Page 432 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

His breath huffs out, sounding pained as he thrusts his cock into my mouth. I gag, and almost puke. My eyes tear up, and I taste that salt in my mouth a moment later.

Jude groans as he slowly fucks my mouth, the steady rhythm speeding up as his expression tightens, as his eyes narrow to slits.

A stream of hot, bitter liquid coats my tongue. I gag hard, retch, and have to swallow everything that comes up because he’s still busy pouring cum into my mouth. Some of it escapes as I choke and gasp for breath, and it trickles down my chin and throat.

Jude pulls out with a groan, coating my mouth with a last powerful spurt. I lick my lips and shudder violently at the taste, but that just seems to turn him on even more. He swipes his thumb over my lips, smearing what’s left of his cum over my skin.

“Tastes better than Bailey’s, doesn’t it?”

I laugh at him because he’s obviously joking. He scowls and flips me onto my back, shoving my legs apart and wedging his torso between my knees so I can’t close them again.

If there’d been more light than just the movie playing in the background, I’d have been too ashamed to let this go on. Splayed open like this? I barely manage to stay my ground as Jude slaps my pussy so hard, I gasp and buck into him. But it’s only the soft, muted colors from the movie lighting up the room, and Jude’s body throws most of mine into shadow.

He gently parts me. I shudder when cool air touches the most intimate part of me, and again when he stares down at me.

I stare down, hypnotized by his strong hand, how his muscles cord along his arm as he slides two fingers inside me. My arousal coats his fingers and his palm, making his skin gleam. After one experimental thrust, he starts fingering me violently, his palm thumping against my pelvic bone and sending a hard ache into my core with every impact.

“Make yourself come,” he commands.

When I hesitate, he forces my hand down. I have no choice but to start stroking myself.

I groan at the pleasure coiling through me, my eyes falling half-shut. This is so dirty. So perverted. As sinful as makingmyself cry out silently in the shower after I’ve woken up dreaming of Jude fucking me in his truck, at school, beside the pool.

He pushes down on my fingers, rubbing them harder and faster against my clit.

“Come on, princess. This isn’t playtime. Do it like you mean it.”

It’s electric. Painful. I mewl and buck to try and get away from that delicious pain. Then his thick cock is pressing against my entrance. He moves his hips, rubbing himself through my slick folds. Teasing me. Coating himself with my lust.

“Jude, fuck!”

He pushes away my fingers and massages my clit himself. His cock keeps rubbing and pushing against my entrance, and all I want is for him to take that last step and push inside me. To take what I’ve never given anyone else.

“My cock can’t wait to slide into this tight little pussy of yours,” he growls.

He’s already had my first kiss. He’s the first to touch me, to finger me. Why not just give him everything? It will make him think he’s won…even if it’s only for tonight. I owe him that much, at least.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet for me,” he hisses. “Tell me how much you want this, princess.Begme to fuck you.”

But that’s a line I won’t cross. This is wrong—and I’m not going to pretend that doesn’t matter to me. If he wants me, he’s going to have totakeme.

“Fuck you,” I whisper.

My body’s tense as a fucking violin string, and all it will take is one more pluck for me to unravel.

Jude’s black eyes dart up to mine. There’s fleeting surprise, quickly replaced with spite. “So that’s how you want to play this?”

His dick slides up and down my slit. Harder, harder. He eases in half an inch and then slips out.

“JesusfuckingChrist.” He groans. “You really expect me to believe you don’t want this when you’re fuckingdrippingfor me?”

“I’ll never want you,” I hiss. “Ihateyou.”

He sneers at me. “You keep telling yourself that,” he says, and smacks my pussy so hard I see stars. “Meanwhile, I’ll be here fucking you raw, and you’ll be begging me not to stop.”

I struggle when he tries to push inside me, gritting my teeth as I try to close my thighs.

When he slips over my entrance a second, a third, a fourth time, he lets out a frustrated growl and grabs my ass cheeks in both hands, hauling me open. But instead of finally breaking me, his cock dips lower and presses against my hole.

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