up blindly to take his lips with mine, and he indulges me, sliding his mouth hotly against mine until we’re both out of oxygen.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathes harshly, withdrawing his thick digit from my pulsing sex. “I need to be inside of you. Tell me you trust me to take the precious gift that is your virginity. That you will let a man as underserving as I am have it.”
Precious gift?
My heart clenches with need as I eagerly nod at his words. No one’s ever thought of this as a precious gift, and at some point in my life, I stopped thinking of that way myself, but this man . . .
I can’t fall for him.
It would be dangerous to give him my body and let him take possession of my heart as well, but I can’t help it. He undoes me with every word he speaks and in the way he touches me.
“Take me,” I whisper, and the words are not completely out before I feel his hands everywhere, pinching at my aching nipples, caressing my stomach, and running up my waist before he slides his palms to my backside and clutches my ass cheeks roughly.
