DAISY

"You waited up for me." Jason said, his familiar scent that I grew to love immediately filling the room.

I sat up, and when I looked at him I couldn't help when the salty substance known as tears prickled at my eyes.

Jason's small smile immediately fell when he took note of me.

"Daisy?" He asked in confusion. I couldn't help it. My throat clogged up as tears of guilt slid down my cheeks.

"I'm so sorry." I apologized. "I'm so, so sorry." My hands covered my mouth in attempt to stop the ugly cries from escaping.

"Baby, what happened?" He hurriedly walked towards the bed and sat down next to me, prying my hands away from my face.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"Shhh, Princess. Breathe, I'm hear now." He pulled my head towards his chest and rested his chin on top of it. "It's okay."

I breathed deeply at the sound of his soothing voice. His familiar scent soothed my nerves. I felt like a pile of crap for considering to wipe Jason out of my life. No matter how bad everyone claimed him to be, or how bad he probably was, it shouldn't of mattered. He made me feel safe and beautiful, no one has ever done that before. Pushing him away should have never been such an easy descion. It made the guilt weigh down on me like a ton of bricks.

"You're okay." Jason whispered, his hand soothingly stroking my back.

"I'm sorry." I whispered again, in an attempt to make myself feel better.

"I don't understand you, darling. Please tell me what's wrong?"

I sniffled. "I-I let the rumours get to me. The warnings that people sent my way. I wanted to call in and ask if they had another dorm room for me, I wanted to wipe you out of my life while you were gone."

I felt him stiffen up completely, the gentle rub of his hand on my back stopping. Then, I continued to explain.

"But I didn't. You mean too much to me and I couldn't do it. Not when you needed me." I said quietly.

He slowly began relaxing, but the hand that was on my back was gone. I felt him let go of me completely until I was cold and sitting alone on the bed. I looked up at him as he stood, feeling my throat clog up once again. Emptiness, afraid, alone. These were some of the feelings I felt when he was gone. And it was absolutely terrifying knowing how much I relied on him for comfort, when I've known him for such a short while, and we've been together for an even shorter while.

"No, wait. Please, I'm so sorry." I apologized, feeling panicked that he might have actually left.

"Answer me something, Daisy." Jason's voice sounded cold, and his tensed figure caused his muscles to strain against his shirt. He was clearly upset. "Why the fuck would leaving me be such an easy descion for you?"

"No, no," I shook my head repeatedly, not liking how hurt upset he appeared to be. "I changed my mind. I won't do it again. I promise." I said stupidly.

"And you judged me to be a fucking manwhore," He laughed harshly. "When you were the one using me as some sort entertainment for your boring life."

"What? No," I denied. It was ridiculous. "I love being around and you make me laugh and feel safe." I rushed out truthfully.

"Whatever, Daisy." He mumbled, turning around.

I wanted him to get angry. I wanted him to burst out in a fit of rage at the thought of me leaving him, because that was how he usually dealt with things that had upset him. I wanted him to pull me against him and kiss me hard as if his life depended on it, forcing me to stay and demanding that I never try to leave him again. For the first time, I had actually wanted Jason to get angry. Instead, he shrugged it off.

He actually shrugged it off.

I watched his every move like a hawk, making sure he didn't leave the dorm. But he didn't. Instead, he removed his jeans and t-shirt and tossed it aside before climbing under the covers besides me. I was at a loss of words as I stared at him. He lied down next to me, leaving his tattooed and muscular back on full display. It felt wrong to have him face the other way.

"Jason." I whispered, feeling defeated.

He gave no reply, causing my chest to ache. Instead of using failed attempts to get his attention, I decided to use other measures. I was desperate for him to look at me.

Moving closer, I put my arm around his waist and rested my head against his bicep.

"Don't fucking touch me, Daisy." I flinched by his harsh tone, but made no move to pull away. He let out an angry breath before forcefully shrugging me off him, turning around in the process. My eyes widened by the look of complete coldness in his eyes. I have seen these eyes before, but not once were they directed towards me.

