Page 71 of Jagged Line Paradise

“Did you like it?”

“I don’t know.”

I press my thumb over the hole. “Do you like this?”

“Yes.”

I push, not going in, just adding pressure. “Do you like it now?”

She whimpers, “Yes.”

“Fuck, baby. I wanna fuck you here so hard.”

She instantly tenses, her whole body going rigid, and that makes me want to take her here, shove my cock inside her, and make her scream. I let go of her and stand, unfastening the buttons of my shirt.

She climbs onto the bed and rolls over, scooting back and bringing up her knees. “Don’t fuck me there, not right now.”

I let my shirt fall from my shoulders, then reach down to unbuckle my belt. “I told you once that door was shut, you’re mine. I warned you.”

She scoots back farther on the bed, pressing up onto her elbows and scowling at me. “I know, but you can’t just shove your monster dick inside that tiny hole. You’ll tear me apart.”

I chuckle darkly. “But Iwantto tear you apart.” I pull my belt free from the loops and fold it in half, gripping the open ends in one hand and slapping the looped end against my other palm. “I want to break you down. I want to strip you raw. I want you to leave this room a fucking wreck, barely able to walk for how sore you are between your legs.”

I watch her as I speak, seeing the way her nostrils flare as her breath catches, how quickly her perfect breasts rise and fall with her panting, the way her eyelids hood over the green of her eyes, darkening them to a shade of deep olive.

I can’t for the life of me understand why she’s still here, why she hasn’t run yet, why she isn’t scared of me the way I think she should be. I know I must remind her of that piece of shit I used to call my father—then again, maybe I don’t know anything at all.

“Fine,” she finally says. “Take what you want from me. Fuck me until I bleed for all I care. Just come over here and touch me. Take me out of my mind. Give me some damn freedom.”

I step forward, climbing onto the bed on my knees. She watches me with curiosity, possibly wondering why my pants are still on. Quickly, I thread my belt beneath her thighs, wrap it around both, and tug the end through the metal loop tightly in front of her, just above the knees. She gasps as I force her legs together, pulling the belt so taut that she can’t part her knees.

“What are you—” she starts, but quickly stops as I press down on her knees, forcing her bound legs flat to the mattress.

I stand again, move to the side of the bed, and grab her wrists. With a violent yank, I twist her, turning her body sideways and tugging her toward me. I drag her until her neck rests on the edge of the mattress and she’s looking up at me, my covered cock pushing against the top of her head.

“Wet your lips for me, sunshine.”

She swallows hard as I undo my pants and shove everything down, stripping myself naked. I put my hand on her throat and graze my thumb gently over her skin as she pants, looking up at me with pleading eyes.

Is she pleading for meto stop?

Is she pleading for me to get onwith it?

Is she pleading for me to let hertaste my cock, to fuck her face, and make herchoke on my cum?

All of the above.

I wait for her to obey, to swipe her tongue over her pretty pink lips, and I slip my left hand beneath her head so she doesn’t have to strain her neck holding it up—I’m gonna be brutal enough as it is with her. I angle her head back and press the tip of my cock to her lips.

I shiver. I’ve had dreams about Lonnie’s lips wrapped around my cock and I pause to appreciate the moment. But the thing that makes my spine tingle is her reaction. She opens her mouth wide, yes, but she also works to lift her head from my grip, eagerly trying to suck the tip into her mouth.

“Relax,” I tell her, stroking her throat with my thumb. “Stop craning your neck, sunshine.” She whimpers and the vibration of it on my cock shoots straight through me. There will be no gentle easing into this now. “Open wide,” I tell her, and as soon as she lets her head fall back into my palm, her lips part and I push inside her.

Fuck. Me.

Her mouth feels unbelievable. I pull out nearly all the way, then push back into her warm, wet mouth a little deeper. She breathes heavy through her nose and her legs twitch against the belt that pins them together. She lifts her hands, reaching back behind her head, trying to grab hold of my hips, and I let her.

I’m curious whether she’s trying to push me away or draw me closer. My curiosity is satisfied when her fingers dig into my skin and she tugs me toward her. If she wants it, I’ll give it to her. I let my hand slip from the back of her head, locking into her hair so I can tug her head toward the floor. I bend over her to push deep inside her mouth. I don’t stop pushing until I feel her gag reflex kick in, and then I pull all the way back out. I keep her head there, but take a small step back, just because I’m desperate to see her face.

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