Page 16 of Jaded Soul

I cry out when he slams home in one hard thrust, rocking me to my very core. One hand glides down my body, cupping my breast, then kneading the soft flesh of my hips. I’ve always been self-conscious of my curves, but they fit perfectly in his hands as he caresses and worships every inch of me.

Jett continues his exploration of my body, sliding his hand up and down my outer thigh. He grips me behind my knee, opening me up more for him and pressing my leg up against my chest.

“Oh, my god. Yes, yes, yes!” I moan. At this angle, he’s hitting that spot again, the one that sparks every single nerve ending and makes me shake uncontrollably.

“There it is. So. Fucking. Hot,” he groans between rough strokes.

My pussy gushes for him, our bodies making wet, sticky sounds as we grind against each other and chase our pleasure. Jett buries his face in my neck and grunts each time he hits home.

My muscles tense and pull tight against my skin as he pounds into me over and over, splitting me open and demanding my orgasm. My entire body throbs, not understanding what’s about to happen but wanting it anyway.

“I feel you, baby. You’re so close.”

I nod, whimpering and panting into his mouth before sealing my lips over his. My nails bite into his shoulders, my back bows off the bed, and my thighs tighten around his hips as I come.Hard. It feels like my chest is being ripped open as I scream for him to keep going, harder, deeper, more, more, more.

I expect him to come with me, but he keeps hammering into me until I’m completely spent. I don’t have any time to recover before he pulls out, grips my hips, and flips me over on my stomach, positioning me on all fours and thrusting back inside.

“Jesus, fuck. So tight,” he grits.

I can't evenbreathe, he's so deep inside me, stroking his thick cock in and out and taking what he needs from me. I'm sore and swollen, and still, I want more. I rock back into him, making him growl and tighten his grip on my hips.

“Yes, Jett, I love it like this,” I moan, unsure where this confident, bold side of me is coming from.

“Goddamn, baby. I'll give this to you every single day if it makes you happy.”

I can’t speak, so I nod and whimper a response. Jett must like it because he picks up his speed, using his strong arms to bounce me off his cock. My fingers curl into the sheets as I throw my head back and let out a broken cry.

A storm swirls deep in my core as the pressure gathers and threatens to consume me, body and soul. Jett reaches around me and rubs furious circles over my clit, grinding his dick against me and filling me up completely. My orgasm flashes through me like lightning piercing through the sky. The storm clouds break open, raining down pleasure and washing me out to sea. I’m drowning in ecstasy when I hear Jett's thunderous roar. He empties himself deep inside my pussy, his cock twitching and filling me with so much cum it spills out of me.

He collapses on top of me, pressing my body into the mattress. I love feeling his weight, like he’s anchoring me right here, keeping me in the moment.

Eventually, Jett rolls over onto his back, getting settled before he drags me over his chest and tucks me into his side.

“Holy fuck,” Jett says in astonishment.

I grin. “Yeah. Holy fuck.”

He laughs, making me giggle in return.

We stay wrapped up in each other for long moments, soaking up the feeling of being together like this. I don’t know if it’s all the endorphins coursing through my veins or the fact that I just lost my virginity in the hottest way with the hottest man I’ve ever met, but for some reason, I decide to unburden my soul.

“I saw my dad kill someone,” I blurt out. Jett freezes while I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand. I hadn’t said it out loud yet. Hearing it makes it that much more real. “I think it was for the initiation into Hell’s Scoundrels,” I mumble from behind my hand.

When Jett still doesn’t move or say a single word, I panic, dropping my hand and rambling out everything I saw and everything I know. If he’s going to leave me, he should at least have the full story.

“I didn’t know… I mean, I knew my father was capable of horrible things, but murder? I wasn’t supposed to be home that night,” I whisper as the gut-twisting memory floods into my mind. “I was supposed to be babysitting but the mom canceled her plans at the last minute. I just wanted to hang out in my room and avoid my dad, like most nights. But when I heard the yelling outside, I looked out the window. I couldn’t quite see what was happening so I made the mistake of opening the door to our trailer to find…”

I trail off, fighting back the tears. Jett cups my cheek, gently turning my face toward his. “I’m so sorry you had to witness that,” he says. “What happened next?”

I take a deep breath and continue. I have no choice now that I've started. "There was a man on the ground, bloodied and bruised. My father's hands were cut up and bleeding as well, letting me know he was the one who beat up this man. I was horrified, but then… then he wrapped his hand around the man's neck and strangled him to death."

“Jesus Christ,” Jett mutters.

“I tried covering up my shocked reaction, but my gasp was heard by my dad and the two other men he was with. When they turned their attention to me, I ran. I’m not particularly fast or well-coordinated, but I knew they were on lots of drugs. I didn’t have to be fast, I just had to get far enough away to hide.”

“And you’ve been hiding ever since,” he finishes for me. I nod. “Wait, so your dad pledged to be in Hell’s Scoundrels? That means they have to have chapters up north, too,” he says more to himself than to me.

“All of that to say… I’m no good for you,” I admit with a sigh. “I’m more trouble than I’m worth. I come with an entire MC chasing after me.”

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