"What don't you understand by don't fucking touch me?" He snarled out.

Me being the idiot I was, reached out to touch him again. Before I could successfully lay my hand softly on his arm, he gripped my wrist tightly to stop me.

He breathed in deeply, his bare chest rising and falling, as if he was containing himself. I held in my own breath, waiting for his next actions. Being in this kind of situation wasn't new to me when it came to Jason. He was basically always angry. It was nothing new and I've learned to accept it during our three weeks of being together. I have always felt fear race down my spine, but not for the reason people might have thought. I was positive that Jason would never hurt me.

As I watched him for half a minute, heavily breathing and trying to calm himself, I just had to admire how amazingly beautiful he was. His slightly longer hair brushed his eyes, making him look so goddamn sexy. The sides were shaved, leaving a thin layer of hair there whereas the top grew longer each day. His completely black hair contrasted with his lightly tanned skin, making him all the more something great to look at. His face was clean of any piercings, his strong jawline complimenting his face.

And his eyes, so beautiful.

A pool of forest green, swirls of emotions floating in them and specks of ocean blue. Up close you could notice the tiny blue specks surrounding his pupil, something you wouldn't have noticed from afar.

His next move surprised me.

Instead of pushing me away and swearing at me like I had initially thought, his rough hands grabbed my waist and pulled me flush against him. I opened my mouth to say something when his lips connecting to mine cut me off.

That was definitely not what I was expecting.

Instead of pondering on why he decided to kiss me I kissed him back, trying to match the amount of force he was using but failed. His tongue entered my mouth immediately, not bothering to ask for permission beforehand. I awkwardly placed my arms around his neck, trying to make it more comfortable but also trying not to make him snap out of it and end the kiss. He groaned and tightened his grip on my waist, nearly knocking the breath out of me. I knew he was angry, and if kissing me helped him calm down I wasn't gonna stop him.

"Daisy," He mumbled against my lips when he pulled away from the kiss. "You have no idea how badly I want you. To show you that you're mine."

"Then go ahead." I mumbled out breathlessly.

He groaned in what seemed to be annoyance and rested his head against mine.

"No, Sweetheart. It's not that simple."

"I want this." I said, sounding more sure of myself than I felt. I trusted Jason to take care of me. I trusted him more than he realized. "I want you too." I blushed when the words stumbled out of my mouth.

"You don't know what you're saying, darling." He said, his lips inches apart from mine. He brought one hand up to cup my jaw and gently stroked my cheek with his thumb. He looked more than ready to accept my invitation, but the better part of him was probably telling him not to. I suddenly didn't want the gentle and caring Jason, I wanted the Jason that took what he wanted. No questions asked.

"I-I do. I might not be experienced but I'm not stupid." I whispered out hurriedly.

I wanted him so badly, but I wasn't experienced. I was far from experienced. Before Jason, I had never let or wanted anyone to touch me or kiss me. I was too afraid of people back in my old town. I was too much interested in surviving than getting close enough to let people touch me.

And then Jason happened. Our first kiss was a dare and pretty much one sided. That day, I would have never imagined myself openly asking him to just take me as is. But here I was, completely attracted to him and wanting this more than I realized it myself.

Maybe I was stupid.

Maybe I was unknowingly handing myself over to the devil.

But this Jason, my Jason wasn't the devil. He was a sweet, kind and gentle. Maybe he had a bit of temperamental issues, possessive issues, controlling issues, a lack of regard towards people. . . The list went on. But with me, he was just right.

"Jason, I want this." I breathed out softly, using my right hand to stroke the base of his neck.

His eyes fluttered shut as he breathed heavily. He looked pained, as if he was physically stopping himself from acting upon my words.

"I want to officially be yours."

His eyes snapped open, displaying to me all the raw emotions he felt. Then, just as quickly as I saw the hesitation, the want and lust overpowered it. His eyes literally turned a shade darker before the lust completely overtook him.

"Tell me when to stop."

