VAL’S POV
I didn't answer him with words. I couldn't.
Instead, I locked my ankles tightly behind his lower back, tightened my grip on his thick waist, and pulled him in with my legs.
He didn't need any more encouragement. Jax drove straight into me in one hard, unrelenting thrust, burying himself all the way to the hilt.
My whole body locked up. My thighs trembled violently against his ribs, and my hands flew to his shoulders, my short nails digging deep into his sweaty skin. A sharp gasp tore from my throat, and for some annoying reason, my eyes stung with hot, prickling tears.
What the hell is wrong with me? my mind raced, my thoughts crashing into each other. Is it because he’s so f*****g big, or am I just that overwhelmed from not having s*x in forever?
I’d rather blame the long
