Page 65 of Savage

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any more insane, Jaxon slid one large finger into the folds of my sex. The heel of his palm against my core. I moaned into his mouth as he then slid another finger inside me. His tongue pushed between my lips at the same time as his fingers drove into me.

“You’re so wet. So ready,” he said against my lips. “You make me feel like a horny teenager.”

I couldn’t agree more as my body jack-knifed against his hand and my first orgasm was ripped from my body. “That’s it, baby,” Jaxon said. “Cum for me.” And my muscles tightened around his fingers as I did just that.

It was the most erotic feeling and my entire body was singing. The fluttering sensation in my pelvis throbbed, milking my climax.

Jaxon then lifted his head and kissed my nose, withdrawing his hand from my underwear.

He looked down into my eyes like he could see into my soul. “And now for the best part,” Jaxon chuckled with a sexy smile and my heart rate doubled in speed.

“Do I need to be careful Wynter?”

“What?” I panted, my body damp with sweat. My hands were on his shoulders and they were shaking.

“Do you understand what I’m asking? Do I need to take it slow?”

Jaxon wanted me to confirm his suspicions that I was a virgin. “Yes, please. Be careful.”

“I’ll try my best,” he replied, running his fingers lovingly down my face before pushing up and off the bed.

“Will it hurt?” I questioned innocently as he walked towards his discarded trousers and retrieved his wallet. He turned his head toward me as he withdrew a foiled packeted condom.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can be and yes, it may hurt but not for long. You just need to relax, OK?”

I nodded as he dropped his wallet and walked towards the bottom of the bed, I pushed up on my elbows drinking him in. He looked magnificent in those boxers; his massive hard-on, pushing against the material. I remembered when I’d curved my hand around it that day in the kitchen.

I was laid on the bed, spread out before him like some type of human sacrifice and I loved it.

Without one word, Jaxon pushed his boxers down his thighs and stood before me in all his manly glory, his large penis was pushing up towards his navel. That man V of his muscles framing his cock. He was such a confident male as he stood naked before me. I pushed the thought of how many women had seen him like that from my mind.

After tearing open the packet, Jaxon rolled the condom over his broad, throbbing length. He then crawled onto the bed and positioned himself over my body, his hands sliding my knickers down my legs, exposing me to his eyes.

I could see the desire on his face as he roamed over that special place between my thighs; taking in the dark nest of hair there.

“Open your legs, I want to see you,” he whispered and I did as he asked, feeling a burst of nerves flitter through me.

I jerked as his hand cupped me again, his thumb caressing that small bud of my sex.

“So, fucking perfect and so mine,” he stated, confidence and ownership stamped on me with those few words.

Jaxon then moved into position, guiding himself towards my entrance and I almost stopped breathing as I felt the thick blunt head of his cock touch me there.

He then moved further over me, caging me against the bed with his massive frame and I then felt him sliding slowly into me. The concentration on his face was fierce and he used his thigh to push my legs further apart.

“Fuck me, you’re tight,” he said, closing his eyes. His face was almost pained.

Jaxon’s chest rubbed against my already sensitive nipples as he continued to push inside of me and I felt a feeling of discomfort. Surely that wasn’t it?

I flinched slightly and closed my eyes, my fists curling against the mattress.

“Open your eyes and look at me Wynter,” Jaxon husked. “I want to see you when I fill you.” And I did, staring up in wonder into his beautiful face.

After dropping a quick kiss on my mouth, he then thrust himself the rest of the way, burying himself inside my body to the hilt. I cried out, the feeling so immense, like I was suddenly full and Jaxon stopped, holding himself above me. His forceful possession was a shock even though I’d expected some pain.

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” he whispered, raining kisses across my face. “I will never hurt you again.” The way he said those words, I believed him and my heart swelled in my chest.

Jaxon waited until he had stretched me and I’d accepted his size and then he started to move.

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