Page 26 of Better Run
I shove backward and he lets me go.
“You…” I sputter.
“Yes, get nasty with me so I have a reason to punish you again.” He tucks the phone back into his pocket.
I want to. I want to punch him in the face. But knowing him, he’d probably laugh and enjoy it. Fuck him.Fuck him.
He swoops in and throws me over his shoulder. I beat on his lower back and ass.
“Put me down!”
He ignores me and carts me back to the cabin. I continue uselessly pounding. We get inside, and he doesn’t put me down. He carts me upstairs and tosses me on his bed.
I scramble to get up, but he’s on me in a flash, pinning my hips down.
He rips my leggings off in one motion, even getting them over the ankle monitor.
“I didn’t—I haven’t broken a rule!” I cry out.
“This isn’t a punishment.” He snaps my panties off like they’re nothing. I kick to get away, but he spreads my legs apart so my kicks have no force behind them. He drags my ass to the end of the bed.
“Wait!” I struggle and kick.
Hot breath blows against my wet pussy. His shoulder and one arm pin my legs open, and the other arm bands heavily against my waist.
Then his hot mouth is on me. He sucks my clit into his mouth and pulses on it.
I cry out. Both with the shock of it and the pleasure. He takes advantage of my momentary break in the struggle to open me wider. He releases his suction to lick me from entrance to clit, then buries his nose into me.
He pulls in a deep breath through his nose.
Heat flames in my cheeks. I try to kick again, but he grabs ahold of my clit with his lips and growls, a clear threat.
The vibrations send a shock through my system. I gasp.
He starts to eat me like he’s been starving. He licks with the flat of his tongue up and down and up and down with force. He keeps up the same tempo, and my body responds, pushing into him for more.
He instantly stops and starts a different technique and rhythm. Just as it starts to send electricity through my body, he stops and starts something else.
I cry out as anger flows through me. He chuckles against me.
“Well, well, well.”
I jump and see Cole smirking at the end of the bed.
Jayden tightens his hold on me and pulls me closer to him, growling deep and low.
Cole laughs, “She’s all yours, brother.”
“I’m not anyone’s!” I start to struggle again. It earns me a sharp nip on the clit. “Ouch!”
His tongue massages away the sting, which only seems to amplify the pleasure.
“Whatever you just did, keep doing it; she likes it.”
He bites me again. I can’t help it—my body bucks into his mouth. The pain and pleasure feel so good. I keep fighting to hate it. To hate him.
“You look so good spread open for him like that. That pussy is probably getting off knowing you’re ours, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
