Page 81 of Mace

She’s a virgin.Maylie is a fucking virgin.

My heart skips a beat, something I’m pretty sure it’s never done before, as elation washes through me. In any other circumstance, I would never want to be with someone without experience, but knowing no one has ever touched Maylie that way before unlocks a possessive edge to me I didn’t know I had. I want to be her first. I like knowing I’ll be the only one who’s been inside her.

She mistakes my silence for judgement and quickly scrambles away from me, coming to stand at the edge of the bed. “Right. Okay. I’m sorry.” Heat rises in her cheeks as she refuses to meet my gaze. “I’ll go back next door.”

Before she can reach for her sweater, I wrap my hand around her bicep. “Stop.”

She doesn’t move, but she also won’t look at me. I lifther chin with my other hand, and her uncertain eyes lock onto mine. The vulnerability shining in them hits me in the chest like a fucking sledgehammer, and I realise the power I have to destroy her.

“I don’t care that you’re a virgin. Knowing no one else has touched you is fuckin’ driving me to the edge.”

The line between her eyes deepens as she searches my expression for the truth in my words. “You’re just saying that.”

“Babe, I never say shit I don’t mean.”

She pulls away from my touch, glancing aside. “Don’t you find it weird that I’m twenty-two and have never had sex?”

“Why would I find it weird?”

“You were my first kiss too, Mace.”

Fuck. My cock turns to stone. “Sweetheart, you’re killing me here.”

“I am?”

I thread my fingers through her hair. “I love that you’re mine completely,” I assure her. “And I’ll take this at whatever pace you need to. The first time we’re together, I want you to be comfortable.”

I don’t even recognise the words coming out of my mouth. I’ve never said this shit to anyone in my entire fucking life. If she was a club girl, I would have kicked her out of my fucking room, but Maylie isn’t someone I plan on using for a good time. She’s my future. “Get ready for bed. You look exhausted.”

“What about you?”

“I’m fine. I can survive on next to no sleep.”

Her eyes bounce from my eyes to between my legs. “I mean…that.”

I follow her line of sight, noting the bulge behind my jeans. I’m hard as a rock. “You let me worry about that.”

She shakes her head and tentatively presses her hand against the folds of denim protecting my dick. I suck a breath between my teeth the moment she makes contact, my balls so tight, it hurts.

“You don’t have to do this,” I say despite the pain of needing to release.

“I know, but I want to.” Her fingers fumble with my belt, and I don’t move as she pulls the buckle free before releasing the button. I have to concentrate so hard to make sure I don’t blow in my underwear.

Eventually, she pulls down my zip and peels my jeans apart, pushing them down my thighs. She stares at the bulge behind my boxers, her fingers trailing over the material, making my hips twitch.

This seems to embolden her, and she slips her hand between the waistband of my boxer shorts and my belly until her fingers meet the silk of my shaft.

I swallow hard, sucking in air through my nose as she rubs along my shaft to the tip of my cock. I can hear my laboured breaths in the silence of the room as she frees me from the material.

“It’s sobig.” She breathes the words, and I’m not sure she intended to say them out loud, but it makes me chuckle.

“I’m glad you approve.”

Her eyes flick to mine before lowering again to study my cock. “I don’t know what I’m doing. What do you like?”

I understand how hard it is to tell someone you’re out of your depth, so I take her hand in mine and wrap itaround my shaft. “You can apply a lot more pressure than you are,” I tell her. “Don’t be afraid of hurting me. I can take it.”

She tightens her grip, firm enough that it sends a wave of desire shooting through my body but not hard enough to cause pain. My fingers tangle in her hair. “That’s my good girl.” Her eyes heat at my words. “You like that? Being called my good girl?”

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