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It made perfect sense that she wasn’t that comfortable going after what she wanted sexually when she was exposed because of her scars and her history.

It made me insane that no man had ever taught her how gorgeous she was, scars and all.

Was there any man who didn’t want a woman to want him so much that she had to touch him?

Not in my fucking experience, and that guy definitely wasn’t me.

As soon as I opened my eyes again, I met her gaze and held it. “Do it!” I ground out. “I told you that I was all yours, Jenna. You can’t touch me in a wrong way, if that’s what you’re worried about. I guarantee I’m going to like it.”

Jenna reached out and put her palm on my face. “I’ve only had two men in my life who were sexual. One of them just wanted sex with very little foreplay, and it wasn’t exactly orgasmic. The second ended up being a one-time thing. It was consensual, but he was rough. It was my one and only experience with a blowjob, and he was forcing his dick down my throat by the time it ended. It was horrible. I gagged through the whole thing, but he wouldn’t let me stop until he had his orgasm. I was done as soon as that was over. I didn’t want him to fuck me. I didn’t wait around for him to recover. I ran away from him as fast as I could run. It was a long time ago, but I wanted you to know so you understand why I’m a little nervous about this.”

Rage burned in my damned soul, and it was all I could do not to lose my shit.

I desperately wanted to hurt that son of a bitch. I didn’t give a shit how long ago it had happened.

He’d traumatized a woman with a very long history of sexual assault.

Don’t do it, Miller. This isn’t about you. It’s about Jenna.

I clenched my fists as I growled, “Your beautiful lips never have to get near my cock. You never have to do that again if you don’t enjoy it, Jenna.”

She shook her head and shot me a smile as her hand dropped from my face and skated down my chest.

“I think I’d prefer to replace that memory with a better one,” she said in a sultry voice. “I want to taste your cock, Brock. Please. Let me try.”

Fucking hell and goddamn every man who had ever touched her.

Neither of them had deserved her.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” I said in a tortured voice.

“Just let me go at my own pace. You can touch my head but don’t force me. Is that okay?” she asked as she wrapped her fingers around my cock.

“You’re calling the shots right now, baby,” I answered, my voice raw.

“Teach me with words,” she requested as she stroked my cock. “Tell me what makes it better for you.”

“Fuck! Jenna!” I groaned. “If you don’t stop stroking my cock like that, I won’t last until you put your mouth on me.”

She shot me a sexy smile, and my damn heart nearly exploded.

The nervousness on her face was completely gone.

It had been replaced by curiosity and wonder.

Fuck! She was so damn innocent when it came to sensual pleasure.

“You’re so big,” she said as she looked down at the engorged dick she was enthusiastically stroking.

She leaned in and explored my chest with her mouth, nipping and sucking at my nipples and then kissing her way up my neck.

I wanted to pull her shapely body against me and kiss her breathless, but I’d made a promise to Jenna and keeping that promise right now meant everything to me.

This was a pivotal moment, and I didn’t want to do anything to ruin it for Jenna.

I put my palms on the shower stall to remind myself that she had complete control right now.

I took a deep breath and watched as Jenna slowly kissed her way down my body and then went to her knees, a few locks of her wet hair sticking to her cheeks.