Page 81 of The Gentleness of Rage

“I want to sleep with you,” Jaelynn announced, surprising him.

“You’ve been doing that on and off all day,” Slate replied, amused.

“No, I want sex, but we’re not in the fittest shape,” Jaelynn said.

Jaelynn

Slate stiffened.

Had I asked the wrong thing? Was Slate not attracted to me because of all the bruises covering my body?

“Are you sure?” Slate questioned, sounding guttural.

“Yes.” The word had barely left my mouth before Slate reached over and kissed me thoroughly. He dragged me across his body as his good hand slowly roamed mine. He cupped my ass and squeezed.

“I love this, it’s fuckin’ peachy. One day, I’m going to bite it all over and feast on it,” Slate murmured.

“Not today with your injuries.”

Slate grinned. He rolled onto his side, and Slate’s fingers cupped my breast.

I braced, but it felt fine, and I relaxed. Slate kissed me as his hand kneaded my breast, and his mouth made love to me. We’d shared some pretty hot kisses, but this seemed different. There was a pressure between my thighs that really wanted alleviating, and I needed Slate inside me. But rushing would be a mistake. My last sexual encounter had been horrific.

Slate seemed to read my mind as he brought me to arousal slowly. Slate kept kissing me as he moved his hand down between my legs.

The moment Slate touched me there, I stiffened, and a sob of fear escaped me. Slate immediately removed his hand and hauled me close as he rubbed my back.

“I want this. What’s wrong with me?” I felt sick and was shaking, and it was taking everything not to run off screaming.

“It’s fine, baby, I can wait,” Slate gritted out. His cock was hard against my leg, and my pussy was begging.

“What if you just shove it in?” I suggested, and Slate recoiled.

“No, babe, that’s force, and I won’t subject you to that,” Slate hissed.

“But I’m giving you permission. Slate, I want you, but my mind is screaming no,” I said as tears trickled down my cheeks.

“Jaelynn, you were almost raped. Seconds away from being forcefully penetrated. Of course your head is scared. That sort of trauma stays with you. I can wait as long as need be, but therapy is needed,” Slate murmured.

“No. This isn’t fair, I need to have sex,” I wailed, and Slate laughed.

“I want you, Jaelynn, but your health is more important than my cock and his demands.”

I lay there as I cried myself out and snuggled into Slate. A thought crossed my mind, and I started kissing his chest. Slate lay under me and didn’t move.

“Maybe…” I murmured as my hands began exploring what I could of Slate. I had to be mindful of his bad shoulder and side.

My hand moved downwards, followed by my lips, and I grasped Slate’s cock firmly.

Slate hissed, and I moved my hand up and down, and tiny droplets of pre-cum appeared.

A wanton smile crossed my lips as I bent my head and put him in my mouth.

Slate’s hips lifted off the bed, and a ragged gasp of pain left his lips. I stopped and hit the pain relief button.

“That may be the best way to do this,” I said as I latched back onto his dick.

I took him deep, and Slate’s breathing changed. It hitched and sped up as I played with Slate’s balls and sucked him off. His cock was long and thick, and I had to hollow my cheeks to take him.

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