In the next second, he attacked my lips with his once again. I responded my moving my lips in sync with his, letting my hands ruffle up his hair. I moaned into the kiss and let my hands gently pull on his soft hair. His hand long left my cheek and instead he placed them on my waist. He stroked the exposed part of my stomach causing me to shiver. His hands trailed from my waist all the way over my back, stomach and ribs before they found my bum. He gently squeezed each bum cheek causing me to gasp into the kiss.

His tongue licked the seam of my lips before he softly let his tongue dance around with mine. A low groan erupted from the back of his throat as he gently bit my lower lip. My eyes fluttered closed on their own accord, letting Jason's tongue explore my mouth, taking me to heaven and back. I could taste the faint trace of the mint cigarettes he smoked on occasion on his lips, causing him to taste all the more intoxicating.

I breathed in deeply when he pulled away. For the first time, he let his eyes truly meet mine. He stared into my eyes and I stared right back into his, not knowing if I should look away or not. I let out steady breaths, feeling heat rise to my face at the intensity in his eyes. Before I could look away in self consciousness, he took a hold of my waist once again and moved towards the centre of the bed. No words were uttered from him as he gently lowered me down onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

I flushed deep red at the throught of being so close while he was practically naked, left only in his boxer briefs.

"Don't regret this tomorrow, Daisy." He said softly, his tone serious. As if he was warning me. A small part of my brain knew that I probably would regret losing my innocence in the morning, but I was too lost in the lust to stop now. Some irrational part of me, the one that trusted Jason too quickly didn't mind that he was the one to claim it.

When I stayed silent, he took it as a signal to continue. My breathing shook when his hands took a hold of the tight pajama top I was wearing. I felt nervous and excited all at once, watching him with anxious eyes. He slowly pulled it up my stomach, causing me to shiver as a cool breeze wept over my tummy. I helped him pull it over my head before he tossed it aside, leaving me left in the pink lace bra I was wearing.

Nothing about tonight was intentional, so I thanked god he made me wear lace this one very specific night.

The sound of Jason sucking in a sharp breath snapped me out of my daze. His eyes left mine after all this time only to trail over my exposed stomach and bra.

"Did you purposely wear lace to kill me?" He groaned loudly and lowered himself over me. His lips connected to my exposed neck where he sucked onto my flesh deeply. I shut my eyes tightly as he repeatedly bit my neck, nibbling on the vulnerable flesh.

"W-What are you doing?" I stuttered out.

"Marking what's mine." He growled out, his tongue darting out to lick the spot his mouth invaded.

"Yours." I mumbled out, breathing heavily.

"Yes, do you have a problem with that?"

"No." I moaned slightly.

"Good girl." He hummed and attacked another area of my neck, sucking onto my skin just as he did before.

"I won't leave one mark. I'll leave multiple just in case some fuckface don't see the first."

"Hmm." I hummed out, and felt my entire body tingle with lust. It was a foreign feeling, but my down there area suddenly tingled causing me to clench my legs together. Oh god, this was really happening. I was going to have sex for the first time.

After a while, I was pretty sure he had acted upon his words and left multiple marks on my neck. My lips parted in surprise. He kissed my shoulder softly this time, before moving towards my breast. I shivered when he paused there, inhaling the crest of my breasts deeply. He nuzzled his face into my cleavage causing a gasp to escape my lips.

"Jason." I moaned, clenching my legs tightly.

His eyes snapped towards mine and I swear they looked wild. In the next moment, he took a hold of my bra before tearing it apart. He literally just ripped my bra open. The same baby pink bra that costed me twenty bucks, without the underwear piece.

My eyes widened in shock at this bold move. Too appalled by the fact that he just tore twenty bucks apart, I didn't realize the fact that my entire chest was on display to him until he brought the straps over my arms. I let him gently handle me till he tossed aside my torn apart bra, then I let my fury upon him.

"Jason!" I gasped, feeling embarresment crawl up my spine. "That costed me twenty bucks." I stated.

