Page 469 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

Until he moves his mouth down my belly and sinks his head between my legs. At the first rough lick he gives my pussy, I’m too shocked even to push him away. When he pushes my thighs apart, I let him. When he slips his finger inside me, I buck against his mouth like the fucking hussy that I am.

With every flick of his powerful tongue, I sink deeper and deeper into an ocean of hedonistic pleasure. I hear myself moaning “Fuck,” over and over again, interspersed with whispered prayers. “God”, “Please”, “Jude.”

But we’re in our own world now. No one can find us out here. No one can hear my breathless yell when I come in his mouth as he fingers me, his tongue lapping my clit into orgasm.

He grins up at me, a second finger joining the first, those gentle thrusts never stopping. I groan, weakly trying to push him away. But then I hear his belt, and I feel smooth skin instead of rough denim against my legs, and I couldn’t want anything more than his body against mine.

The weight when he settles on me is surreal. He should be crushing me, but I can still take hitched breath after hitched breath. He cups my face in his hands, and I smell myself on his fingers, but then he’s kissing me and I cantastemyself too.

I lift my quivering thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist, opening to him. His cock slides over my soaked pussy, but it’s like he’s content to kiss me until the cows—literally—come home. I drag my nails down his back, rake his shirt up his back, claw it over his head. Now we’re both naked, twined around each other in our makeshift bed in the middle of nowhere.

He moves against me, his cock dragging over my clit, his smooth skin warming mine. “I want to taste you again,” he whispers.

“No,” I blurt out, grabbing his ass in both hands as he tries to slide down my body. “I need you, Jude.” My breath catches when he sinks his fingertips into my thighs. “Inside.”

“Yeah?” he murmurs, leaning on his elbow so there’s space between us, so he can tease his fingers over my nipples, down my belly, against my clit. “In here?”

With a violent thrust, he shoves two fingers inside me.

“God, yes!” My thighs clamp around him, and I grab his wrist, forcing his fingers deeper inside me. It hurts a little, and that makes me nervous. His dick is a lot thicker than two of his fingers. But I don’t care. My body is craving him like it used to crave a sip of wine, a gulp of vodka, a bottle of Bailey’s.

No, it’s gone past need. If I don’t have him, if he doesn’t take me—andsoon—I won’t survive.

His fingers speed up, his eyes intent on mine as he watches for my reaction. I think I’m getting close again, but I don’t want to come like this. I want his cock inside me so I can unravel while he’s filling me.

So instead of trying to fight him off, I reach down and grab his shaft with both hands.

Jude instantly stops moving. “I told you?—”

He cuts off with a pained groan when I give his dick a hard pump with both my fists. “Harper—” he tries again.

But I’ve had enough of his threats, of thetorture. I need him, and I need him now. With a tight grip on him, I urge him on top of me again, until his body sinks between my legs, until his cock is over my belly. I give him another hard, slow pump, relishing the way his body shivers at my touch.

A drop of clear liquid seeps from him. I smear it into his smooth crown with my thumb.Jude shudders against me, a deep-throated groan spilling from his twisted mouth. “If you had any idea how close I am...”

“Then fuck me.”

His gaze skips over my body, drilling into my eyes. Then he dips his hips and presses against my entrance. I’m so wet down there, so fucking slippery, that when I try to guide him between my folds, he slips out.

Dropping to one elbow, Jude pushes my hands out of the way and grabs the base of his cock. His eyes slide down my body again and fix at the point between my legs where his cock presses against me.

Slowly, he guides his dick between my folds. Just as slowly, he eases in.

I gasp, my back arching, and he stops. He’s so big, stretching me so tight, I’m sure I’ll rip if he goes deeper.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, starting to pull out.

“No, don’t.” I grab his lower back, sliding my hands down and grabbing his meaty ass. “Deeper.”

“But I’m hurting you...” His voice trails off, and I’m forced to open my eyes.

When I see his expression, it’s all I can do to blink back the sudden tears.

“Harper, why didn’t you say something?” he hisses.

“Don’t stop, please. I want this.”

“I can’t—” His body moves under my hands.

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