Page 61 of Speak

Oh, fuck. I lick my lips and open my mouth as wide as I can because as big as Maverick is, it has nothing on Jonas’ girth. I wiggle and swirl my tongue over the crown, wetting him enough that he glides in, inch by inch. I wiggle my tongue to make more room for him, earning me a hiss.

“Fuck, baby, keep going. Swallow my dick.” I inhale, and then suck, hollowing my cheeks when he pulls out only to go back in. He grins devilishly. “Halfway, baby. You’re doing so fucking good. Your mouth looks so pretty wrapped around me.”

He guides my head to and from over and over again. His eyes are heavy on mine, and his eyebrow quirks. “Suck if he forced it, baby. You’re not in trouble, I promise.”

I suck. Because it was forced. But I loved how Maverick controlled me. just like Jonas is taking control now. Goodbye feminism.

“Wiggle your tongue if you liked it.”

I wiggle my tongue and swallow when I feel like gagging. He shoves his cock a little deeper. “Fuck baby. Do it again if it was your first time sucking a dick.”

I swallow again.

“Do it again if you have feelings for him.”

I swallow again.

“Fuck…” Anger crosses his face but he only picks up the pace, still gentle even when he hurts me. “Grip the base of my dick and jerk me if you loved me.”

I do so, wrapping my fingers around his girth, sucking harder, faster. The moans coming out of his mouth, the praise, it’s all so much. My slobber is coating him, my hand, dripping down to his balls, and I decide to cup them with my other hand. His thighs shake, as I take him further, swallowing more frequently. “Keep that up and I’m gonna fucking lose it, baby. You’re too fucking good at this. Did you suck Chase’s dick?”

I shake my head. He couldneverruin us.

“Good fucking girl.” He praises. “Fuck, baby,fuck. I’m going to cum. Don’t stop, please.” He moans.

I don’t, and he does, holding my head by my temples, roaring out loud, hips stuttering, as his salty seed coats my tongue and I swallow every drop.

He looks down at me, eyes wild, he helps me up, crushing me to his chest. “Did I fuck this up? Did I ruin us?”

I shake my head at him.

“Do you still love me?”

I wrap my arms over his neck and pull him down to kiss him. When we finally break apart, I make a motion with my hand, my pointer finger up, and plant a chaste kiss on his once more. His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline and he smirks. “So orgasms get you talking, huh?

I scrunch my nose at him.

“What does that mean?”

I bite my lip. I take his hand, with my finger, I write ‘ALWAYS’ on his forearm.

His grin widens into the most radiant thing I have ever seen in my life.

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He’s on my loveseat waiting for me, shirtless, in just his black boxer briefs, Indian takeout boxes on the coffee table, relaxed as I bring over the binder and my notebook holding all of my findings. I don’t know if I can trust him with this, but there’s only one way to find out. He asked me to show him, so this is me, literally showing him. If he decides to turn me in… I can’t and won’t stop him.

“What’s this?” he asks as I sit beside him, the muscles in his forearms twitch and turn as he takes it from me. I point to it, and when he flips it open to the first page, he closes it immediately, sitting straight up. “Where did you get this?”

Nowthat, I won’t divulge.

“Raven, what you found is fucking dangerous. If they know you have this-“

I furrow my brows in anger when he calls me ‘Raven’ and not ‘baby.’ Instead of throwing a tantrum like I want to, I point to the binder again, tapping it rapidly. I need to find a way to tell him to never call me Raven ever again. That it’s banned behind closed doors and I won’t answer to anything else.

Oh. What a great idea.

“I know what this is. Is this why you came back?”

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