"I'll buy you a hundred more. I don't mind if you look this good in it." He said lowly.

"It costed twenty without the under piece. So when you do get the chance to buy me, I want the undies too."

"Daisy, I will rip off your undies right now if you don't shut up." He warned.

I blushed in humiliation, realizing that I was literally scolding at him half naked. I blinked twice. Thrice, before I let out a quiet shriek as Jason let his eyes eat up my chest area. Oh, god. No one other than myself have ever seen me naked there before. It was absolutely terrifying.

"Uh," I released a shaky breath and covered my exposed area from him. I shut my eyes tightly as my face heated up, wetness forming at my eyes.

I wasn't supposed to be this sensitive, but I was literally half naked in front on him! He probably found me unattractive now. Or he wanted to stop. God, how embarrassing it would be if he wanted to stop. I didn't exactly have the biggest chest area as I'm sure the girls Jason have been with in the past had.

"Baby," He sighed and gently pried my arms away from my breasts. Instead he pinned them above my head with one large hand, leaving me exposed. "Open your eyes for me." He ordered softly.

"No." I denied shakily.

Softly, I felt his lips kiss the lone tear that slid down the side of my face.

"You're letting your insecurities and fears get in the way." He stated, his voice ever the more gentle and soft. "But it's just me. I know you. You're hiding from me because you are afraid that I won't like what I see."

I sniffled when I realized that he was right. He was so right.

"Daisy, open your eyes for me."

Slowly, but surely I felt my heart start to go back to its normal pace and my eyes start to open. He was being gentle with me. He was being patient. He was being sweet and caring. Just like I knew he would be.

"There you are." He smiled when my eyes connected with his.

My lips raised into a smile of its own as I stared back into his eyes. They could calm the storm in my head down. They could calm me down just by being as beautiful as they were.

"Can I tell you something, Angel?"

I nodded without hesitation.

"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on. Don't let anyone tell you other wise, and if they do, they will have hell to pay." He promised.

I nodded, feeling every nerve and fibre that was on overdrive start to relax. I breathed in his husky scent and it literally calmed my senses, every insecurity I had before going away almost instantly.

I truly felt beautiful.

"Can I see you now?" He asked, wanting my permission like the gentleman he was.

"Yes." I breathed out.

He smiled brightly at me, pecking my cheek before he let his eyes trail towards the area of topic. He hummed in approval and bent towards my left breast. He blew over it and let his tongue dart out to stroke it, moving agonizingly slowly. My breath hitched as I watched him invade my most private areas.

I sucked in a sharp breath when his mouth enclosed over my bud, sucking it into his mouth.

"Ah. . ." I breathed deeply and arched my back, wanting more of his intoxicating mouth. He let his fingers stroke the abandoned bud, sending my mind on overdrive.

"You're so soft, darling. It's driving me crazy." He grunted out, letting his teeth graze my areola.

I 'hmm'ed in response when I felt something cold and metallic graze my cleavage. I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my lips by the soft almost feather like graze of the cold object. I was extremely ticklish.

Opening my eyes I looked towards the source, to see Jason silver chain grazing my skin.

"That's tickling me." I giggled.

"Angel," Jason groaned, looking up at me. "Don't make me laugh right now, please."

I continued to giggle as the chain tickled me, causing a smile to form at Jason's lips.

"You really are something, you know that." He chuckled and unhooked the chain around his neck before moving over me and placing it on the bed side table.

"That chain means a lot to me. Remind me to put it back on tomorrow, yeah?"

"I promise." I said, sending him a goofy smile.

"My sweet princess." He nuzzled his face into my neck. "Now's your last chance. Do you really want this?"

"I feel safe with you." I whispered, my hand stroking his hair. "I've never been more sure."

"I promise you I will be gentle. If you feel pressured or if it's getting too much, just say the word and I'll try my best to stop okay?"

I wasn't worried even a little bit. My trust in him grew so much I didn't even know how it was possible since we have only been together for three weeks and a day.

