Page 127 of Right Number, Wrong Man
“I won’t hold back my moans,Sir!” I say quickly.
“That’s my perfect slut,” he praises and goosebumps rush along my arms.
“So, we’re done and you’ll let me go?” I ask, hope kindling in my chest.
The coldness of metal carefully slides along my hips and my panties fall. He must have brought his knife, too.
“Hell nah. Time for round two. Are you willing to risk your life to come on Daddy’s tongue?”
Gravel crunches and I flinch as a strong, hot hand lifts my thigh. Forced to lean back against the fence, he rests my leg on something hard and warm. His breath hits my swollen pussy and my stomach flips as my mind draws up an image of the scene.
Jax is unmasked, kneeling before me with my leg hooked over his shoulder.
His short beard tickles my skin as his tongue laps along my slit and a hot rush flares through me. I’m already overstimulated from my first, fear-tainted orgasm, but he eats me out like a man devouring his last meal, his fingers pounding my cunt, his tongue striking my clit like thunder.
I whimper. It’s a pathetic noise. Helpless and weak.
I don’t want to die, but my pussy doesn’t care about mundane things like sanity or staying alive.
Desperately, I try to think of the most unsexy things I can come up with.
Cabbage. Kittens. Dust bunnies. A stretch of dirt road. Jax’s tongue on my—damn!
It’s no use.
When he nips at my clit, a bolt of lust splits my core. My legs shake as he licks me through an earthquake of an orgasm, sucking and thrusting until I’m spent.
But he doesn’t forget about my punishment, either.
His touch fades and the sudden withdrawal leaves me achingly empty. The terrifyingly familiar clack of the revolver’s hammer fills the silence.
“Hope you like your odds,” he muses. “You were lucky twice already. Think you’ll be lucky again?”
I grit my teeth. “Go on, coward! Stop talking and shoot me!”
Jax chuckles. “As you wish. Three. Two. One.”
Click.
I cry out and he rumbles a satisfied laugh. He loves terrorizing me.
“You’re the luckiest bitch I’ve ever met. I should take you to Vegas as my lucky charm sometime.”
“Wait until I’m out of these cuffs and I’ll show you lucky!”
“Oh yeah, what are you gonna do to me? Tell me all about it.”
I hear a zipper before his body forces me against the fence. Jax’s heat seeps into me as he hikes up my leg and the wide head of his cock pushes against my cunt. Inch by torturous inch, he stretches me, his piercings rolling along my inner walls.
“I’ll never get tired of the way your pussy squeezes my dick,” he groans, the forward tilt of his hips burying him deeper inside me.
“I swear I’ll really kill you this time!” I moan.
He gives a breathy laugh. “If you live through your next orgasm, you’re welcome to try.”
Jax takes up a hard pace, my breasts bouncing with his movements. He hits my cervix and the short burst of pain sweetens the pleasure.
“You’re such a tight little thing, Sugar,” he bites out over the wet slapping of flesh. “I want to fuck you until your legs give out and my seed drips out of all your holes. I should keep you as my breedin’ whore, chained up in my basement to use whenever I want.”
