Break Me

“You like it hard, don’t you? Are you a whore, Lo? Are you a slut? How many men have been inside that tight, little pussy of yours?” His hand wraps around me and pulls me against his rock-hard body. “I’m a bad man. None of that shit matters to a bad man.”

His lips push against mine as his hand flattens and runs down my belly inside the shorts he gave me. “Tell me, do you like to be tied up, spanked, fucked until you can’t walk, fucked in the ass?”

I shake my head as his hand cups my flesh, and he presses his palm against me.

“No? I find that hard to believe.” He pulls his hand out of the shorts and spins me around. “Tell me how you like it.”

I shrug and look down. “I don’t know.”

He lifts my chin up and searches my face. “You aren’t hiding behind that fucking makeup and wig, Lo. Tell me how you like to be fucked. Tell me how the doctor’s son made you come and how all those boys from high school and college chasing you around fucked you.”

I close my eyes and swallow as I shake my head again.

“Open those blue eyes, look at me, and tell me the truth.”

Slowly, I open my eyes, but I can’t speak when his intense, heat-filled green eyes are searching mine.

“Tell. Me.”

I shrug and pull my face away. “Ryan was the first.”

“So twins really do share everything, huh?” he growls.

I don’t like what he implies.

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Then tell me how it was.”

“It was after her . . . after she . . .” I can’t say it. “He needed her, and so did I.” I push past him when he looks confused. “I already told you that.”

He grips my hips and spins me around again. I glance up into intense, angry eyes.

“No one before him?”

I shake my head.

“I keep telling myself to walk away. Thoughts of you suck me right back in. I don’t know what to do with you,” Jason growls and I remain speechless. I don’t know what to do with me, either.

He pulls the shirt over my head then bends down, taking my breast in his mouth as he slides his hands down the back of the shorts, pushing them off. He then cups my ass and lifts me. I grip his muscular shoulders, holding on for fear I will fall, as he walks us to the bed and leans down, lowering me until I am lying under him and staring up into his eyes.

“No one before him?” he asks, and I shake my head again. “I am sorry, Lo. I’m sorry for what you have gone through, and I should be sorry for what I am about to do to you, but I’m not. Not one bit.”

His lips touch mine less harshly than before, but his groan is no less harsh, maybe even more so.

Without moving away, he says, “Open.” And I do.

His mouth surrounds mine, and he sucks before pushing his tongue inside, stroking mine slowly up and down. He cups my face, his calloused thumb stroking my cheek sweetly, yet its roughness is still there. His chest rises and falls against mine before he slowly pulls away from our kiss, his kiss. He kisses my lips and moves down my jaw, my neck, and then he is hovering over me, surrounding my nipple with his mouth. My back arches against him, and I cry out from the pleasure that soars through me.

He reaches between us and pushes my legs apart before he cups me, his fingers running up and down the outside of my sex, teasing, tormenting. I raise my hips up to meet his hand while he sucks hard, tugging on my breast then letting it fall out of my mouth with a pop.

“You smell so damn good.” He groans before taking my other breast in his mouth as he pushes a finger inside of me.

“Jason,” I cry out.

“Mmm,” he moans, sucking harder and harder on my nipple as he moves his finger very slowly in and out of me. “I can’t wait to taste you.” That said, he starts kissing down my body. The sensations of his soft lips and the scratch of his scruff contradict each other. It feels so very good.

He kisses down my belly as he shoves his hands under me, cupping my ass and spreading me wider. He then sits back on his knees, staring down at my naked flesh, before he loosens the towel wrapped around him, allowing it to fall on the bed. His cock springs free, and he grips it tightly, stroking it in sync with the finger he thrusts back inside of me.

I watch his strong grip on his vast erection as my hips thrust against his touch while he is looking at the most intimate part of me.