“Who do you think you a—?”
“I’m the fucker who’s going to take what you were never willing to give,” I interrupt as she averts her eyes. “Now … do you want to stay here forever?”
She shuts up pretty quickly.
Good.
I want her to know I’m the one who holds all the cards. Not her.
I don’t care if she’ll hate me for using her.
We’ve already gone past the point of no return.
It’s about time I got what I wanted.
I grip her hair and make her look up at me. “Now tell me … how far are you willing to go, Jas?”
She grinds her teeth, and the defeat in her eyes is like a drug to my soul. “Fine, I’ll do it.”
A filthy smirk spreads on my lips, and I force her mouth back over my dick. “Then suck it like your life depends on it.”
Jasmine
* * *
No matter how many times I’ve imagined myself doing this, nothing could have prepared me for the feel of his long, hard dick on my tongue, thrusting inside.
It’s huge, and when it hits the back of my throat, I gag.
He smirks. “Having trouble already?”
“No,” I reply, refusing to show my only weakness to him.
He doesn’t need to know I’ve never done this before.
Ever.
Not even a single lick.
But I still try my best, slathering his length with my spit as he pushes in and out over and over. Every time he slides in a little deeper, I struggle to stay put. My legs quake as my pussy starts to throb, but I ignore it and push any filthy thoughts to the back of my head even though they’re fighting to break out.
“Keep licking and sucking like that, and I might give you what you want,” he growls.
His eyes command me to look up, forcing me to stay present in the here and now as he begins fucking my mouth as though it already belongs to him.
But I’m only doing this to get out.
Not just this room … but this cabin … so I can find that damn gun and finish the job.
At least, that’s what I tell myself as he uses my mouth for his own damn pleasure while I try my very best not to feel a thing. Even though, deep down, the devilish hunger in his eyes is doing something to me that I can’t explain.
“You like this as much as I do, don’t you?” he asks.
I shake my head, but it’s a lie, and it seems from the dirty grin on his face he knows it too.
“Lie,” he says, his voice so low it brings goose bumps to my skin.
I pull away to say, “You asked me to do this.”