Chapter Fifteen
Shay
“Don’t stop,” I blurted out, rolling toward him. Unfortunately, that brought me into contact with his c**k all over again. All of my muscles tensed. It was clear my body had a hold on what was happening. Seeing as this was the very first time I tried to have s*x since I’d been r***d, and I’d only had s*x with one man—a violent, abusive man—I didn’t have a roadmap for this.
I couldn’t have known the mere attempt to have s*x would trigger me. In no way was what was happening with Jackson anything like s*x with Clint, beyond the basic mechanics of it.
There had been no kissing and no foreplay with Clint. Plain old s*x with Clint was a constant letdown for him where he berated me for not being experienced enough, for not relaxing, and so on. Even discounting the time
