Page 71 of Right Number, Wrong Man
“You said you’d stab me, didn’t you?” Jax says calmly.
“Then stop being a coward and let me fight back!”
One hand on my back, holding me down with almost inhuman strength, his cock braces against my entrance. “I want to wring your lovely neck almost as much as I want to pound you until you can’t think straight,” he grits out
“Why not both?” I taunt.
“Careful what you wish for, cause you got no idea ‘bout the danger you’re playing with. I’m about to show you what kinda monster you’ve been hopin’ for in your dirty dreams.”
My pulse rockets. This is actually going to happen. Aman I’ve never met before will fuck me in a parking lot, without a condom.
Jax’s hips hitch, his wide cockhead driving inside my cunt. I’m sopping wet, but my eyes water at the burning pain of his girth. I can’t even feel his piercings, only the ache.
“You’re too big,” I gasp, my hands balling into fists.
A large, warm palm closes over my cuffed hands. “I’ll make it fit, Sugar. Slow, deep breaths. I know your perfect, tight cunt can take Daddy’s cock. We’re almost there. You wanna make me proud, don’t you?”
He’s a liar. I know he’s barely inside, but I try to relax. Jax inches forward, forcing more of his thick shaft into me. My muscles struggle to expand around him, a dull pain throbbing in my belly.
“First you ruin my orgasm and now you’re breaking me in half. I hate you!”
He chuckles. “That’s fine by me. Keep hatin’ me while I make you moan my name.”
With every push, he buries himself deeper in my stretched hole. His piercings ripple along my entrance like thrilling speed bumps, and the barbell through the head of his cock strikes a delicious spot inside me. For a brief moment, it feels like my soul leaves my body and I can see myself bent over my car.
My eyes roll. It’s all too much. The pain. The pleasure. I’ve never felt like this before. So out of control. So vulnerable. So turned on, needy and helpless.
“I do hate you!” I moan deliriously, but I don’t know why I’m saying these words. “I hate you so much!”
My pussy betrays me. It squeezes around him like a vise, and Jax immediately picks up on it, reading my body like an open book.
“Do you get off on a man you hate fucking you on the hood of your car?” he asks.
Wait… Do I?!
My brain stops, frozen on a single image of the man I’ve hated for as long as I can remember: Colt.
My stomach flips. Why am I thinking of that idiot when I have my personal sex god right here with me?
I shake my head, but the images don’t just stay. It gets worse.
My mindoverflowswith unwanted fantasies of Colt until I’m drowning in them.
Colt wearing a silver skull mask while he presses a knife to my throat. Colt’s hand around my neck. Colt’s tongue in my mouth, tasting of bourbon. His teeth marking me, his lips sucking on my flesh until it bruises.
Jax reaches around my belly, his fingers on my clit anchoring me in the moment.
“I can’t hold back anymore,” he grunts, pulling out. “This is gonna hurt, Sugar.”
Jax rams into me, driving his cock all the way home, bumping into my cervix. Lights burst in front of my eyes and a whining moan rips from my throat. It hurts, but in the perfect way. With him, I’m learning that there’s a good kind of pain and I can’t get enough of it.
He ruts into me like a mad, wild animal. His low grunts echo in my ear as his weight presses me onto the car. I’m glad the alarm hasn’t worked in years. We would set it off for sure.
Jax’s piercings grind inside of me, adding a foreign thrill to every snap of his hips. With the attention on my clit, I find myself back on the edge, but I resist.
I don’t want to come while thinking of Colt and he’s still on my mind.
His smile. That dimple.
