Page 6 of My Turn

When my phone rang, I almost didn’t answer it just to make her work for it, but I decided to bite.

“Hey, Alana. How’s your date?”

“You’re a douche. I asked you for one thing.”

“Aw. Are you mad at me?”

“Extremely.”

“Yet, you’re calling me, so I assume you made it out alive and you don’t hate me as much as you think you do.”

There was an angry huff followed by the sound of her car door closing. The ignition started and she stayed silent for another moment before she groaned.

“It was a horrible idea.”

“I could’ve told you that,” I pointed out as I maneuvered onto the street.

“Why didn’t you?” She sounded offended, which was laughable.

“You didn’t ask me, did you?”

“Sometimes, these things need to be forced on me.”

Yeah, they most certainly do. All in due time, baby.

“I’ll be at your place in twenty.”

“Really?” Her voice pitched upward, making me smile.

“Wine in hand and listening ear in place. And no, I don’t care that you work tomorrow. Put on a movie for those assbutts and read a book.”

“You are a terrible influence.”

“And you’re the one who’s gonna listen to me.”

She grumbled nonsensically before she ended the call. Such a brat. I needed her smart mouth in front of me so that I could put it to good use.

That gave me an idea.

I pulled into the opposite side of her apartment community and parked beside a quiet building. There were no windows on this side and it was up against a fence that separated it from another complex.

She’d pissed me off today with this whole date stunt, plus seeing her with another man made me feel possessive as fuck.

I grabbed one of the wine bottles and uncorked it. Holding it between my knees, I pulled my cock out. It was easy to get myself in the right headspace when I thought about giving her a part of me. I wanted her to go to sleep full of my cum. Maybe one day I’d train her so that she couldn’t sleep unless she swallowed it.

It had been so long since she’d been with someone. Almost a year now. This would mark her as mine. I was officially claiming her, even though she didn’t know it yet. The moment this touched her lips, I would be the last man she ever had.

Just that thought made my cock throb. I stroked it slowly, pausing at the top to drag my thumb through my precum. I circled the rim of the bottle with it before I grabbed my shaft again. I increased my speed and as more fluid seeped down my length, the sound of it filled my truck.

I imagined it was her mouth on me, those pretty green eyes staring up at me and shining with tears. Her lips were swollen as she sucked needily on my cock, desperate to please me. I would make her feel dirty, like she was just a hole to fuck. She’d be so eager for my praise and eventually, I’d give it to her. When I built her back up after I tore her down, she’d be grateful and she’d fall in love with me more every time. She wouldn’t be able to help herself. I wouldn’t give her a choice anyway.

When I thought about her swallowing my cum, I pumped my hand to the tip, then positioned the bottle so that all of it shot inside. I quickly tucked myself away before I recorked it and tipped it upside down, then righted it. I did that a few times and swirled it around until I was sure that it dispersed. My thumb nail pressed into the top of the cork before I set it back on the seat and drove to Alana’s building. It would be easier now that I’d gotten that out of my system.

Chapter 3

Jayce

Whenever I came to Alana’s place, I didn’t knock. I used my code and went straight to the kitchen. The shower was running in the hallway and I had to force away images of her naked in there, otherwise my efforts in the truck wouldn’t do much good. If I popped an uncontrollable boner here, it would be game over. She’d get weird about it and think I had a crush on her or something.

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