Page 70 of Right Number, Wrong Man
“Is it too late to draw up my will?” I ask, grinning. “If I die, please make them writedeath by pierced monster cockon my gravestone. I’m envisioning swooping, cursive engraving in a cool gold tone.”
Jax chuckles. He lightly slaps my face with his dick and presses the tip to my lips. “You talk too much. Now shut up and spit on it like a good girl.”
Blushing, I follow his command. A thread of drool connects us and my pussy trembles as his thumb rubs around the metal balls of his piercing, coating him in my spit.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect when you obey my orders. Open wide for me,” he grits out.
I do. He presses his dick on my tongue and I lick a drop of salty pre-cum from his slit before I close my mouth around him. My cheeks hollow as I work him, my tongue tracing his Jacob’s Ladder.
Jax groans, burying his hands in my hair as he eases into me, taking control of my movements. He jerks like the thread of his restraint is one thrust away from snapping.
“Your mouth feels like heaven,” he grunts. “So hot and wet…”
He sinks deeper and I gag, tears springing from my eyes as he pushes my face into his groin, his balls resting against my chin. My throat spasms around his cock but I’m helpless to do anything about it.
The more I choke and writhe, the louder he moans, his harsh grip on my hair making my roots sting. That sick fuck enjoys my struggle, but I can’t judge with my cunt dripping on the asphalt.
“Your throat is so tight—Damn! That’s it, my sweet girl. Fight back like you meanit, but you can’t stop me. You’re just a hole to me and I’ll use you however I want. A dirty slut like you doesn’t get a choice.”
My inner muscles clench, pleasure aches spearing through my core. It’s torture that I can’t touch myself.
Jax allows me erratic breaths and coughs before thrusting back into my mouth. His balls slap my chin as he fucks my face, spit spilling over my lips. He uses me like a doll, ramming into me as if I’m an object to him, not a human being.
It’s fucking degrading and fucking hot.
He pulls out and yanks me up by the hair. I yelp as he slams me forward onto the hood of my car, one hand pressing my cheek against the metal. His other flips up my skirt and cups my bare sex. Frustrated, I involuntarily grind against his palm.
“You’re makin’ such a pretty mess drippin’ all over my hand, Sugar…” He drags his fingers through my seam and I shudder. “All this just for me, hmm? You’re so wet and needy from me fucking your throat.”
Jax shoves two fingers into my pussy, all the way to his knuckles. I let out a small cry, my inner walls burning from his rough intrusion, but he immediately starts thrusting, giving me no time to adjust.
My knees wobble and the pressure within me builds rapidly into a rush until an orgasm crashes down on me like the perfect storm. My clit tingles, my pussy clenches?—
And Jax pulls out.
The sudden emptiness is a shock to my nerves, like being dropped from a hot cloud into icy water. My muscles seize, desperately chasing the pleasure, but it’s gone. All gone. The brilliant explosion of my climax fizzles, leaving behind a stale burn in my core.
Tears streak down my face. “You ruined it!” I sob.
“Aw, where’s your snarky attitude now?” he mocks. “Just one ruined orgasm and you’re putty in my hands, you damn crybaby.”
I try to get up, but Jax’s large body curves over mine, his throbbing erection pressed between my ass cheeks as he pins me down with his weight.
“Sometimes brats need to be taught a lesson. When you were safe behind your screen, you talked mighty big, didn’t you? What did you call me again?”
Rage floods my chest like lava, mixing into an explosive cocktail with my frustration.
“I called you a son of a bitch,” I spit.
“What else did you say to me? C’mon, don’t be shy now.”
“I called you a sadistic asshole because you are!”
“But that ain’t all. You said I’m adead man walking.”
Jax’s hard length pushes between my thighs and my brain malfunctions as his piercings slide across my skin. For a moment, all my defenses are gone, but I quickly remember my fury.
“Unlock the handcuffs and I’ll show you what I meant!” I threaten.
