Page 66 of Bad Kind of Love

My fingers coasted down my taut stomach until they landed on the tops of my shorts. Sliding my thumb underneath the material, I slowly dragged them down my legs, shimmying out of them as sexy as possible. My hips swayed and Jack’s eyes darkened with the erotic movement.

“Your shirt.” He groaned. “Take off your shirt, but leave your panties on.”

Following instructions, I lifted the sweatshirt over my head, and quickly removed the top underneath, revealing my naked chest to him. My heart beat wildly as I laid there bare under his observing eyes. It was exciting as it was terrifying.

“You ever been with a man before?” His question caught me off guard and I knew I needed to answer carefully.

“He was sixteen and so was I.” I gulp, remembering the uneventful night. “He didn’t make me cum.” My cheeks flare from my confession.

He seemed satisfied with my answer as he stalked towards me. “Of course a teenage boy can’t.” He chuckles, while lowering himself onto the bed causing me to scoot up closer to the head board. “But a man… a man can do more than just make you cum.”

Resting my head onto his pillow, he slowly crawls up the bed and over my scorching body till he’s directly over me.

“What else can a man do?” I whisper, staring up into the blackest eyes known to man. My breathing became labored as I watched in utter fascination as he climbed up my body.

His arms soon caged me in, and his muscular legs trapped me in his hold. “Close your eyes and let me show you.” He dips down just low enough where his lips brush softly over mine.

My eyes flutter closed, and I feel his lips ghost over my neck. His touch feels like liquid fire across my skin, burning me in just the right places as his tongue skates across my shoulder blade and down the valley of my chest.

“Jack.” I moan, desperate to open my eyes. His slow lingering kisses across my body are pure torture. He wanted me breathless, gasping for more as I laid there completely at his mercy.

He leisurely wrapped his mouth around my breast, rolling his tongue over my nipple till it became stiff. My back instantly arched off the bed, pushing myself into his hot mouth while his teeth dangerously tugged on the swollen bud. The pain subsided almost as quick as it came, and instead, was replaced with immense pleasure.

“You’re mine now.” He growled as he switched over to my other breast, putting me through the same torture.

My thoughts were too jumbled as I tried processing his words.

Did I want to be his?

When my mouth opened to respond, I felt his hips dig into my waist, grinding his bare cock over my panty clad center. My eyes immediately rolled back into my head as he rubbed all along my slit, until he ground himself harder into me.

“I don’t want you hanging around my son anymore.” He commanded with fire in his tone, knowing that I was in no right mind to be agreeing to demands.

Wes.

The sinking feeling in my chest was enough for me to open my eyes and remember how wrong this was.

“He’s my best friend.” I scoff.

“I’m not going to compete with my son.” He stares down at me like he’s trying to reach my soul. “Once I fuck you, you’re mine. Body, heart and mind.”

Was I ready for this?

Could I really betray Wes like that? I had too many questions floating around in my head, but I knew one thing.

I couldn’t get Jack out of my head. He buried himself too deep inside my heart and there was no point of return.

I was figuratively and literally fucked.

Swallowing my pride, I peer up into his dominating eyes and surrender. “If I’m yours, then you’re mine.”

“I’ve always been yours.” His tone softens and the sense of familiarity comes back once again. It’s still something I can’t figure out, but soon, the feelings are forgotten about when I feel my panties being torn off my body.

The thin material tears like paper and I’m left completely naked and panting underneath him.

“Spread your legs baby, I wanna see if you taste as good as you look.” He grips my thighs roughly as he’s eye level with my pussy. Licking his lips like he’s seconds away from mauling me, I try and wait patiently. But right now, being patient was the last thing on my mind.

Slowly, I peel my legs apart and he immediately inches forward before lowering his face. His hot breath dances over my throbbing clit, purposefully making me squirm in anticipation.

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