Page 65 of Bad Kind of Love

What the hell is he doing?

My hands immediately grip the comforter of the bed as I try to widen my eyes enough to catch a glimpse of him.

“Turn the lights on.” I demand, but my words go unheard. The silence was eerie as I felt his eyes on me, taking me in as I lay in the center of his bed like an offering.

Frustrated, I begin to push myself off until I feel a hand snake around my arm. Tugging me down onto the ground, I feel my knees crash onto the floor as pain radiates in my joint.

“You want this?” He wound his hand through my hair, pulling hard till my head was now facing upwards and my eyes filled with tears.

The sting sent my heart into a frenzy, and the only thing I could do was nod. “Yes.”

“Then we do this my fucking way.” He growls low and I slowly register the jingle of this pants button and a zipper being pulled down. “And my way is hard.”

His words alone sent a spine-tingling chill down my body, but I was much too eager for whatever was about to happen. The grip he had on my hair soon dropped and I felt his finger slide down my cheek and land on my mouth.

“Open.” He commands with his thumb resting on my lower lip. My tongue immediately darted out and I suction my mouth over his finger, tasting and dragging my teeth over his long digit.

With the lights still off, I couldn’t see his expression as I fucked his finger with my mouth. But, by his shallow breathing and string of curse words that flew out of his mouth, I knew I was doing something right.

Ripping his thumb out of my mouth, he grips my chin roughly, digging the tips of his fingers into the sides of my mouth. “Already not listening.” He tsks, rubbing his thumb gently across my chin. “You know what happens to girls who don’t listen?”

A small whimper flew out of my mouth before I could respond, and I felt his fingers tighten.

“They get punished.” He hisses. “And you, Becca, are fucking long overdue.”

“Mr. Fitz...” I whine but the feeling of his thumb pulling the bottom of my mouth down stops me.

I felt weak and vulnerable as I knelt on the floor in complete darkness with Mr. Fitz looming over me. Everything in my head told me to run, but deep down, I knew I wouldn’t be able to escape. There was no escaping the devil’s clutches now.

“Jack.” He mumbles. “From now on you call me Jack.”

“Jack.” I say while the words feel strange as they roll off my tongue. “If we do this… no more hating me and pretending like you don’t want this.” I utter, peering up into the pitch black room, hoping to catch his eyes. “Because I know you want me, even if you try to deny it.”

“We are doing this.” He growled possessively. “There is no if…. Now quit talking, I wanna feel those fat lips around my cock.”

Before I could come up with a response, I felt the tip of his dick push past my lips and hit the back of my throat. I immediately gagged, not used to taking so much at once or the enormous girth that Jack was packing. My eyes instantly wet with tears as he powered his hips into my mouth, brutally and viciously, he claimed me as his.

With both of his hands on the back of my head, he moved me in sync with his thrusts, groaning every time he slid past my lips. His moans were like music to my ears, and the ache between my legs was intensifying. I was slick with need, desperate for his touch or anything to relieve the sudden throb. I found myself moving my hand toward my hot center, slipping underneath the shorts and rubbing myself in slow circles.

“Fuck.” He groans low, slowing his pace. “Your mouth is perfect.”

Inwardly I smile and take my time swirling and teasing my tongue around the width of his cock. Savoring every dip and ridge till I memorized it.

I wasn’t a prude, but I definitely didn’t have experience like I knew he did. But in this moment, I felt like a fucking porn star as I licked, sucked and swirled my tongue around his cock till I was almost out of breath.

Just when I thought he was about to cum, he rips himself out of my mouth and the lights flick on. Squinting, it takes a minute for my eyes to adjust. But when they do, I find Jack standing across from me with a rock hard erection on display and a sinister grin across his lips.

“On the bed.” He demands while stripping off his shirt and tossing it beside him. Stark naked, he stood there tall and proud, cocky even, as he took in my wild state.

I slowly rose to my feet, eyes locked onto his bare chest then drifting down to his large cock that stood up at attention. Lowering myself onto his bed, his impatient glare sliced through me, till he lifted his chin.

“Remove your clothes.” He barked.

Swallowing, I almost wished the lights were still off. My body wasn’t exactly the best. I had smallish boobs and I felt more like a teenager than a woman like the ones I’m certain he was used to.

But he wasn’t staring at me like you would a child. He was staring at me like I was all woman.

A woman he badly wanted to corrupt.

---