Page 120 of Broken Lines

Now, I want it all. Iwantwhat I’ve denied myself. I want to know what it feels like for him to be inside of me—for him to have all of me. And there’s no stopping this now.

I moan as we crash backwards, his hands sliding over me and grabbing me tightly and possessively. Igniting me. Turning me to liquid fire as he all but rips the buttons off my flannel shirt.

I gasp as it falls open, my fingers shoving his t-shirt up his grooved body before he rips it off his head and tosses it away. We slam together again, and I shiver, relishing the hot sensation of his muscled body against my bare skin—my nipples dragging electrically against him as his hands slide down and into the waist of my panties.

I can feel the throbbing hard bulge of his cock pulsing against my core as we slam back against the piano in the corner of the studio. The lid over the keys is closed, and I moan into his lips as his big hands grab my ass and lift me onto the edge of it.

My legs spread, my core tightening as he slips between them. His fingers trace down the seam of my thigh, and I moan deeply when he slips them under the edge of my panties to run up my slit.

“Jackson…ohfuck!”

My jaw goes slack as two of his thick fingers sink into me, stretching me deliciously as he curls them deep to stroke against my g-spot. I yank at his belt, ripping it and his jeans open before shoving them down over his hip. His swollen cock springs free, slapping heavily and hotly against my thigh as I whimper and roll my tongue with his.

My hand drops to his cock, and I shudder at the feeling of him pulsing against my palm. My core quivers at the way his body tightens, and the masculine, deep growl that rumbles in his chest as my small fingers curl around him.

Stroking him.

Pulling him closer.

When I feel the swollen head of his cock tease against my lips, my breath catches. My body jolts, tensing with the need for him as I center him against my slickness. His hands tighten on me, his cock pulsing as he starts to sink between my lips.

“Just…go slow, first?”

Jackson freezes. Instantly, I wince. And when he pulls back, my eyes fly to his.

“Hold on—”

“Fuck me…” I whimper, my fingers curling around his cock, trying to pull him into me.

But he grunts, pushing my hand away and letting the electrifying heat of his cock slip from between my lips.

“Melody—”

“Do it! I want you—”

“Stop.”

I freeze, my breath choking in my throat as my face heats.

“You…fuck.”

“Wait, Jackson—”

My face falls as he starts to pull back from me.

“We’re not doing this.”

“What?Why?!”

“Because you—”

“Because I’m a virgin,” I snap bitterly.

Hie eyes spark as his jaw tightens.

“Yes.”

“And why does that matter if I want you to—”

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