Page 29 of Picture Perfect

He leans down, his tongue flicking across the edge of my lips, sending a jolt of revulsion that rolls through my entire body.

I do know. And, when the time comes—if the time comes, I won't be able to say no to him. So, I offer him a nod.

Preston's smile widens, a vicious glint in his eyes as he forces me to my knees. I know what's coming next, but I can't bring myself to resist. It would only make this worse.

After hastily unzipping his pants and pulling out his pathetic little cock, he shoves it into my mouth. My jaw stretches around him and I feel faintly sick at the thought of what I'm doing. But there's no going back now.

It's this or worse.

Preston grabs a handful of my hair and begins thrusting into my mouth with rough, aggressive force. I try to suck him as best I can, desperate to end this humiliating encounter as quickly as possible.

But it's not enough for Preston. He pulls out abruptly and yanks me up by my hair, slamming me against the lockers again.

"You think you can just offer me your mouth and that will be enough?" he sneers, his grip on my throat tightening.

Fuck. I thought I had him.

I try to stifle a gasp of pain, but it slips out anyways. Preston grins at my discomfort before continuing.

"You've been playing games with me for too long, Addy," he growls. "You're going to give me everything tonight."

"I'm not. It's my mouth or nothing Preston." I put every ounce of strength I have into those words. If he tries to take what he wants, I'm not sure I can actually stop him.

"I know what you like. I'll do better," I add hoping to persuade him.

His proclivities aren't exactly unheard of. They're pretty tame considering, but he's embarrassed by them.

I suck my middle finger into my mouth, maintaining eye contact. I raise my brow in question. I can see the war in his eyes before he finally gives in.

Preston's eyes widen in shock as I shove my finger into his ass, but it quickly turns into a moan of pleasure. I can feel his cock hardening even more in my mouth and I use my other hand to grip his balls tightly.

He starts thrusting harder, the force making me gag despite the lack of length. But I don't let up. I need this to be over.

In between gasps for air, I pull back slightly and look up at him. "You like that?" I ask with a smirk.

Instead of answering, Preston grabs my hair again and starts fucking my mouth harder than ever before, my head smacking against the locker behind me from the force. He's getting close and I can tell he's trying to hold back so he can make this last longer.

Preston's eyes roll back in pleasure as I continue stroking him, but then he seems to remember himself and glares at me.

My eyes are watering enough that I know my mascara is running. I'll be a fucking mess when this is over, but at least he won't have stolen the one thing I've managed to keep for myself.

I speed up my strokes in his ass and suck a little harder. He groans, arching his back and gripping my head tighter. I can feel the tension building in his muscles as the moment of release approaches. He's trying to hold back, but I can see the desperation in his eyes.

With one last thrust of my finger into his ass and a squeeze of his balls, Preston's breathing becomes ragged, and I can tell that he's reaching his breaking point. I feel him finish down my throat.

The sound of the door banging open shocks us apart. I quickly wipe my mouth and my eyes and straighten my clothes as footsteps approach. I am so fucked.

As Saint, Dre, and Chess come into view, I feel my heart stop in my chest. It ceases to beat. I cease to exist. At least, I wish I did. Color rises to my cheeks so quickly, I'm worried I may burst into flames.

"Boys," I say nonchalantly, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

"Ice Princess," Saint sneers, looking between me and Preston with a raised eyebrow.

Before I can even attempt to come up with a clever response, Preston cuts in. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"You're late, Preston. And we've come to fucking collect."

Late? Late for what?

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