Page 149 of Did They Break You

He groans, parting his own, and then his teeth are pulling at my tongue ring as I shove it down his throat. I whimper and taste the iron in my mouth, but he doesn’t stop.

His hands slide under my top and he’s got me literally by my tongue as his strong fingers roam over my tits, pinching and pulling at my nipples.

I shift my hips, grinding him, and only then does he release me, my tongue burning as I swallow the blood in my mouth.

I slide my hands down his toned arms, reaching the top of his sweats.

He catches my wrists in his hands, stopping me.

I look up, startled andneedy.

“Am I going to prison after this?” he asks me, his voice hard.

I yank my hands away, fumbling with his waistband, adrenaline coursing through me as I stare down between us. “Fuck you,” I whisper.

“You’re worth a lot, baby, but I don’t know iffucking youis worth all those years behind bars,” he says, yanking back my braid, my neck arching.

My breath catches in my throat, but I stare up at him. “You’re fucking me in this truck, Cortland. Don’t make me beg you.” I try to pull down his pants, but he doesn’t move.

I look up again and meet his gaze, my heart sinking. If he denies me,what does that make me?

But the corners of his full lips are turned up in a smile. “I like that idea,” he says, grabbing both braids and yanking them harder.

My breath leaves in a rush and he leans in, running his tongue up the hollow of my throat. “Beg me, Remi,” he says against my skin.“Beg me to fuck you, so I don’t get this whole consent shit confused.”

I pull back, my fingers clenching his shirt.

“Cortland.” My voice is throaty, my heart hammering in my chest. He’s still holding my hair with one hand, his other wrapped around my hip, his thumb grazing the top of my underwear. “Please.”

His grip tightens in my hair, pulling at my scalp. “Please what?” he asks, his tone edged with anger.

My neck flushes hot, but I shift my hips, needing him.Wanting him.“Please don’t make me do this.” I look down between us, see the bulge in his pants, feel it against me. “Please don’t.”

His fingers skim down my side, making me shiver. He runs his palm over the crease of my thigh, so close to where I want him. His thumb comes to my slit, over my underwear as he strokes me and I whimper.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he says, his tone amused as he looks at me. “You’re going to ruin these, Remi.” He runs his thumb down the center of me, but that cotton barrier is driving me insane.

I bow my head, my temple against his, and he looks up at me. “I want you,” I tell him, feeling flushed and embarrassed that I have to beg a boy to fuck me that I almost sent to prison. “I want you so much.”

He runs his tongue over his lip ring, shifting his hips easily even with me on top of him, pulling down his pants, his boxers, fisting his hard, thick cock in his hand as he strokes himself.

“You do?” he asks me, taunting me, his fingers circled tight around him as he pumps himself. I see a shiny bead of precum on the tip of his cock and I’m shaking all over again, for a different reason.

“Yes, Cortland.” My heart is going to burst out of my chest. His cock is nearly lined up with my slit, but his fingers wrapped around himself are between us.

“Tell me to fuck you.”

“F-fuck me.” I stumble over the words, embarrassment making my throat constrict.

He angles my head with his fingers in my hair and captures my mouth with his in a bruising kiss. His other hand comes to my underwear, pushing it aside, and I can feel his warm, hard dick against me.

I gasp, lifting my hips, and he laughs into my mouth.

I angle myself over him, his teeth pulling at my bottom lip.

“Sit down, Remi.”

I do, going slow, my thighs shaking as I grip his shoulders tighter. “C-Cortland,” I gasp his name out, the pressure building as I slowly lower myself down onto him. He’s so big and I’m so full and?—

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