Page 66 of Tormented in Silence: Part One

I reach up and rest my hands on her hips. “Angel, sweetheart, talk to me,” I whisper desperately as I scan her eyes, trying to figure out what is going on in her head.

“I love you.”

I stare up at Presley, not quite processing what she just said. I was expecting her to be angry or have questions. Hell, even get pissed off at me. But no.

She loves me.

“Jackson?” she whispers, sounding hesitant as her hand moves from my cheek to my chin, pushing my mouth closed.

“You love me?”

She nods and opens her mouth. A few tears fall from her eyes as she tries to figure out what to say. I wrap an arm around her and swing her around, so she ends up on her back on the bed with me hovering over her.

“Say it again.”

Her wide, shocked, brown doe eyes stare up at me.

“I love you.”

“Fuck,” I mumble as I lean down and kiss her, running my tongue along her lips, coaxing her mouth open. She opens beautifully for me, giving me all the control as her hands come up under my shirt, exploring my abs.

Our tongues swirl together, becoming one as my cock grows uncomfortably hard in my jeans.

“Angel,” I say against her lips. She cracks her eyes open, showing the same lust I’m sure is shining in my eyes. “Trust me?”

“Always.”

I smirk down at her. “Good.” I stand and pull her up with me before turning back around and sitting on the edge of the bed again with Presley standing in front of me. “Strip for me.”

Her breath hitches as a flush works its way up her neck to her cheeks, making them rosy. She doesn’t move, standing in front of me, staring. “Now, angel.”

With shaky hands, she starts unbuttoning her pants and slowly working them down her lean legs. Presley is tiny; she has curves and a round ass, but I wouldn’t mind if she ate more and put on some more fat. But I will never say that to her. Once her pants are off, she stands straight again and places her hands over her thighs, covering where I am staring. When I look up at her, she looks terrified and ashamed.

“I know the scars are hideous. I can’t—”

I swiftly stand, towering over her tiny frame, grabbing her cheeks with my hands and tilting her head up to look at me. “Don’t, angel. What did I tell you in your apartment? You are fucking flawless. With scars or without. I wasn’t staring at your scars. I was looking at your perfect legs and thinking about how good they would look on either side of my face, squeezing the life out of me while I take my last breath deep in your sweet pussy.”

She sucks in a breath, her face turning bright red.

I grin. “I’m going to sit back down again, and you’re going to let go. Trust me and follow my direction.”

She nods, so I release her and step back, sitting down again and waiting. I want to push her limits, but I know I need to go slow. Presley shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath before opening them again and looking directly into my eyes.

She grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head, leaving her in a matching black lace bra and panty set.

I groan and bite my fist, trying to resist the urge to reach forward and grab her. I want my hands all over her.Maybe I’m testing my limits too.

She hooks her fingers in the waistband of her panties and then spins around and leans forward, slowly shimming them down her divine ass before standing and kicking them off. While still facing away from me, she unclasps her bra and tosses it in the same direction as the rest of her clothes before turning back around.

She is trying to embrace this side of her that wants to come out, even though she is nervous. I crook a finger at her, and she steps forward between my spread legs. I reach up and grab the nape of her neck, pulling her face down to me. She lets her eyes fall closed and rests her hands on my shoulders, preparing for a kiss.

Instead, I let my lips lightly brush hers as I say, “Get on your knees like a good girl, angel.”

Her eyes fly open as I take my hand off the back of her neck. Without too much hesitation, she drops to her knees in between my legs.

“Look at you.” I caress the side of her face with a single finger. “So fucking perfect on your knees for me. Now take my cock out,” I command and lean back, letting her unzip my pants with shaky fingers. I lift my hips slightly so she can pull them down below my ass.

Once she gets my jeans and boxers pulled down, she grasps my rock-hard cock in her tiny fist and pumps up and down a few times, her thumb making small circles over my piercing through the tip of my cock. My head falls back, a groan escaping.

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