Page 83 of All Jacked Up

I’d always thought losing your virginity hurt, but it hadn’t really. Not like this. The guy I’d given it to, however, didn’t have a penis the size of Ransom’s.

His hand ran over my lower back in a soothing way, and then he thrust his hips and let out a low roar of pleasure while I cried out from the shock of it.

“You took it all,” he growled, then pulled back slightly and pushed in again. “Fuck, that’s incredible.”

His fingers combed my hair back out of my face, and then he held all of it in one hand and tugged gently, causing me to arch my back. “Damn, that’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are? Full of my cock in your hot, bare cunt.”

The slow thrusting of his hips got faster, and I felt my inner walls relax enough that the pain was overtaken by the pleasure.

“That’s it, baby. Squeeze my dick. Fuck, that’s it.”

His voice was sending me closer to the edge. I pressed back against him, and he groaned.

“Keep that up, and I’ll explode,” he warned.

“Yes,” I panted, needing it. Wanting to feel him pump his release inside me.

“Damn, that ass is gonna make me come,” he warned.

“I want it,” I breathed. “Come in me.”

“Fuuuck, baby. You sure?”

I nodded as I chased the oncoming orgasm. “Yes! Yes! Please! I want to feel it!” Then I screamed out his name as my body began to convulse, the waves of pleasure crashing down over me.

“GAH! FUCK!” he roared as the heat began to pump into me, sending me spiraling further into bliss.

Ransom’s hands gripped my hips and slammed me back onto him, then held me there as he shuddered behind me.

We stayed like that while we slowly came back from the high.

After a few moments of silence, he began to ease out of me, and I started to lower my body, but he stopped me.

“No, not yet.”

I stilled and looked back at him to see his gaze was between my legs. There was a dark, pleased glint in his eyes when he lifted them to meet mine.

“I wanted to watch my cum leak out of you. Fuck, that’s hot.”

I felt my cheeks warm and wanted to laugh at myself for being embarrassed over that after all we’d just done.

We stared at each other long enough for all the questions to come barreling back, taking over my thoughts.

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop,” he said before running his finger through his semen and then trailing it down the inside of my thighs.

It was going to be hard to concentrate while he was doing that. I had to get some kind of answer here. Before we … went at it again, if that was what we were about to do. Moving quickly, I flipped over and pulled my knees up, then wrapped my arms around my legs so that I was covering all the areas that might distract him.

His brows lowered, and I fought to keep from letting my eyes roam over his perfect, chiseled body.

“I need answers,” I told him.

“Okay. What is it you want to know?”

Many things, but I doubted he meant that I could begin listing them all off right now. So, I went with the one thing that was most important.

“What happens when you’re done? Do I—do I get tossed intothe pile?” My voice cracked, and I wished it hadn’t, but the fear had escalated as I said the words aloud.

“What pile is that?” he asked, running a fingertip over my knee.

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