I nodded in assurance.

"Say the words, Daisy. Promise me you will tell me to stop if it gets too much."

"I promise."

"I won't hurt you." He whispered before placing his lips on mine in a kiss. Unlike the rough kisses we shared before, this one was slower. Softer and much more gentle. It lasted only a few seconds before he kissed my chin and neck, trailing soft kisses all over my neck and breasts until he went lower. I watched his every move as my heart thumped loudly in my chest. His head shot up and his eyes met mine, when I noticed the small smirk on his face.

He reached up to massage my left breast. His large hand felt perfect around me, and I released a shaky sound of delight as his rough hand massaged me.

"Fucking perfect." He grumbled.

I flushed red, my face heating up almost painfully.

"But I want more of you. So much more." He murmured, blowing softly over my tummy.

I shut my eyes tightly and arched myself further into his touch, wanting more too.

I watched him with hooded eyes as his hands hooked into my pajama bottoms ever so tantalizingly. His fingers grazed my pelvis and my breath hitched, feeling an ache between my legs. I watched as he steadily pulled my shorts down. He threw it somewhere random, before his eyes met mine again. I knew that he was being cautious, mainly because I have never been touched before and he was probably waiting for me to chicken out. But I needed to feel him so bad.

His fingers then hooked into my panties, slowly stroking the exposed skin beneath it. Before I could stop him from ripping this off too, I was too late. The sound of the tear and the slight digging into my skin of the elastic band signalled he had already gone ahead and ripped the thing broken. I was about to protest, and almost like he had read my mind, his head shot up to look at me and he signalled me with his finger to be quiet. I narrowed my eyes at him. If he were a girl he would know just how expensive lingerie was these days. I made a mental note to never buy the same brand of underwear that was so easily ripped apart and lying discarded somewhere on the ground.

I huffed but was cut off short when Jason's warm breath fanned over my most private part. I froze, feeling myself shiver in pleasure.

"Just wait till I really have you screaming my name, Sweetheart." The smugness in Jasons voice was basically dripping like honey dripped from a honeycomb.

"Oh yeah?" I breathed out, my breath becoming heavy.

"Hell yeah."

Without warning, he dragged his tongue up my slit and groaned in approval. I moaned deeply and leaned into his mouth, wanting so much more. His warm breath fanned me again as he used a finger to coax my folds open to gain more access. His thumb stroked my right fold before he dipped downwards and used his tongue to skillfully suck me into his mouth.

"Oh god," I closed my eyes and bunched my hands into tight fists. I clenched my legs tightly, not caring in the moment if it affected him. It caused him to suck harder infact, letting shivers of lust and pleasure roll down my spine. I have never felt anything like it before, and it was amazing.

"Oh, Jason. . . What are you doing?" I asked him breathlessly.

"I'm giving you your first orgasm, and trust me when I say it's gonna be mind blowing, Angel."

"Jason." I moaned in response. My breath literally got stuck in my throat when he inserted a finger into my wet heat. He licked my lower lips as he gently pulled his finger in and out in a slow and rythmical pattern. My inner muscles clamped down on him tightly.

"Fuck, I had no idea someone could even be this tight." He said, his voice strained.

"W-What?" I mumbled out.

He made no move to reply and continued to enjoy the feast that was me.

Moments later, I felt heat rush to the pit of my stomach. My eyes fluttered closed as I began to feel unexplainable pleasure flood my lower region.

"Oh my god, what's happening?" I panicked.

Jason chuckled softly. "That, my sweet Angel, is what's known as an orgasm. And your first one to be exact."

"Oh." I whimpered.

Seconds passed when Jason's consistent licks on my inner walls intensified the pleasure. I gasped when a powerful heat gushed towards my lower region. I shook as Jason placed his hands tightly on my bare thighs and held me down, his mouth never leaving me.

"Jason." I whimpered, feeling the wetness gush out of my heat. Jason let out a series of cuss words as complete lust overtook his eyes. He inhaled me deeply before he began lapping at my core. I exhaled the breath I was holding in and relaxed as he finished. Exhaustion overtook me.

