Page 11 of Jaxson

Tillie walked into the room, carrying two large glasses, and he took one, drinking it down in a few gulps. It was fresh and lemony. The moment he finished, she promised she would be right back.

She returned moments later with a new drink, but he was nearly done with the system. A few more minutes and he had everything loaded up and ready to go. He turned toward Tillie, and she was perched on the edge of the desk. She held both drinks, and she had removed her hat, but her hair was pulled back on top of her head. She tilted her head to the side, and he took the drink from her, taking several sips. Neither of them spoke, and he just watched her.

“It’s hot,” she said.

“Yes, it is.” But he wasn’t talking about the weather. Tillie looked hot as fuck.

There was a bead of perspiration that fell down her neck, and he couldn’t help but follow the path it took as it fell between the valley of her tits. Just seeing her made him want to lick that path right up. He needed to get out of there. Only, rather than take a step toward the door, he found himself taking a step closer to her, then another.

Everything in his mind was screaming at him to leave and not fuck this up with Tillie. His head was not listening. His cock was rock-hard.

It was hot as fuck, and he put his glass down on a tabletop, then took Tillie’s from her hand. He tried to bring some sense to himself, but nothing was working as he then reached out, gripped the back of her neck, and pulled her close. He waited a second for Tillie to at least have one of her senses intact, but there didn’t seem to be any.

Time for sense was gone.

He pulled her in close and kissed her hard. She arched up against him, and he expected her to push him away, to stop this, and he would have destroyed the friendship between them. Only, Tillie didn’t push him away. She put her hands on his chest, then circled them around the back of his neck. With his other hand, he grabbed some of her ass and squeezed the flesh, drawing her closer so she was able to feel the hard ridge of his cock. He was so fucking aroused, and nothing made any sense to him.

Jaxson didn’t know who tore whose clothes off of whom, but one moment they were fully clothed, and the next, they were completely naked. He pulled back and stared down at her, seeing her naked tits, her body, her cunt, and he basked in every second, taking her to the floor.

Sense was not coming to him as he moved between her full legs and took possession of her lips once again. She arched up against him, and he ran his hand down toward her pussy, teasing her clit, finding her soaking wet. She was dripping, and he wanted to be patient, to bring her to orgasm, but he needed to be inside her.

Gripping his stiff cock, he lined the tip to her entrance, and staring into her eyes, he slammed balls-deep inside her.

He didn’t expect her to scream, to arch against him. She didn’t push him away, but her hand was clenched so tight, and he didn’t know what he had done wrong, and then it dawned on him.

Tillie Short had been a virgin, and he had just taken that from her.

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Tillie didn’t know how it had happened. One moment she was watching Jaxson change her unit for her, and the next, he’d turned around, and she handed him a drink, but she hadn’t been thinking about keeping his thirst sustained. She had looked at him, and she wanted him. There was no other word for it. She wanted him more than she wanted any other man in her life.

The truth was, she had never been on a single date. She went to prom without a date, made her own prom dress, because she wanted to, and danced with a few of the girls, but no one wanted to dance with her. It had been a fun night, but she had gone dateless.

She didn’t know how to talk to men, or to date them. So, she thrust herself into her work, and now she stared up at Jaxson, and the pain that had suddenly gripped her ebbed away. She took a deep breath, feeling the pressure of his cock inside her.

Perhaps it was the heat, or this was what they were building toward, she didn’t know, but she didn’t want him to stop, and Jaxson looked a little ... terrified.

“You were a virgin,” he said.

She nodded, because right now, it didn’t seem right to speak. He was still rock solid inside her, but at least the pain was lessening with every passing second. Although, he looked complete and totally shocked.

“You’re scared?” she asked.

“I ... did I hurt you?”

“It’s gone. The pain is gone.”

This had to be the most embarrassing moment between the two of them. There were no other words for it.

He looked down at her, and then frowned. “Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head. “Not unless you want to stop?” What did she say? That she wanted to see where this went and the pain had lessened, and it was starting to feel good.

She didn’t know how she had become a twenty-nine-year-old virgin, but it happened, and now she wasn’t.

“Fuck, I don’t want to hurt you.”

She put her hands on his chest. “You’re not. You’re not. There is no pain.” She attempted to wriggle on his cock, to show him there was no pain, but he groaned, and now she was worried she had hurt him.