Page 61 of Consequences

“Undertaker?”

He pauses before his tongue reaches its goal. “Yeah, baby doll?”

“Never mind.”

“No, there’s nonever mindshere. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she says and smiles. “Nothing at all.”

Stilling his hands, he looks up into her eyes. “Talk to me. What’s going on in your head.”

“I’m… I know I seem super ready and willing, and I’m more than willing, actually, but I don’t… I don’t know what to do. How to act.”

Kissing her inner thigh, he smiles. He thought she’d changed her mind, but he’s relieved she hasn’t. “You do whatever you feel. We’re figuring this out together, and there’s no right orwrong. Your body will seek out pleasure, so just do what comes naturally.”

“It’s kind of funny.”

“What is?”

“You’re so big and intimidating, but you’re the only person who has ever made me feel secure. Like you’re here no matter what. It’s weird. A good weird.”

Secure. Another word for safe. Protected. He’ll always protect her, and he knows he took on that responsibility the moment she stepped into the clubhouse.

“Always,” he whispers and finds her clit with his tongue, laying it flat as he rubs against her.

“Oh!” Jamie gasps, arching her back. “Wow.”

He slides his hands up along her hips and sides until he finds her tits, massaging them and tugging her nipples while his mouth makes love to her. It surprises him how quickly her fingers begin to clench at the bedspread and rose petals.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she moans, her thighs squeezing his head.

Her juices coat his tongue as he laps up every drop until her muscles relax, and she’s come down. Sliding up the bed, he smirks. “Good?”

“Very good.”

Undertaker kisses her neck, and positions himself at her opening. “You’re still sure about this?”

“If it’s anything like your mouth, I’m more than sure.”

Her lips find his, but as he tries to enter her, her muscles tighten and stop him. “Baby doll, I need you to relax everything. I’m going to hurt you otherwise, and I don’t want to do that.” She lets out a deep breath, and his tip slips inside her. “That’s my girl.”

“It’s not so bad,” she whispers.

He inches a little further, gauging her reaction with every inch until he feels the resistance. “Okay, baby doll, this is the pointwhere I don’t have a choice but to hurt you a little. I’m going to do it fast, so I need you to just breathe and relax.”

“Fast. Got it.”

Surging forward, he thrusts just far enough to break the hymen, but he doesn’t fully enter her yet. He stills and waits for her pain to subside as she gasps.

She’s so damn tight, but he doesn’t dare move just yet. Even as he throbs, he stays where he is.

“Yeah, that kind of hurt,” Jamie says and closes her eyes, a few deep breaths coming out until she finally relaxes beneath him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers and kisses her neck. “I wish I didn’t have to hurt you.”

“It’s okay,” she says, kissing his temple. “Guess I’m officially not a virgin anymore.”

Undertaker chuckles and shakes his head. “No, you most definitely are not.”

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