Chapter 3 #2
But when he didn’t reply, I dared to peek up at him. He glowered at me; not one iota of pity on his handsome face was visible under his revulsion. Seconds passed, but it felt like an eternity before he finally spoke. “What’s in it for me?”
“What?”
He sighed. “What’s in it for me? I delete the photos off my phone, what do I get in return?”
I swallowed nervously. “What… um, what do you want?”
A wicked smirk pulled at his lips. “Tell me the name of the cunt you fucked behind my back.”
“I can’t.” I closed my eyes, shaking my head.
Of course he’d want the one thing I couldn’t give him.
“Then we’re done-”
“Wait!” Somehow, I managed to get to my knees as desperation coursed through me. I couldn’t let him leave. “There must be something else. Please, Jackson.”
His features contorted into disgust as he continued to stare at me. “Fine. You want me to delete the photos from my phone. Suck my cock.”
My mouth dropped open. “Wh… what?”
“You heard. Either tell me who knocked you up or suck my cock. It’s up to you, but those are your only two options to get me to delete the photos.
” Nausea churned in my stomach as my gaze dropped to the slight bulge pressing against Jackson’s pants.
Without warning, he reached out and snatched my chin, forcing my eyes back to his.
“What’s the matter, Kiki? It’s not like you weren’t at this party to get fucked, don’t tell me you’ve suddenly grown a conscience? ”
I ripped my chin from his grasp, a venomous retort almost breaking free. But I managed to hold it back as a war raged in my head. I couldn’t tell Jackson who Billie’s father was, but I couldn’t let him leave without deleting the photos.
That left one option.
“I suck your cock, and you’ll delete the photos and forget that you saw me here?” I clarified, disgusted with myself for considering this option.
But my self-respect was already in the gutter. What did it matter if I lowered myself even more? If it got me what I needed, then I’d do it.
Jackson’s head tilted to the side as he ran a finger over his bottom lip. For a second, I thought he was going to say that he was calling my bluff, and that he had no intention of deleting the photos.
Instead, he unbuckled his belt. “Make it good for me, Kiki, and I promise I won’t tell a single soul.”
He unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper, slowly pulling his hard cock out. Swallowing the knot of apprehension attempting to climb up my throat, I stared at his length.
Holy shit.
His cock was impressive, growing longer and thicker as it pulsed in his hand. Unwittingly, my tongue darted out and swiped along my bottom lip as my eyes lifted to Jackson’s.
“Hungry for my cock, Kiki?” He smirked down at me, his dimples that I used to love showing on his cheeks. “It won’t suck itself,” he added, humor lacing his voice. “Unless you want me to share those photos. It’ll only take me a few seconds to find Alec’s number and send them to him.”
Despair coursed through me as Jackson’s threat from ten years ago echoed in my head.
He’d said he would destroy me if I ever got in his way again, and he was doing exactly that. I just had to hope that he’d do as he promised, and I could forget this awful night.
I lowered my gaze back to where his cock was standing proud, and hesitantly, I leaned forward, tentatively poking my tongue out to lick his slit, lapping up the bead of pre-cum. Jackson pulled in a deep breath, removing his hand from where he’d been holding his shaft.
Taking over, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock as I swirled my tongue around his crown. A burst of salt hit my taste buds, and my mouth watered as I shifted on my knees, moving closer to take his whole length into my mouth.
“Fuck, that’s right,” Jackson hissed. “Suck my cock like the dirty little whore you are.”
I hated that his insult hit me in my core. It wasn’t like I’d never been called names before; Alec often liked to demean me. But hearing cruel slurs in Jackson’s honeyed tone hit differently.
My pussy started to throb as I pulled back to suck his crown, and then took him to the back of my throat again, stopping before he hit my gag reflex. Jackson laced both his hands through my hair, gripping chunks in his fingers to hold my head still.
He moved his hips, withdrawing his length almost all the way out of my mouth before roughly thrusting back in, shoving his tip down my throat. I couldn’t stop myself from gagging, but with Jackson holding me in place, I could only splutter around him.
Jackson took over. He rammed his cock in and out of my mouth, face fucking me with brutality. With each thrust, he drove his cock deeper into my throat, his pants and deep groans filling the night air. If anyone heard him, it would be obvious what was going on within the little hideout.
Tears streaked down my cheeks as I coughed and choked on my own saliva. My hands scrambled to Jackson’s thighs in an attempt to push him away, but with his iron-clad grip on my hair, I couldn’t move him even an inch.
“Fuck, Kiki. This is a damn good mouth. I bet you’ve had plenty of cock to practice on over the years. Whores like you just can’t help themselves,” Jackson growled, his pace increasing.
My pussy clenched at his vicious words, my panties now soaking. His balls slapped against my chin with every relentless thrust, and with a guttural groan, he exploded. He held his cock still in my mouth as it filled with endless amounts of come that I had no choice but to swallow.
Breathless, Jackson pulled his cock free and shoved me back when his climax finished. Come and saliva coated my chin as, for the second time in less than ten minutes, I fell onto my ass, shame crashing into me like a wrecking ball.
There’d been times in my life when I thought I had hit rock bottom, but as I stared up at Jackson, his hate-filled gaze searing me, I knew I had finally reached the lowest point of my life.