"You're like a fucking drug, do you know that? So fucking good." He growled, his fingers digging into my thighs. I gasped at the slight pain, but it only added to the steaminess of it all.

I smiled down at him, feeling drowsy all of a sudden.

"Don't give me those tired eyes." He scowled suddenly. "That was just one out of many orgasm's up ahead."

"You don't feel tired?" I lazily smiled at him.

"Of course not, silly." He chuckled, standing up from the bed and licking his wet lips. I shuddered at how sexy he looked after just having stuffed his face between my legs. Oh god. I needed him again.

"How can I be tired when I haven't ravished you completely yet?"

"Oh." I said, feeling completely awkward all of a sudden.

He smiled in amusemnt and began removing his boxers.

"Oh god!" I panicked, bolting up and pulling the blankets over me. "You want me to see your...doodle bobble?" I asked in confusion.

"My what?" He looked genuinely confused as he paused his actions.

"Your, you know...male organ...your long arm...Extra leg?"

He looked at me in complete astonishment for a whole ten seconds before he bursted out laughing. Full on bend over and slap his knees laughing. I narrowed my eyes at him, not finding it funny at all. I could say 'penis' in my head all I wanted but I was awkward when I had to say it aloud. I was pretty sure he understood what I meant.

"Sweetheart, you mean my dick." He grinned.

"What? No! That's a weird...disrespectful word isn't it?"

He smiled in utter amusement.

"I'm gonna forget that you called my dick a doodle bobble and continue. Shall I?" He asked, his signature and playful smirk growing at his lips.

"Go ahead." I blushed hard and looked away, trying to avoid his stare. Well, wasn't that just embarrassing? Great going, Daisy. You probably bored the erection out of him.

Contrary to my thoughts, I hadn't in fact bored the erection out of him. My eyes bludged out of their sockets at his incredible size. Jason, in all his naked glory was especially a sight to see.

Oh my holy great goodness, how in this universe would he be able to fit that thing inside me?

"Impressed?" He smirked.

"More than you can imagine. That and now I'm kind of scared." I mumbled. If there was anyone I trusted to tell the truth to, it was him.

"I promised you that I'll be gentle, Sweetheart. You can always still change your mind." He assured.

"No!" I exclaimed almost too quickly. I truly wanted this. I wanted to lose myself to Jason. No one else but him.

"Eager aren't we?" He chuckled and stalked towards me. I tried my hardest not to glance at the real life male organ that was flashing in front of my once innocent eyes. It wasn't everyday you came across his impressive size. And seeing the male organ for the first time in your life tended to freeze you up. It was so much bigger than in the textbooks.

The numerous upon numerous of symbols and tattoos that inked his skin made him a true piece of art. I couldn't stop staring.

"Relax," He cooed gently, noticing how I was tensing up. "Remember what I told you. It's just me."

My muscles began to relax. It was as if he had some sort of superpower that constantly allowed him to sooth the tension in my thoughts and muscles.

"Come here, Daisy." He ordered.

Since his abs were practically calling out to me, I moved on instinct towards him. Before he could make the next move I reached out and touched him, using my hand to softly stroke his length. My hand looked so small against his manhood and it was absolutely hot. His eyes shut tightly as he released a moan.

"As much as I really love the feeling, Daisy, not right now. You're not ready for that shit." He said hoarsely, his words sounding hesitant.

"But you-"

"That was a different story."

"How so?"

"It just was."

"What, because you're experienced and you're the guy you get to pleasure me but I can't do the same for you? What a sexist bafoon you are?" I scoffed and reached out to touch him again when he gripped both my wrists and gave me a warning look.

"Before I lose absolute fucking control and not know how to stop myself from hurting you, I suggest you stop that." He hissed.

"I know you won't hurt me." I denied, refusing to believe that.

For the third time, I reached out to touch him but he gripped my wrists and forcefully shoved me onto the bed. Lowering himself over me he pinned my arms above my head, proving his domineering yet gentle self once again.

