Page 126 of Right Number, Wrong Man
“Fuck you,” I snarl, trying to ignore the rising pressure in my core.
“Oh, Iwillfuck you. Don’t you worry about that.”
Jax tugs down the collar of my nightgown, exposing my breasts. The rough pads of his thumbs swirl over my nipples before he starts working them with his mouth. Every stroke, every lick and every tender bite is pure fire injected into my veins.
He knows every sweet spot and I can’t control myself. My pussy clenches, heady moans dripping from my lips like molasses.
Taking my body’s betrayal as an invitation, he twists his fingers into my sopping entrance and makes a forward motion. The heel of his palm grinds across my clit with every fast, hard thrust, making stars bloom behind the blindfold.
I don’t want to enjoy what he’s doing to me, but I do. That feeling from the hotel is back and I recognize it now. If he continues fucking me like this, I’ll squirt in public, right here where anybody could walk along and see me.
But I’m powerless to resist Jax, physically and mentally. If he wants me to come, I’ll come, and there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it.
The barrel of the revolver presses against my temple again.
He isn’t actually going to pull the trigger if I come, will he?
Jax’s teeth gently clamp down on my nipple and a turbulent orgasm arcs through me. I bite my tongue to hold back a cry, but there’s no denying how my pussy convulses around his fingers as I squirt, drenching his fingers.
Jax clicks his tongue and I hear the rustle of his mask. “Damn, you soaked my hand. My filthy girl loves gettin’ fingered with a gun to her head, but are you prepared to die for your orgasm?”
“Please don’t…” I swallow my fear, barely getting any words out. “Please don’t shoot me! I won’t come again, I promise!”
“I love it when you beg, but you knew the rules and you chose to break ‘em. Now you gotta bear the consequences. One orgasm, one pull of the trigger.”
“No, please! I?—”
The gunclicks.
I’m alive.
“Thank God…” I sob.
That’s one out of six. One of the next five pulls of the trigger will send a bullet through my brain. When Jax cocks the gun again, my mind goes haywire.
“What are you doing? I only had one orgasm!”
“As punishment for holding back your moans, I’m gonna pull the trigger a second time.”
“Wait, no!”
Click.
I yelp, shaking with adrenaline.
Fuck, I’m still breathing.
The pressure of the revolver’s barrel disappears from my temple and relief surges through me, turning my bones into rubber. Tears spill from my eyes, wetting the shawl.
“You’re such an asshole! Why are you doing this to me?” I ask.
“Cause you broke up with me and blocked me. Cause you took what’s rightfully mine. You’ve belonged to me since the first time I pumped your breedable little cunt full of my cum.” His thumb swipes under the blindfold, wiping away my tears. “Aw, don’t you cry. You ain’t gonna hold back your moans no more, are you?”
“I w-won’t…” I choke out.
Sharp pain surges through my cheek as my head gets knocked to the side. My clit throbs and I hate myself for being into this.
“Didn’t you forget a lil somethin’?” Jax growls.
