Page 53 of Nightmare’s Playground

“Have you always been this bossy?” I asked, reaching behind my head for the neck of my shirt and pulling it off.

“I’m not—” Whatever she was about to say died on her lips as her eyes bounced between the hoops in my nipples and the ink on my body.

And there was a lot of it: my chest, my stomach, my arms. Almost every inch of my body was covered in ink.

“Wow.” Her eyes were big. “That’s a lot of tattoos.”

“Dude named Craig in the joint.” I ran my hand down my chest. “He was fuckin’ talented.”

I had the Grim Reaper on one arm and Jack the Ripper on the other.

“Why an Eagle and the American Flag?” she asked, her eyes taking in the two that covered my entire chest.

“Before I got locked up, I wanted to join the military.”

She nodded her head as she took it all in.

Content to let her look her fill, I unhooked my wallet chain and dropped it onto the floor, then toed off my boots, unbuttoned my jeans, and shoved them and my boxers down my legs.

When my cock sprang free, hard and thick, I gave it a stroke to relieve the tension.

“Oh, shit,” she said, eyes wide as she watched. “That thing will not fit inside me.”

I chuckled. “It’ll fit.”

“No, Jax.” She was shaking her head. “I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

Crawling up the bed over her, I got her thighs spread wide around my hips, and fisted my cock. I dragged the head through all that wetness, up and down until she was squirming, then notched it at her entrance.

My eyes locked on hers as I rocked my hips, pushing in slowly.

Fuck.

She was so tight.

Grinding my teeth, I took my time pushing in an inch at a time.

Her lips parted as I pressed in deeper.

“Fuck, baby,” I groaned. Her pussy felt like a fist squeezing my cock as I pushed deeper until I felt⁠—

My brows shot up.

What. The. Fuck.

The head of my cock was pressing against her maidenhood.

How? How was she still a—my blood turned to ice.

I couldn’t do this.

I couldn’t be her first.

She deserved hearts and flowers and⁠—

“Don’t!”