Page 63 of Down & Dirty: Rage

Normally, he always wrapped his dick tight since the women he fucked weren’t one-man women.

Not that he was a one-woman man, either.

He grabbed the wrap from where he’d thrown it on the bed and held it up, giving her another opportunity to back out. Because once he was inside her, it would be too late. The deed would be done.

Would he stop at that point if she asked? Hell yeah. But neither of them would be able to undo the loss of her virginity.

Christ!This was fucking with his head. When the fuck did he ever overthink about having sex?

Fucking never.

He ripped the wrap open and rolled it down his length.

Jesus, his hands were shaking like it was his first time, too.

Chapter Twelve

Rage settledhis weight between her thighs again. Using his dick, he parted her slick folds, probing for that sweet spot while silently asking permission to press on. Her fingers clamped around his hips, squeezing him tight.

“No?”

“Yes, but…” She chewed on her bottom lip.

Of fucking course she was nervous. She wasn’t the only one. And he hadn’t been anxious like this since his own cherry had been popped when he was a teen. “It’s okay, baby. Gonna go slow. It gets to be too much, you tell me and I’m gonna stop. No need to rush. Want this to be good for you.”

“I want this to be good for you, too.”

He wanted to bark out a laugh. She had no idea how long he’d been waiting for this and never thought it would happen. Even if it only lasted thirty seconds, those damn thirty seconds were going to be fucking great for him.

He nudged his way inside her, bit by bit, slowly moving forward until he hit a barrier.

This was fucking it. Once he pushed past it…

When her hard nipples brushed against his chest and her nails dug deep into his ass, he thrust forward.

And stopped.

The gasp he heard wasn’t a good one. It made him immediately regret this whole damn thing.

What the fuck was he thinking? He was a stupid fuck.

“Ash.”

He unclenched his jaws and glanced down at her.

“I was aware it might hurt so I mentally prepared for that. It’s fine. I’m fine,” she assured him.

“But—”

She shook her head. “The pain’s already over. Bring on the pleasure.”

Christ, no fucking pressure at all. “Gonna do my fuckin’ best.”

“Can’t ask for anything more than that.”

Sure she could, and if he could give her everything she ever asked for, he’d do that, too, but he was just a biker who managed a strip club and lived in a shitty two-bedroom apartment above it.

This woman has known you her whole fuckin’ life. She’s aware of who and what you are. She’s okay with it. Stop fuckin’ with your own head.