Damned by Bec Botefuhr Read Free Book Online

and slides his fingers into my panties, then begins to probe. I panic a little when he slides his fingers into my most sensitive flesh, and begins a light stroke. The pleasure is overwhelming, taking me to heights I could have never imagined. I cry out and grip his arms; my nails dig into his skin as he quickens the pace, and begins stroking me with fierce intent. I scream as my first ever orgasm rocks my body. After a moment, he pulls his hands out and kisses me once more.
    “Well…” He says after a moment.
    “I…never…wow.”
    “Was that your first?”
    “Yes.”
    “You never did it to yourself?” He seems quite surprised by this.
    “No, why would I?”
    “For pleasure…”
    “I had no need for pleasure, until now.”
    He moves and I feel his very firm erection press against me.
    “You're…”
    “I just touched a very beautiful woman, of course I am hard.” He growls.
    “Does it hurt?”
    He laughs but it is strained. “Not, exactly.”
    “Then why did you growl at me.”
    “I want release too, and it will throb like that until I get it. Fear not little girl, I will sort it out later.”
    “With somebody else?” I cry, and then scold myself for my stupid outburst.
    “No baby, with my hand.”
    “Oh…”
    “I can wait kid, but not forever.”
    “I don’t want you to wait forever. I could…I mean…I could make it go away, couldn’t I?”
    “Sure you could.”
    “How?”
    “With your hand, with your mouth…”
    I make an odd whimpering sound, and then my heart begins to pound. “Will you show me how?”
    I reach my hand out, and he takes it in his, lowering it until it rests on his erection. I freak out at the size alone and begin to tremble. His skin is hotter down there; softer, silky even.
    “It’s…huge.”
    He laughs, shakily. “Thanks.”
    “We won’t fit you know.”
    “We will, now stop talking.”
    He closes my fingers over his length and with his hand over mine, begins stroking up and down. I quite like the sensation that fills me when he moans in my ear, I like the little swirl of pleasure I get in my stomach, knowing he likes it. He removes his hand from mine, leaving me to do it on my own. I follow his lead and continue stroking up and down, slowly, and gently. He groans, his abdomen tightening against my other hand, which is splayed out across his stomach. He growls loudly, until finally he shoves my hand from him and lets out a guttural sound.
    He rolls off the couch and walks into the bathroom, I flush, did I do something wrong? Was it enjoyable? When he comes back out, he sits beside me on the couch. I try hard to keep my eyes off his magical body. He is so utterly beautiful. He yanks me into his arms and kisses my lips firmly, then lets me go.
    “Thanks mate.”
    “Thanks?” My voice comes out hurt.
    “You were real good.”
    “My hand you mean?”
    He gives me that heart wrenching half smile. “Yeah, your hand.”
    “I wasn’t so bad?”
    “For the most boring part of sex, you made it crazy good.”
    “That’s the most boring part?”
    “What we just did, is without a doubt the dullest part.”
    I blink. “That was the dullest part? It was mind blowing.”
    “You got a nice shock coming.”
    “I guess we should go to sleep. Do you want me to go home?”
    “Nah, sleep here.”
    I smile, weakly. “Thanks.”
    “I will see you in the morning.”
    He kisses my head, before standing and walking out. At his bedroom door, he turns and says, “Just so you know; that would top any other time, with any other woman.”
    I smile half the night away at that comment and fall into a blissful, deep sleep.
    CHAPTER 4
    When I wake in the morning, the lights of the house are on, and Jax’s bedroom door is open. I stand, pulling on some decent clothes and running my fingers through my very scraggly hair. I can’t see Jax, so I assume he is out in the pub. I go to find him. He isn’t in the bar, but some of the crew are having breakfast. When they see me, many