Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
This had to be the most embarrassing moment between the two of them. There were no other words for it.
He looked down at her, and then frowned. “Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “Not unless you want to stop?” What did she say? That she wanted to see where this went and the pain had lessened, and it was starting to feel good.
She didn’t know how she had become a twenty-nine-year-old virgin, but it happened, and now she wasn’t.
“Fuck, I don’t want to hurt you.”
She put her hands on his chest. “You’re not. You’re not. There is no pain.” She attempted to wriggle on his cock, to show him there was no pain, but he groaned, and now she was worried she had hurt him.
“Shit, crap, did I hurt you?”
“No, you didn’t hurt me.” He let out a laugh, but he didn’t sound entertained. Actually, he sounded far from it.
She looked up at him and waited. All the time, she was getting aroused just by the feel of him.
Jaxson’s hands were pressed either side of her head, and she knew if he pulled away right now, she was going to be absolutely mortified at the prospect of what would come next. She was afraid he was going to pull away. Nerves started to get the better of her.
And then he pulled out of her, and just when she thought he was going to pull all the way, he paused, then thrust inside her. She gasped.
“Shit, did that hurt?” he asked.
“No, no, no, it felt good. It felt really good.” And she was not lying. It did feel really good. Better than good.
Jaxson started to thrust inside her, going deeper, pumping his cock within her, making her arch up and gasp as each thrust seemed to touch a part of her she wasn’t prepared for. It was magical.
He took hold of her hands, locking their fingers together and pressing them either side of her head, as he started to pump within her. The pain was completely gone, as if it wasn’t even there to begin with.
It happened in a frenzy, as Jaxson all of a sudden gritted his teeth. “Fuck, it’s not meant to be like this.”
And then he closed his eyes, thrust hard, and she felt his cock as he filled her. Each pulse as he came. She looked at him, and then he dropped his head, nestling against her tits.
He let go of her hands, and she didn’t know if she should stroke his head or keep her hands by her head. Finally, she settled on touching his head, stroking the hairs back, and his head was soaked with sweat. They were both completely sodden as her sewing room was like a sauna, which was why she had been in the garden.
Suddenly, Jaxson lifted up and looked down at her. He didn’t look angry now, and she touched his cheek while he pressed his face against her hand.
“Did you not enjoy that?” she asked.
“I did, trust me, I did.”
“But you said it was not meant to be like this.” She was a little confused.
“It wasn’t supposed to be so quick. I wanted to take my time with you.”
“Oh, so you finished, uh, quickly.”
“Yes, quicker than I usually do,” he said.
This did not make her feel any better. “So, you do this often, having sex with customers?”
“Shit, fuck, no, that is not what I meant. Fuck me, I am bad at this.” He groaned and dropped his head down to her shoulder. “I wanted it to be good for you.”
“I did enjoy it.”
“But you didn’t orgasm,” he said.
She could not believe she was having this conversation with Jaxson in her sewing room.
“Okay,” she said. Could this be any more awkward?
“Go out with me,” he said.
This surprised her. “Like a date?”
“Yes, like a date.”
She nodded her head. “Okay.”
“Tonight?”
“Sure.”
He leaned down and kissed her, and her heart leapt within her chest. She never felt this way about anyone before.
Maybe it was the heat.
Or perhaps it might be something else.
Chapter Five
Jaxson had never been on a single date in his life. He’d picked women up, fucked random women, but never gone to the trouble of taking them out. He never needed to and didn’t see the point in giving them the wrong impression.
Arriving at his parents’ home, he saw his dad was outside with the hood of his truck up, and he leaned over it.
“Hey, son,” Mark said.
“Hey, Dad.”
“What brings you here in the heat? Shouldn’t you be at the lake?” he asked.
“Dad, I’m thirty-five years old, and I’m not a pervert. The lake is for kids and families.”
“Oh, right, sorry, you will always be my boy to me.” Mark laughed and lifted his head. “Do you want a drink?”
“Actually, I want some advice.”
“Jaxson, it is about time you showed up. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” his mother said, suddenly appearing in the doorway.