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I throw back my head, bow my body up and cry out when the first wave hits me. I feel Jaxon plunge his fingers in deeper, which causes the second wave to wash over me. The three other times I’ve come were nowhere near as intense as this. I feel as though I’m floating, my body weightless. The sensations are almost too much.
When I slowly come back to earth, Jaxon is hovering over me with his arms resting on either side of my head. The extreme pleasure I see on his face brings tears to my eyes. Never has anyone taken the time and care with my body that Jaxon just did.
“You are absolutely stunning, do you know that?” he asks me quietly. I’m so overcome with emotion that all I can do is shake my head. “I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as watching you let go,” he adds, then dips his head and gives me a brief kiss.
“You okay?” he asks, while he wipes away the few tears that escaped.
I give him a watery smile. “I’m perfect.”
“Are you ready for more?”
I chuckle at his question and respond, “Yes, please.”
I feel Jaxon shift and then feel his erection at my entrance. Fear creeps in and I can’t help but stiffen a little. Having Jaxon use his fingers is different than him using his cock. An image of Steven brutally forcing himself inside me pops into my head. I know that it’s not Steven who is with me now but I can’t stop the memories from coming.
I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, trying to force them away, but it doesn’t work. I break out into a cold sweat and my deep breathing has moved from the breathy pants of passion to the deep inhalations of fear. Memories form in my head, and I can’t stop it.
Steven slamming into me from behind while his friend takes me from the front.
His friend fucking me while Steven rams a sharp painful object into my butt.
Steven standing above me, choking me on his dick while two of his friends rape me.
Steven shoving an old splintered baseball bat into me.
Me using the bathroom after numerous brutal rapes and watching the blood rush out of me.
I’m pulled from the horrible memories when Jaxon grabs both sides of my face.
“Look at me, Bailey.” I open my eyes and shake my head, trying to rid my mind of the awful pictures. I focus on the steel blue that’s right in front of me. I can tell that my relapse has caused Jaxon pain. He’s suffering because I’m suffering. It’s clear as day in his beautiful eyes.
“If you’re not ready we don’t have to go any further. We can wait.”
“No!” I shout at him. “No, Jaxon, I want this. I need this. I’m okay. It just scared me for a minute, but I’m okay now. Please.” I’m practically begging him now. I know that sounds pathetic, but I know that if I can only get past this hurdle, I’ll be okay. Jaxon is the one person who can set me free.
Jaxon watches me for a few more moments before making his decision.
“I want you to keep your eyes on me the entire time. Don’t look away from me. Don’t close your eyes. I need you to know it’s me that’s taking you. Me and only me.” I nod. I can definitely do that. I love seeing Jaxon above me.
Eyes locked to mine, Jaxon shifts his hips, and I feel him barely slip inside me. Just the tip is in so there isn’t much pressure yet. Slowly, he pushes forward, stretching me. I feel the metal of his piercing rubbing against my sensitive walls and the sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. The pressure builds, but it’s not unpleasant. From the intense look and the harsh breaths that are coming from Jaxon, it’s plain to see he’s holding back. When he’s seated fully inside me and his hips rest against mine, I feel pleasantly filled, stretched to the max.
Still watching me, Jaxon pulls back a fraction of an inch and pushes back in. I moan at the friction and involuntary tighten my inner walls. Jaxon groans and pulls out farther, only to push right back in.
I bite my lip and breathe, “More.”
Jaxon unbends his arms so only his palms are still beside my head. He starts out slowly pushing in and out, but then picks up his pace. Our eyes never once leave each other. My hands are on his biceps and my fingers grip the muscles there.
I love the way he feels inside me. I love being full of Jaxon. There’s no better feeling.
Jaxon’s movements become faster. I hear our bodies slapping together. I’m so wet that Jaxon slides in and out with ease. The tightness in my stomach expands to the rest of my body. Our breathing has become ragged. Both of us are close.
Just before I’m ready to explode, Jaxon pushes up and sits back on his legs. He grabs me under my arms and pulls me up until I’m sitting on his legs with him still buried inside me.
“Ride me, angel,” he growls.
The movement surprises me just as much as his demand. The look in his eyes tells me that he’s on the edge. He’s giving me the opportunity to take control because he’s worried if he loses his, it may scare me. My heart softens at the realization.
Placing my hands on his shoulders, I use them as leverage as I lift myself up and then slide back down. Jaxon grips my hips to help me with my upward motion. With each downward stroke Jaxon lets out a grunt. I tunnel my hands in his hair and bring my lips to his in a feverish kiss. The pressure is building again. I grind my clit down on his pubic area. Jaxon moves his hands to my butt and pushes me down even harder. I’m no longer moving up and down but forward and backward. The friction is impossible to resist, and I explode with another loud cry.
