Page 15 of Red Flag Bull

And maybe the scene should feel like a nightmare, but Jason’s threatening, possessive claim excites my body in ways I can’t deny. My pussy squeezes his cock, and he grins down at me.

My heart practically flips out of my chest at the sight of him. I’ve never seen him smile like this, and it’s so pretty. I have to be special if he’s sharing it with me. He’s already done so much to make me feel amazing things I didn’t know existed.

He punished Melvin, to please me, and I’m sure I shouldn’t enjoy that so much, but my stepdad’s bloodied face is Jason’s way of showing me he cares. Instead of being disgusted by the gruesome state of my stepdad, I’m aroused. It’s sick, and I know it, but I can’t help the way I feel. I love it. All of it.

I’m a filthy little skank for the local thug, and I’m going to be in so much trouble. My whole family will be up in arms, and so concerned they’ll have to pay attention. I’m their naughty girl and Jason’s princess all at once, and that makes me feel wild.

I brace my feet in the dirt and thrust at Jason, using my body to beg him for what I want. I want him to fuck me roughly in front of the man who promised to love me but didn’t.

Jason’s smile broadens, and he shoves Melvin aside. “You liked that. Didn’t you, Princess?” He leans in and nips at my neck. “Let’s see what else you like.”

My soaking pussy slurps and clamps down on his cock, and he hums — appreciatively.

“Your mom and her worthless string of husbands must be blind, to not see what a good girl they’ve had all this time,” he murmurs against my skin. “But you’re not theirs anymore, Princess.” He runs his hands down my arms, takes hold of my wrists, and pins them to my sides. It’s new, and feels dangerous again.

Do I need to be scared? I search his face, begging for safety.

Jason maintains a cool, steady gaze — an unshakeable and solid promise I can trust. “It doesn’t matter that they don’t see it. You are a good girl, Mandi. And I’ll make sure you fucking know it.” He shifts back, and his cock slips from my pussy.

Panicked by its absence and fearing his kind words were empty lies, I’m suddenly sure he’ll leave me alone in the forest like worthless garbage, and I fight to keep him close.

“Shh. I’ll make it better,” he promises.

His eyes convince me he’s sincere, and I try to relax, but I can’t shake the tension in my body, even when he flicks at my nipple with his tongue.

He adjusts his position and moves lower, to wedge my thighs wide with his elbows. He pins me hard to the dirty moss and holds my wrists even more tightly against my hips when I struggle.

His strength allows him to easily contain me, but his eyes sparkle with excitement when I resist, and once again the edge of danger gives me a heady rush of delight.

“What’s the matter, Princess?” he asks with a grin. “I won’t do anything you say I can’t, but you’re going to have to speak up if you don’t want my face between your legs.”

Seriously? He’s going to do that? I stare at him, my breaths arriving in quick succession.

I’ve been fucked countless times, but none of the boys have ever…

“I can’t hear you,” he says when I move my lips but no sound comes out. He arches an eyebrow at me. “You too good for my tongue, Princess?”

I stop fighting and scowl. That’s not it at all. I glance down at the mess of arousal between my legs and swallow hard.

“There’s nothing to be scared of,” he assures me. “I only bite when I come.” He laughs a little when I glare at him. “Kidding.” He gives me a one-shoulder shrug. “Maybe.” His steely-blue eyes tease me as he throws me a charming smile, and I almost smile back, but my nerves won’t let me.

I press my lips together, glance at the smears on my upper thighs, and wrinkle my nose.

Jason shakes me until he has my attention. “There’s nothing disgusting down here, Amanda Warren. You’re a work of art, and my mouth is watering for you. I inspired this pretty mess, and now I want to taste it. You going to let me?”

I wet my lips. He radiates confidence and authority, and I trust that he means well, but I can’t stop thinking about how I might taste, and if he’ll hate it. Hate me. I don’t want that. I’ll disappoint him. I disappoint everyone.

I look at my thighs again and want to vomit at the thought of anyone feeling like they had to lick that up.

Jason frowns at me. “Don’t look at yourself like that. You’ll taste fucking perfect, Mandi.”

“You don’t know that,” I argue, trying to scoot my ass farther from his face.

“Yes, I fucking do,” he growls, holding me in place.

He drags his tongue through my folds, collecting god-knows how much of my juices before swallowing them down with a hungry moan. He latches onto my clit and suckles hard, massaging the sensitive node with his tongue until I can’t keep my pleasure quiet or still.

“Fuck.” I scream my approval at the trees above me and rub myself shamelessly against his face, all reservations gone.

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