Page 107 of Cut Me Down

“You?” He arches a brow.

“Commercials.” He scrunches his eyes and gives me a curious look behind his smile. “Well, you know when we were kids they had the best commercials. Even on the adult channels they would always have some hilarious punch line or cute animal. Example, do you remember the ‘cootie queen’ one? Hilarious. I'll never forget that one. I hated the gum, but fantastic commercial.” He starts laughing. “Now? It’s nothing but depression medication with shots of a woman who is delusional, and way too happy. They always have so many side effects, one of which being depression. Can you believe that? A depression medication that may cause depression. Why take it then?” We burst into laughter, so much so, that he barely keeps his eyes on the road.

God, he looks so hot when he drives. Especially because it was just yesterday I jumped him covered in blood after being in a high-speed car chase. My next questions comes flying out of my mouth so quickly, I wasn’t even sure I was asking it.

“How many kids do you want?” He looks over, a surprised expression taking over his features briefly, and then he chews on his bottom lip.

“As many as you'll let me have, baby. And we can get started whenever you want.” Oh, my God, I think my ovaries just chanted ‘fuck birth control’ and exploded. He smiles wide and looks back to the road. I should’ve expected an answer like that, but his answer has an effect on me that I didn’t expect. I have to ignore the heat on my cheeks and clench my thighs together to hide the feelings of butterflies in my stomach. Why was that so damn hot?

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.

“Do you have a big family? Any siblings?” His face relaxes slightly.

“Yeah, I’ve got a big family, and I had one sibling. My sister, Emma.”

“Had?” I tilt my head.

“She died when I was twelve. Neuroblastoma.” I feel my face sink as my stomach drops. How could he not have told me about that before?

“Oh. I'm so sorry.”

“Yeah, me too. She was my favorite person back then.” I can tell his mind wanders as he grins.

“She still can be, baby.”

“I know, but she’s not.” He grabs my hand, and I look into his eyes. He’s so drained. I know these past few weeks have been rough on him. Crazy shit like we’ve been dealing with has got to bring other feelings to the surface. I know it has for me. I can’t even imagine losing a sibling. If I had lost Serena, especially at such a young age, I’m not sure I would have survived it. That’s way too young to know that kind of pain…

“Twelve is such a shitty age…” I say as I look back to the road, but I feel his gaze as he looks over at me.

“What happened when you were twelve?” My heart drops to my feet. He really doesn’t know already? I figured with how much he hates my parents, he would’ve found the information somewhere. What’s a good way I can put this without telling him?

“I just realized how much I was worth to my parents. You know, more great times.”

“Ashia.” I look back over from the window and see his serious gaze. My body shivers, and he squeezes my hand. I take a deep breath and prepare myself.

“The night of my twelve birthday, my dad… ‘rented’ me, I guess is a good way to put it…to his crack dealer for a couple of hours in exchange for two rocks…that’s how much my innocence was worth to him. My mom’s response when she found out was ‘That’s all you got for her?’ That was the first time DCFS placed me with Serena’s parents.” I feel his grip tighten on my hand, and I hear the engine rev, knowing his anger is getting to him.

“Give me a God damn name.” He says, practically growling.

“It doesn’t matter, baby. He died six months later, OD’ed in our living room, about a week after I had to go back.” I turn my attention back to the road.

“A week?” He growls. “You were back for a week, and they let that piece of shit near you again?’ I nod gently. “I wish I could say that I didn’t know how you survived those people, but I know how strong you are.”

“I’m much stronger now.” I say as I look back at him, and I know he hears the confidence in my words. He makes me feel invincible, and while my whole life I may have felt worthless, I know that to him there is nothing more valuable than me. This man worships the ground I walk on, and I’ll gladly kneel next to him to show him that he means just as much to me.

I unbuckle my seat belt and put my knees in the seat. He takes two in my direction, shifting his gaze from me to the road quickly.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Showing you just a fraction of what you’re worth to me.” I kiss his cheek before I move to his neck, kissing and biting as I unbutton his pants.

“Don’t make me pull this car over, Ashia.” I move my lips back to his ear as I yank his fly open.

“Are you going to punish me baby?” I reach into his pants to feel his already hardened cock in my hand, and his deep, growling groan releases from his throat. I slide his pants and briefs down enough to reveal his erection. The thick, hard appendage bouncing free. “I’m going to use one of your rules.” I kiss his neck. “And make one of my own.” I kiss him again as I feel every muscle in his body tense. “You are not allowed to pull this car over, and you don’t come until I signal you too. If you do so before, you'll be punished. Do you understand?”

He nods as I begin to run my hand up down his thick, veiny shaft. Reveling in the feelings of my fingers running over each ridge. He rests his head against the seat, and I can tell that his breathing has already picked up. He’s crumbling beneath me. Trembling lightly and clenching his muscles as he attempts to hold back. I lean down and wrap my mouth around his dick. Not bothering to start off slow or teasingly.

Fitting his large size down my throat has gotten much easier since the first time, and it isn’t long before I feel his hand on the back of my head. I retract from him just enough to swirl my tongue around his head just like he likes, before going for a plunge and taking him all the way back down my throat. I hear his moaning grow deeper and his body goes taut.

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