"Daisy, let me take care of you."

"But-"

"No fucking buts. I will make you feel so good. Just as good as the first time, in fact, it will be a hundred times better. But I can't do that when I'm out of control. And you touching me there, drives me insane. Do you understand?"

"Yes." I mumbled in defeat, trying to contain the whiny pout that was forming on my lips. I understood what he meant, but I also wanted to take care of him like he took care of me.

"Don't pout, darling." He pecked my lips. He used the hand that wasn't holding my arms down to touch my sensitive area. His thumb grazed my wet lips and slipped inside, causing me to moan breathlessly. Fuck. The familiar feeling of delight flooded me.

"Still so wet." He groaned. "Perfect." I wanted to protest when his removed his thumb, but the sight of him sucking my wetness into his mouth silenced me completely. Oh, hell.

When his eyes met mine I noticed his hesitation. "Are you ready, baby?"

I nodded eagerly. "Please, just do it."

He chuckled huskily. "As you wish."

He gripped his member before letting it rest at my soaking entrance. I've never been so wet in my entire life. He moved it along my slit and coated himself in my wetness with a groan. I watched in amazement as his face twisted in pleasure. He kept grunting out swear words and mumbling about how I was so tight. The feeling of his large hardness pressed against me felt indescribably hot. I was at a loss of words, but my face was twisted in pleasure. I moaned out loud.

Aligning himself directly above my entrance, Jason let go of my hands and guided them around his neck. For a second before he finally entered me, his eyes connected to mine. They shined darkly with indescribable emotions. I could make out the lust and the primal want, for me. He gave me one last stare of longing before slowly guiding himself through my entrance. I gasped but he caught it as he placed his lips on mine. He kissed me feverishly as a souring pain erupted inside me as he finally entered my core. The heat travelled all the way to the pit of my stomach, feeling as if someone just stabbed me right thought the pelvis.

I shut my eyes tightly and forced the tears away but unexplainable pain coursed throughout my core and managed to heat up my entire lower area. My lips were frozen as Jason's slowly moved against mine. He seemed to only realize it a minute later, when he abruptly pulled away. I looked into his eyes hoping to seek the tranquillity and relief I always found in them, but my vision blurred with tears. Why was it hurting so bad? Was it supposed to hurt like this?

"Daisy?" Jason's panicked voice sounded. "Shit, baby. I'm so sorry. Open your eyes, Angel. Please."

I tried my best to look at him properly, tightening my arms around his neck.

"I'll stop, I swear to God that I will stop immedietly."

"No." I whimpered. "Sooner or later this is bound to happen to me one day. Somewhere, with someone."

He growled suddenly and pulled out before sliding back inside with ease. "The only person to touch you like this is me. I will murder anyone who touches you like I do."

My fingers weakly stroked his neck.

"I promise you it will get better, baby. Hold on for me."

He kissed my wet cheeks repeatedly and softly let his fingers stroke my right nipple. Despite the pain, I felt myself still hanging onto him. Trusting him. Trying to push the pain away and ignore it, so that I didn't disappoint him.

I cried softly before I could stop myself. The pain haven't lessened the least bit. Was I too tight? Was Jason too big? Oh, god. The worst part was that he was only half way inside me, I feared to know what it would feel like once he was fully settled inside.

"No, baby. Please don't cry it pains me." Jason begged, his eyes looking into mine.

"It's okay." I said shakily.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Daisy."

Jason looked completely guilty. Hurt shone in his eyes as he looked down at me, his hand now gently stroking my cheek. I felt bad for him. He promised me he would take care of me and I went ahead and had to cry like the baby I was who couldn't handle an ounce of pain. I knew it wasn't his fault. I was a virgin and some hurt more than the rest when they broke their virginity. I just so happen to be one of those who hurt more than usual, and Jason happen to have an out of the ordinary sized length. Those two combinations probably didn't go well together.

