Page 6 of Die For Me

Jack grinned like I had complimented him. “Exactly. Now get up and get yourself dolled up. We’re making a porno.”

I didn’t hesitate to get up and go to the bathroom, but this time I didn’t close the door.Why bother?I rinsed my face before I looked in the mirror; I felt like I had aged years in these last twelve weeks. So much stress, so much heartbreak, so much trauma. I didn’t know how much more I could handle. Seeing Jack turn into his scary counterpart terrified me, and I had no idea what brought it on. He wanted to hurt me before he even knew of Michael potentially impregnating me.What the fuck was he going to do now that he knew?

I was slower than usual applying my mascara and matte-red lipstick. I fluffed my hair around and shrugged in the mirror. This would have to be enough for him.

I walked out to the living room to find Jack had set up each of our phones onto stands with ring lights behind them. He put one directly in front of the couch and another beside it. Had he been planning this? Was he saving this for the ultimate punishment?

Jack looked up at me and grinned. He looked like his sweet, usual self. How could I always forget how cruel he could be? Ohyeah, because looking at his gorgeous face made my pussy wet and made me forget all about scary Jack. His hard dick under his boxer briefs made my knees weak as he started to walk toward me.

“Stunning. Now get undressed,” he ordered gently.

I stripped off my leggings, panties, and thin, cotton shirt. Jack eyed me up and down with lust before he gave me another mischievous grin.

“This is going to be so fun, sweetheart.”

My heart fluttered. What the fuck was wrong with me? We were about to film a sex tape and send it to the other love of my life. This would absolutely ruin him, and here I was dripping wet.

“I want you to look in the camera and tell him this is for him,” Jack instructed, pointing at the phone in front of the couch.

I immediately tensed up, a lump in my throat. “I can’t.” I shook my head.

I knew he would get angry, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Even if he forced me, I was still going to put up a fight.

Jack didn’t seem surprised.

“Yes, you can,” he snarled. “You fucked him, now I want you to show him how much you love fucking me.”

I didn’t move or respond. There was no way he could hurt me at that moment: I was potentially carrying his child. I wanted to test him and myself. My sweet Jack had to come through somehow.

“Hana. Either you say it, or I’ll go fucking chop his dick off right now,” he snapped, now standing only inches from my face.

Tears began streaming down my face.

“Please, Jack. I’ll do anything else. Please just don’t make me say that.” I could barely hear my own voice.

Jack eyed me like he was considering his options. My heart thumped in my chest. I wondered why I didn’t feel more scared.Maybe because I knew he was going to make me do something terrible, regardless of if I fought or not.

“Okay, sweetheart.” Jack smiled. “I have a better idea then.”

I was terrified, not because scary Jack was present…but because sweet Jack was as well.

“What is it?” My lip trembled as I spoke.

He smiled triumphantly. “You’ll see, love. Now get on your knees,” he ordered, still gentle.

I didn’t hesitate as I got to my knees. Jack took the phone that was beside the couch and rearranged the lights. He walked up to me and lowered his boxer briefs, and his thick, long erection sprung free in my face. Jack had my phone pointing down at me as I looked up at him.

“Open, Hana,” he ordered, grazing his thumb over my lip.

I opened my mouth wide before he shoved his cock in and immediately began thrusting quickly. Drool fell on my legs and tits. My pussy was practically dripping, the need for him to touch me overwhelming.

“Look up at me when my cock is in your mouth, love,” Jack moaned.

My eyes flashed up to him, his darkness starting to seep through again. He took one hand to the back of my head and pushed his cock further down my throat, making me gag and keeping it there while my eyes watered and even more drool dripped down my body.

Jack moaned loudly. “Can’t take this big cock all the way, can you sweetheart?”

I moaned as he started to face fuck me again. Suddenly, Jack let go of my head and wrapped his hand around my throat; I gasped for air, trying to catch my breath from him fucking my mouth and now his tight grip around my throat restricting my air flow.

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