Page 160 of Wicked Sins

I’m not sure how much it’s helped.

Some nights, I wake in cold sweats, convinced Wayne was touching me again. Others, I rush to the bathroom and puke up what tastes like a belly-full of blood…but what always turns out to be nothing but stomach acid and some random carrots I don’t remember eating.

While I don’t think therapy has helped all that much, I have learned a lot about what my mind does to cope with all the shit I’ve had to deal with. The thing that happened with Patrick back at Happy Mountain? Turns out, I’d been triggered and sent reeling back into the past, possibly to the night Wayne first sexually assaulted me.

Joah knows everything now, and I love that. I know it wouldn’t have been possible with anyone else.

When Jo lifts my knees and plants an almost chaste kiss on my clit, everything except him disappears from my mind.

“Know what else?” he asks.

I shake my head, biting at my lip again as I stare down where he’s framed between my thighs. He keeps his eyes on me as he licks my pussy, and I shudder at how fucking good it feels.

“We’ll be eating lunch together every day you’re there getting your Masters.”

He’s been at Cornell for a year already. Although I’d managed to make up for my shitty grades back when Mom and I were barely in one place longer than a month, it took me a year to do that. I’ve had to see Jo off every morning for the past few months, knowing he was getting everything he wanted.

Candace Furey would have been a right jealous bitch about it.

Candace Bale couldn’t be happier.

Jo sucks my clit into his hot, wet mouth and massages me with his tongue.

The envelope crinkles as my back arches. My fingers are in his hair, and I don’t remember grabbing hold of him.

I lose myself in ecstasy as he slowly fucks me with his tongue. When he slides the length of the pink dildo over my folds, I groan and spread my legs wide as they can go.

“That’s it,” Jo murmurs, his voice vibrating against my clit. He sits up, teasing me with the dildo as he takes his cock out of his boxers. I stare at him, enraptured as he strokes himself. He’s still watching me, but I can’t look up. The sight of his strong hand moving so easily up and down his length makes my core ache for him to be plowing into me instead.

But that’s what the pink cock in his other hand is for. He presses it against my entrance, wriggling it around until I’m about to go insane, and then thrusts it in deep. I arch off the bed, eyes fluttering closed as a deep thrill chases through me.

He grabs my chin, wrenching my face toward him, and I swallow the tip of his cock with greedy lips. As soon as I have hold of him, he lets go of my face and starts milking his length, the side of his fingers bumping against my lips when he reaches the end of his cock.

“Why aren’t you touching yourself?” he growls out, and pulls his dick out of my mouth. I mewl at him, darting forward to pull him back in as I hurriedly stroke my clit.

He forces the dildo into me hard and fast, his breath speeding up alongside mine.

“I’m getting close,” he murmurs, eyes locked on my mouth.

And as soon as he says that, so am I.

I moan around his dick, and he yanks himself out of me with a hiss. “Christ,” he mutters, his knuckles going white how he throttles his dick. “You almost made me come.”

I smile at him, and then spread my legs, inviting him to replace the toy. He shifts over between my legs and, after giving me one hard thrust with the dildo, tugs it out.

He slides in immediately, groaning. Wetness oozes from me, but he pushes it back in with his cock.

I fall back with a choked gasp, my hips bucking up to allow every inch of him inside.

He fucks me to within an inch of my life, ignoring my desperate pleas for him to touch my clit. When I try and do it myself, he pins my wrists to my stomach.

I clench around him like a fist when I come, and he grits his teeth in frustration when I lock him down. As punishment, he burrows himself in me balls deep and stays there. As soon as I’m down from my climax, he starts strumming my clit again.

“Jo, stop. I’m done.”

“I want another one from you. This time, you’ll do it right.”

I quiver, my body relenting to his touch. My fingertips sink into his thighs, leaving half-moons behind. But he’s heavier than me, and if he doesn’t want to thrust, then I’ll have to lie here and wait until he does.

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