Page 25 of Desperate Valentine

He holds himself at the back of my throat, wiping a few tears away before slapping my face. The sting from my cheek stillbeing wet makes me wince a little, tightening the grip my throat has on his cock.

“Fuuuck, that’s it—”

His hand joins the other at the back of my head as he thrusts into my throat a few more times before lifting up on my hair, forcing me to stand.

I lean back against the pole again, trying to catch my breath.

“What’s wrong? Is someone getting tired?”

“Fuck no. I’m just wondering when you’re gonna make me come.”

“Hmm—I’m not so sure you’ve earned it yet,” he teases.

“I guess I’ll have to get myself off then.” I chuckle. “Don’t worry, you can watch.”

“Oh yeah? You think you can make yourself come as good as I can?” He grins. “Go ahead, little leopard, show me what you got.”

Well shit. He called my bluff.

I stand there for a moment in complete silence.

“Come on. Don’t be shy. Show me.”

“But—”

“No excuses, baby girl. You’re the one that suggested it.”

Fuck. Me and my big fucking mouth.

Chapter 8

“If you insist,” Ihiss through tightly clenched teeth.

I bring my hand down, grazing the inside of my thigh with my fingertips. Letting out a soft whimper, I trail them over my clit and close my eyes.

Sucking in a shaky breath, I try to think about anything but the fact that I’m basically putting on a show for Jude. Completely vulnerable and at the mercy of this gorgeous, arrogant, unhinged man.

I’m sure he can see how rapid my breathing has become.

“Eyes on me, little leopard,” Jude groans, snapping me out of the disassociating trance I was falling into.

His bold, coppery eyes are glowing beneath the headlamp, making my heart beat even faster.

I attempt one more time to close my eyes, but within seconds, I hear him shuffle toward me.

“Do I have to help you focus?” He breathes onto my neck again, causing my eyes to shoot back open.

“Jude, please,” I plead desperately.

“As much as I like hearing you beg, I think we both know how this is gonna go,” he moans, pinning me to the pen behind me. “Look at you, speechless for once.”

My knees go weak when he starts to trail his red, glistening fingers down my stomach. Deep down, I know how wrong this is. I know I should have stopped this before it went so far. I just don’t want to.

“What if someone walks in?” I whisper.

“They can watch.” He reaches behind me, grabbing the back of my legs and hoisting me up onto the ledge of the pen.

“Jude!” I shriek, terrified of the fact that I could fall backwards at any second.

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