The way Axel looked at me was like a man possessed, a man who knew exactly what he wanted and how he was going to take it.

Maybe that realization, that reality, should have scared me, but the truth was I found it consuming, intoxicating and wanted it all for myself.

“Maybe this is a bastard thing for me to do.” Axel stared right at me. “But tell me you saved your virginity for me. Tell me I’m the only one you want to take that cherry.”

I’d been saving myself because of Axel, because he’s the only one I wanted.

“It’s only been you I want,” I said honestly, lifting my hands and running them up his arms. “There has never been anyone else for me but you.”

He smiled, closed his eyes, and let out this deep exhale. He looked at me, and I watched as his pupils dilated. The seconds passed, our breathing increased, and his body seemed to get hard, readying itself for me, for us.

And as if this silent communication passed between us, Axel was on me, his hands on my chest, his mouth on mine. We kissed for long seconds. He plunged his tongue in and out of my mouth, claiming me, making me taste all of him, the masculinity that poured from his body in waves.

It seemed like ages before he broke the kiss, and I was left breathless and needy, wanting more.

He moved his mouth along my cheek, over my jaw, and started sucking at my pulse point right below my ear. The feeling of his tongue on me had a plethora of sensations moving through my body.

I felt his hard cock digging right against me, this steel rod that was just for me… that was because of me.

He pulled away, and I looked at his hard, smooth chest, the ink covering the upper part of him, this splash of color and design.

“I could drill nails into wood with how hard I am for you.” God, his voice was so husky, so deep. “Show me where you want me to make you feel good, where you want me to touch you.”

I was drunk on my emotions, on what I felt.

“Come on, baby. Show me,” he said with more force, more brutality.

My heart was thundering in my chest, and my hand shook as I lifted it, smoothed it along my belly, and finally touched right between my legs.

“Right there, Roxie?” Axel asked, his voice like a serrated weapon.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“You want my hands, my fingers, my cock on that sweet virgin pussy of yours?”

I nodded.

We were both breathing so hard, and I felt beads of sweat line the valley between my breasts.

I heard my heart thundering in my ears, felt it in my throat.

And before I could react to what he was doing, Axel reached out and ran his finger right through my center. He teased my clit, gently probed my entrance, and made me feel things I’d only dreamed about.

“Do you want me here?” he asked and gently pushed a finger into me, not very far… not far enough.

“God, yes.” This felt so right, so good.

He removed his finger from me, lifted it to his mouth, and sucked off the bit of wetness that coated the tip. He grabbed his huge cock, a monster between his thighs, and stroked himself, jerking off for me.

“You like watching me, watching how I touch myself?”

I licked my lips and nodded.

He rubbed his palm up and down his huge shaft. I wanted to beg him to skip all this erotic torture and be with me already.

“Axel, I’m dying here.” I felt my heart jackknife in my chest.

This strength filled me. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock. He was huge, thick and long, the head slightly bulbous, the slit at the tip covered in pre-cum.

“You sure?” he asked, his concern always for me.

“More than sure.” I started stroking him, up and down, steady and slow, trying to make this feel good for him. He groaned again, the muscles in his neck standing out from how tense he was.

He grunted from his arousal.

“You look so fucking incredible in this position.” His voice was thick, his focus on me. His eyes were hooded, the expression seeming almost primal.

I felt so bold, so brave in my actions.

“Go on, Roxie. Do it, baby.”

I started rubbing my palm up and down his length, tightening my grip, making him groan with each stroke.

“Yeah, Roxie. That is so fucking it.” His big body was bowed over me, tense, his muscles contracted. I traced the sharp lines of his tattoos with my gaze, followed them along the dips and hollows of his body.

But then he gently pushed me away. “Roxie, as much as I want you to keep going, if I don’t stop you, I’ll come in your hand, and I want to be deep in your body when I do that.”

My heart seized at those words.