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Jason tightens his grip, pinching my skin as he restrains me with enough force to keep me from breaking his nose. He holds me to his mouth without escape, and I love it. Love being controlled. The more he restricts my options, the more I gush at his face. I coat his lips and chin and hairy face until his beard shines with my arousal, and still he teases my twitching sex.

I’m beside myself with need, and I can sense the same wildness running through him. He’s going to make me come again, but his cock isn’t inside me, and I want it to be. So badly. I hold back my pleasure, waiting, wanting, begging for him to fill me, and when I think I can’t take any more, he launches himself upward and jams his thick cock back inside me.

I’m so wet, and the sound of him pounding me is obscene. Coupled with Melvin’s moans, Jason’s primal grunts are a soundtrack that brings me a crazed urgency to be used for this exact purpose. I am woman in her most basic form, and Jason is a man turned beast, fucking me on the dirty ground, next to his beaten rival.

I’m Jason’s woman now, and I love every fucking second of it.

My core tightens with every thrust of his huge cock, my whole body tensing with pleasure, until he has to force himself deeper, where I hold him, trapped. He rumbles happily, a willing captive. With a tilt of his hips, he angles deeper still, and then keeps himself in place.

He nuzzles at my breast, takes my nipple into his mouth, and tugs hard as he suckles. The effect is glorious.

I clamp so hard and fast around his cock, I might never release him. My pussy flutters, and I teeter on the edge of climax, until Jason sinks his teeth into my breast and unleashes a guttural moan, as his cock swells and pulses.

A rush of pressure and warmth hits me inside and sends me headlong into waves of swirling, writhing pleasure.

The forest sings with my praise, until my toes curl so hard they start to cramp. I cry out, and Jason hooks my leg up, pushing himself deeper as his cock jolts inside me again. When he finally stills, I’m bursting with his cum. It leaks out and slides down to tickle my asshole, making me shiver and spasm around him in fresh new bursts of sensation.

He releases my leg and falls onto me with a pained moan, crushing me with his weight. I melt happily beneath him, limp and trembling until he lifts himself from my spent body, to assess the damage.

I’m rouged and ravaged. Beautifully so. I feel used and achy, unbelievably calm, soothed, and sated.

From the look on Jason’s face, he’s enjoying the state of me, and he doesn’t seem ready to stop enjoying me, either. He continues to fuck my messy cunt, slowly and gently. Each time he drags his slippery cock back and forth, more cum seeps from my pussy. He spreads it over my thighs and belly, marking me with it in a strange ritual I don’t understand beyond knowing that I love it.

I’m his. His seed is inside me, and it feels right. I didn’t even think about condoms, but I have no regrets. It wouldn’t seem right to have anything between us, and if I fall pregnant, it’ll be one more claim he’ll stake on a body that already belongs to him.

His cock strains inside me, and I stifle a whimper as my battered flesh ripples in a pleasurable wave of mild discomfort.

Jason kisses the shell of my ear, his breath tickling in a way that makes me twitch around his cock again. “Do you feel better now, Princess? Does it hurt the way you wanted it to?” I can hear the smile in his whisper.

I nod, and he kisses me long and hard on the mouth. I kiss him back, but the more I try to give, the more he smothers my attempts and limits my options.

He overpowers me at every turn, so I can only take what he gives me, and it leaves me breathless in the best way.

“If you ever think life’s not worth living, you come find me, Princess. I’ll give you the love you need.”

I smile, adrift in my bliss. If he thinks I’ll ever not need his kind of love, he’s deluded.

6

PRESENT DAY…

MANDI

I’ve needed Jason King countless times over the years. Gotten myself into all manner of troubles and yearned for him so badly I’ve almost sought him out to beg for his mercy and have him straighten out the perpetual mess I am. I’ve never been brave enough to face him again, though. It gets harder with every year that passes, and I doubt he could ever find it in his heart to look at me with anything but disgust.

I ruin everything.

Instead of mending bridges with people, I set them on fire, and there’ll be no repairing the damage. Not with him or anyone else. Not anymore. There’ll be no more chances given, and nor should there be. Apparently, my family was right all along — I’m fucking toxic.

One way or another, I need to be contained, and there is only one person who has ever been able to do that successfully.

Jason promised he’d help me if ever all other hope was lost. Unfortunately, I’ve waited so long to beg for his forgiveness, I’m almost certain he’ll refuse to work his magic and salvage the wreck I’ve become. That’s a fucking big job. A lot to ask of someone I left in the past without even saying goodbye. Too much, probably. But he’d kick my ass if I gave up without at least reaching for my last resort.

I hang my head and crouch as small as I can, so the security guard won’t see me when he walks by on his rounds, or he’ll definitely stop me from stalking his boss.

I groan inwardly. There’s a chance not even Jason can save me from myself.

But I’m sure he’d love to punish me, and it’s past time I was held accountable for my behavior, so hopefully we’ll both get what we want.

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