Page 138 of Did They Break You

“You have a piercing,” he explains, as if I don’t know. I almost fainted when I got it with Sloane.

“Yeah, I…” I trail off, realizing what he’s implying. I heard the jokes, too. He thinks I got it to give good head? Or that I must have tested it on someone aside from him?

I almost laugh, but it’s kind of pathetic that I have to tell him it isn’t true. I shake my head, still cradled in his hands as I shift my knees up on his seat. “You’re the first,” I whisper, not thinking of Brinklin.That didn’t count.

So many things about that nightdon’t count.Not in my head. “I’ll help you,” he says quietly. “If you’re sure you want to do this.”

My cheeks burn, and I repeat what I told him before. “Don’t be nice. That’s not… that’s not you.”

His grip tightens on either side of my face. “Itwasme,” he says softly. “With you. And I don’t want to be mean.”

Slowly, ignoring him and all the feelings his words create in my chest, I drop my head down, open my mouth wide, and wrap my lips tight around his cock as I fit as much of him in my mouth as I can.

He groans, pulling my braids as he does.

Then I bite him.

Gently,but it must hurt, because he curses, yanking out of me as he does, pulling hard on my braids. “What the fuck was that?” he hisses.

I still have my fingers curled around the base of him. “I told you not to be nice.I meant it.”I lick my lips, strings of saliva connecting me to him. “This isn’t love, Cortland. We’re not dating.And I’m not a good girl anymore.”

He stares at me.Glaresat me. “You want me to use you.” It’s not a question.

“Now you’re getting it.” I think about the cemetery. Him cornering me in the library. Being on my hands and knees in the woods, in a position not much different than this. Except then I didn’t have to beg him to use me.

Then, he just did it.

And he let them do it too.

He yanks hard on my braids, making my eyes water, my breath leaving me in a rush. The pain sparks something in me.

“Pay me back for getting you off, Remi,” he says, dipping his chin as he stares at me. “Open your mouth.”

I do, feeling giddy with his commands. Giddy, and a little less lost, because I have no idea what I’m doing, despite my bold words.

“Ah,” he says, smiling, still yanking down on my braids enough to hurt. “You look so pretty like this, baby. Just a mouth for me to use.”

My face warms with his words, and I feel equal parts shame and lust coursing through me. I just want to let go. I just want toforget what it’s like to be damaged for once. I want to be a girl giving a guy she thinks is hot a blowjob.

And yeah, maybe on my birthday in his truck isn’t the best idea for my first time, but it’s what I want.

Tonight I feel bolder.

Freer.

Ryann’s words echo in my head.“You can do whatever you want.”

Cortland angles his hips, let’s go of one braid to lift his shirt with his hand. I see his six-pack, the deep V that leads down to his cock. The one he’s pushing into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat.

Again, my eyes water, but I feel good in knowing it isn’t fromcrying.

“You okay?” he whispers softly as I close my eyes.

But with his tenderness, they snap open again and I glare at him. I can’t exactly speak, but I don’t care. I love how he tastes. How he feels. And I drop my hand from around the base of him, plant my palms against his hips.

He closes his eyes as I start to move my head, a groan coming from his lips, and it feels good to know I’m the cause of the sounds emanating from him.

He gathers both ends of my braids in his hand, guiding me back and forth over his dick, faster, harder. Hitting the back of my throat and making my stomach convulse, but I don’t care. I don’t even have to do much, the way he’s thrusting against me, guiding my head. I just make sure my teeth don’t scrape against him and he keeps fucking my mouth. Drool pools in the corner of my lips, and I stare up at him in wonder, his head tipped back, his teeth on his lip ring as he bites his lip.

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