“When I come, I want to see it in your mouth. Don’t swallow until I tell you to. You’re going to show it to me.” In and out, he thrust, feeling the stirring within his balls. The moment he was close, he pressed his cock to her lips and filled her mouth, making her take it all. Only when she’d milked every ounce did he pull away, and as he did, she closed her mouth. “Let me see.”
She glared at him but tilted her head back, showing him the creamy jizz he’d thrust into her mouth.
“Good, now swallow.”
He was curious what she would do, if she would spit it back at him or take it like a good little girl.
She swallowed him down. He watched her throat work. It took her two swallows to finish.
“Show me.”
She opened her mouth, and he smiled. Was that so hard?
Chapter Three
Fourteen years ago
Sitting at the back of the library on the floor, Ava flicked through the history book, not finding the answers on the last world war she needed to finish off her essay. History wasn’t her strong suit, and she had to work twice as hard in order to get a decent grade.
History didn’t give her a thrill. It was boring, tedious, and she just didn’t enjoy it.
Once she’d flicked through the small pile of books she had at her side, she got to her feet, reading the labels to put them in the correct order.
“Well, well, well, look what we have here.”
She froze, turning to see Luke a few feet away from her. Without talking to him, she went back to looking on the shelves, seeing where the book would go. The last one was on the bottom of the shelf. She leaned down, sliding it into place, and gasped as Luke grabbed her by the hips, and there was no denying what he had pressed against her ass.
She tried to wriggle away, but it only served to press her up against the shelves.
Opening her mouth, she tried to scream, to do anything that would make him leave her alone, to make him move, but he didn’t budge. His hand covered her mouth, muffling any sound from coming out.
“Let me go!” She tried to tell him, but again, his hand stopped her. She was completely powerless beneath him.
His lips brushed across her ear.
“I can’t hear you. But I have to say, I see what all the fuss is about. I mean, I just figured this was a fat ass, but there is a lot of cushion with it.” He gripped her ass tightly. She would have bruises where he touched her.
Tears filled her eyes, and she was terrified.
“What do you say I take this fat ass out and show you what you’re supposed to do with it?”
He bit down on her neck, and she let out a squeal.
“You don’t want to play with her,” Logan said, interrupting the moment.
Luke sighed. “Until next time.” He whispered the words so she didn’t know if Logan heard them or not. Logan didn’t give any indication that he had, which she hated. “You have your fun with her, buddy. She’s on the large size. I need a girl who’ll feel my dick.”
She was shaken, but she couldn’t let weakness show.
This was the first time Luke had ever cornered her. His touch revolted her, and she couldn’t bring herself to look at Logan.
He and Luke were best friends, and that had to say a lot about the man himself.
Hands shaking, she went to walk away, but Logan captured her arm, pulling her back.
“If you want a piece of advice, don’t be left alone with him.”
He held her close, one of his hands moving to her stomach, and she became very aware of how close they stood together.
“I have no intention of it.”
“He doesn’t want you.”
She tried to wriggle away. There was no chance of it. Logan was the strong one. It was the only time in her life she felt small, gentle even.
He had her tightly though, so she was only getting away when he saw to it.
“I don’t want him.”
“Every girl wants him.”
“I don’t.”
“Then that’s your mistake.” He let her go, and without looking at him, she rushed to the back of the library, grabbing her bag and notebooks, leaving it without trying to find him.
****
Present day
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Ava couldn’t believe she’d sucked Logan’s cock. Her face looked normal, apart from the red blotches on her cheeks. Her body didn’t show any marks at all, not even bruises from his firm grip.
Pushing her hair out of the way, she stared at the locks, wondering if she could cut it off to stop him from touching her hair. She didn’t want him to use her in any way to further his own pleasure.