But my thoughts stopped short as the pain slowly but surely started to subside, replacing it with immense pleasure. Jason continued to remain immobile in me, as I forced him not to pull out. He really wanted this I could see the need shining in his eyes. The raw urge to go against his promise and pounce on me instead of act like a caring gentleman. I decided that today I wasn't gonna be the kill joy I always was. I would fill his need and give him the release he deserved.

When the pain fazed over and the tears dried on my face, my grip tightened around his neck and my fingers began playing with his hair. I bit my lip causing Jason's eyes to move directly to it. His eyes snapped over to mine in question. And that's when he saw it. The permission to take me hard and lose control.

"You good, Daisy?" He asked softly. He placed small and gentle kisses all over my face, drawing my tears away.

"You can move." My voice was strained. I still felt the pain, but it was far less worst than before.

"Are you still hurt?" He asked worriedly.

"Please, just move." I begged.

He didn't need to be told twice, before he pushed himself deeper inside me. I groaned and hugged his neck tightly. I looked towards where we were joined, to see his entire length buried inside of me. The image burned in my mind and it was completely hot. Pleasure coursed through me.

Jason slide out completely before pushing back in again slowly, far too gently. The friction burned my insides, but it also felt so good. His thickness stretched me completely. I needed to feel him move again. I pushed back against him, urging him to move. Without hesitation, he began pulling out and slamming back inside. My insides churned.

"Fuck," he growled. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"What's wrong?" I moaned out.

"You're so fucking tight and warm. I need to go. . ." He moaned. "Faster."

"Yes, please do it." I said desperately. He grunted and looked into my eyes.

"With pleasure." He forced out. With that said, he slammed into me, his hard body making contact with my breasts. I gasped as pleasure tingled throughout me. He didn't stop. He continued forcefully slamming into me. I had to admit it was painful, but also so goddamn good.

I watched as Jason lost complete control, slamming into my body harshly. My moans were uncontrollable, and I prayed to God that out neighbors couldn't hear. The bed was creaking and slamming into the wall but I couldn't give a care in the world, too focused on the lovely friction of Jason's length fluidly sliding back and forth inside of me.

Jesus. Jason was truly a sex god. He balanced his body on one hand that was besides my head, before reaching downwards. His hand grazed over my clitoris and my breathing stilled. He used the wetness coming from out combined parts to massage my bud continuously.

"Oh, God. Oh, freaking God." I moaned loudly, trying to contain the urge to scream.

Jason hummed and released another moan, thrusting into me harshly.

"I can feel it coming. Oh, God." I whimpered.

"Let go, Daisy." He urged. "Let go."

"Jasonnnn." I moaned, my head thrown back into the soft bed.

"Cum for me, baby." He groaned. "I wanna see your sweet face as you cum."

And then, my orgasm hit me forcefully. I was completely exhausted and sweaty. Jason's laboured breaths accelerated as he moaned deeply before coming inside of me shortly afterwards. He groaned and fell on top of me, sweaty and exhausted.

He lied on top of me, his arms supporting his weight. I looked up at the ceiling and saw stars, feeling the tingling after effects of my orgasm. Jason was still inside of me, and I shuddered when he pulled out. He fell besides me, staring up at the ceiling as did I.

I felt so tired and so good. I needed to sleep.

"You okay, Daisy?" Jason asked, turning to look at me.

"I feel great." I said breathlessly.

He chuckled. "Let's get you cleaned."

"No, I need sleep please." I begged, feeling my eyes droop.

"Then get some rest, Sweetheart." I felt him get off of the bed, before lifting me up slightly and moving my head over to the pillows. When my head touched the pillow, I sighed in delight. I was lingering on the after effects of cloud nine.

He got in besides me, still butt naked and pulled the blanket over both of us.

"Sleep, baby." Jason murmured, kissing me on the forehead. I rested my head on his bicep and he wrapped an arm around me.

The last thing I remembered before drifting off to sleep was that Jason hadn't used a condom.

***

Welp, that can't be good.