Page 155 of Love Bleeds Red
I moan, even though the sound comes out strangled. My hips buck against his fingers like they have a mind of their own and all at once Leon pulls out and releases my neck.
“I didn’t pay to pleasure you, you filthy whore.” He slaps the palm of his hand against my pussy and I see stars.
“Oh God,” I moan, unable to hold it in.
Roughly, he flips me over, yanking my night shirt all the way up my back. “Let’s see if this hole was worth it.”
I grip the sheets, clawing my way up the bed to get away from him, but it’s no use. His hand is heavy against my back, holding me exactly where he wants me as he unzips his pants. He kicks my thighs open wide with his leg as he maneuvers my hips up.
I bite down on my bottom lip as he spears into me from behind, giving me no time to adjust to his size. “No!” I cry.
In answer, he yanks my hair, lifting my face off the mattress so I have no choice but to look into his eyes as he fucks me raw. Grunts and groans escape his lips as he thrusts into me deeper, harder.
It feels so fucking good.
Then I remember that I don’t want it to feel good.
I kick out, and fight my way off him, hissing as his cock slips out of me. I turn and spit right in his face. “Fuck you! Stay away from me or I’ll cut your dick off!”
He smiles as he wipes my saliva down his face, hand coated in it, he slips a finger into his mouth and sucks.
“You’ll learn to watch that dirty mouth.”
“No!”
I’m giddy on the power. Elated. Ecstatic. A part of me wants to abandon the scene and climb on top of Leon, taking what I want. But what I really want—need—is to be used and abused and thrown aside. And he’s doing such a good job giving it to me.
I grab a pillow from the bed and toss it at him as he lunges for me. His cock juts out from his body like an iron rod. “Get over here. Let me finish with you.”
“Never!”
He rushes to me and pins me against the wall, bringing his hand back to my throat. I claw at him, scratching until blood comes back on my nails. With his free hand, he pins my wrists above my head. Something flickers in his eyes… devious and dark, and then he releases my neck and shoves my shoulders down until I’m kneeling on the tattered carpet.
“Be a good girl and suck my cock.”
That phrase.
It normally makes me break down. But right now, I let it slide off my back. I shake my head to the side, keeping my lips clenched shut until he forces them open and shoves his cock deep into my throat.
“That’s it,” he says. “Take it. Gag on it.”
The cool metal of his piercings glide against my tongue and his musky taste, a mix of both of our juices is so good I hold back a moan.
I pretend to fight him. Clenching my jaw. Running my teeth over his length. But somewhere I lose myself in the feel of him. Maybe it’s when he breaks and groans my name. Or maybe it’s his fingers in my hair, guiding me up and down on his cock.
“Close,” he hisses. “Fuck.”
I feel it too. His posture going rigid, his balls tightening. He pumps in and out, harder. Faster. Spit and tears run down my cheeks as my air supply gets cut off.
And just as he’s about to come, he pulls out, spraying jets of warm milky white all over my face and chest.
God, it’s hot. I know it shouldn’t be. I’m not supposed to want this, but I do. Very much so.
For a moment, we both just breathe. The room is silent except for our ragged inhales and exhales. Leon’s cum is cooling on my skin, and I’m still kneeling on the carpet, gripping his thighs, feeling dizzy and exhilarated and completely wrung out.Then Leon drops to his knees in front of me, cupping my face—gentle now, so different from moments before.
“Bailey,” he says softly, his voice back to normal. “Love, look at me.”
I meet his eyes and see only Leon there. Concerned, loving Leon. The mask is completely gone.
