Page 60 of Sexting His Son's Ex
She nods, her hair falling onto her face.
We can’t have that.
“What is it?” I push for an answer.
“I’m afraid to say. I’m nervous you won’t want me anymore.”
I growl low in my throat, gripping her chin. “There is nothing you can say that will stop me from wanting you. Nothing.”
A few seconds of silence pass between us before her beautiful bronze eyes lock with mine.
“I’m a virgin.”
17
JOVIE
I hold my breath,waiting for him to become furious, or disgusted with me. A man of his age, I wouldn’t think would want someone so inexperienced. He goes so long without speaking, I lift my arms again to cover myself up.
“I’m—I’m sorry. I’ll go.” My eyes well up with tears from embarrassment. My cheeks turn hot. “I just thought you needed to know.” I bend down to pick up my bra that’s right next to him and his hand snags my throat, lifting me back up, and pressing me against the wall.
The wild pound of my heart has to be heard.
His eyes are intense, darkened, and the green can’t even be seen. I can’t read him. I can’t tell what he wants or what he is thinking.
“No one has ever fucked you?” His voice is a deep rasp, and he bites his lip, his gaze roaming up and down my body.
I shake my head, hoping the truth will keep me alive.
“No one haseverhad you?” He steps closer, his fingers drifting down the middle of my chest. “No one?”
I know what he’s asking. He’s asking if I truly never had sex with his son.
“No one,” I answer.
He unbuttons my jeans, the zipper lowering louder than the broken breaths that escape me. It echoes in the room, the teeth grinding to expose my body. Santino is still so composed somehow. I’m nervous. My entire body is trembling. I can’t form two thoughts or string together a sentence.
My lips tingle from the ghost of his kiss. His eyes become raging seas, the color of the ocean in a wicked storm. Whimpers leave me when his fingers dip into my panties and I grip the wall the best I can, wondering what he is going to do.
Blood rushes through my body. My ears ring. The room is hot.Am I breathing? Can I breathe?
His finger brushes against my clit and I gasp.
Good. Air. Finally.
“That surprises me.” He curls two fingers, lazily, curiously, like he is testing every soft touch to find the truth. “You’re so beautiful. Everything about you is captivating and no one has had you? Why is that, Sweet Girl?”
“Just…” I claw at the wall when he dips his finger lower, circling it around my wet entrance.
“Just what? Have you done other things?”
I nod so fast I become dizzy. “Yes. Not a lot, but I have.”
He inserts one finger and I grip his wrist, moaning from the intrusion. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?” He leans forward, pressing the hard ridge of his arousal against me. “Do you needme to stop, Jovie?” Santino’s lips tickle the shell of my ear, his hushed words ghosting over my flesh and they entice a reaction, my skin pebbling in reply.
He sinks his finger deeper. In and out. In and out. Slow. Gentle. Easy.
I crane my head back, closing my eyes as pleasure builds.
