Chapter 3 #2
Fuck me. The image is wet dream-worthy, and one I’ll store in my spank bank for a while.
Weaving my fingers through her dark mane, I cradle the back of her head. I can’t help but wonder how many guys she’s fucked or given blow jobs to. A pounding forms inside my head and a memory surfaces. I latch onto it, letting the bitter anger from it wash over me.
“I’m not ready, Warren,” Harper sighs against my chest, her legs straddling me. It’s been this way for a few weeks now. Every time we get close enough to have sex, she pulls away. It’s frustrating as hell and gives me a major case of blue balls, but I want her for more than just sex.
“It’s okay, Harp. I love you, regardless. When it’s time, it’ll happen, until then I’m content with just having you in my arms,” I assure her with a gentle kiss.
Like a slingshot being pulled back, I snap out of the memory and thrust hard into her warm mouth. Using both hands, she presses against my muscled thighs. I hold her head in place, my endorphins rising as she struggles against my grasp.
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. I release her, and she pulls away, tears streaming down her face, and drool dribbling down over her chin.
Such a fucking beautiful disaster. I want to paint against her flesh with my come, mark her, breed her.
When my eyes connect with hers, fear reflects back at me.
Finally. It’s about time she realized that I mean fucking business. When I reach for her to bring her mouth back to my cock, she flinches. That single movement reaches something inside of me. It tugs at my fucking heart, the icy organ in my chest that’s beating frantically like it wants to escape.
“Don’t fucking do that again…” She tries to command me, but I don’t take her orders. Her chest rising and falling so rapidly it’s almost like she’s panicking.
“Bring your mouth here, or it’s going to be worse.” And it will be. I’ll fuck her throat while she screams for me to stop if she doesn’t do what I tell her to, right now.
Like a good servant, she heeds the warning and scoots back over to me. Obediently she opens her mouth. Her hazel eyes shine with tears as I slip past her lips once more. Fuck, she feels like heaven, but I’ll never admit it out loud.
Thrusting deep inside her mouth, I pull back when I hit the back of her throat, and she starts to gag. I decide not to choke her this time. Maybe I’ve instilled enough fear into her to keep her in line, at least for today.
“Swirl your tongue, and suck,” I growl, and fist her hair in my hand. Why I have to tell her this, I don’t know. “You should know how to suck a cock good and well by now…”
She whines in protest, her eyes pleading with me, but does as she’s told, sucking and licking me like a pro.
I knew she’d done this before. I fucking knew it.
I don’t know why I’m surprised by my own admission.
The truth of the kind of person she is was revealed a long time ago.
I guess maybe seeing it with my own eyes is shocking.
Refusing to let her ruin a good fucking blow job, I close my eyes and continue to fuck her mouth. Behind my eyes, images of a Harper, I thought I knew, appear. So innocent and sweet. So fucking perfect, it almost hurt. She was mine then. I thought she would be mine forever.
Pleasure builds at the bottom of my spine, a combination of her tongue and the warmth of her mouth catapulting me over the edge.
Just as I’m about to come, I still with my cock in her mouth, I open my eyes and watch with carnal need as my sticky seed explodes in her mouth.
Tugging her head back, I stare into her angelic face.
“Swallow every fucking drop like a good girl. If you miss one, I’ll make you lick it up off the floor.
” For a fraction of a second, I think I might be taking this too far.
I want to hurt her, break her, but could I degrade her like that?
Before I can even think about an answer, she completely surprises the hell out of me when she moans around my cock.
She fucking moans while swallowing my come.
I don’t think a chick has ever fucking done that to me before.
The sound vibrates through my entire body, and she sucks the tip drawing out my orgasm a little longer.
Sweet baby Jesus.
I let go of her hair and take a step back, my dick sliding out of her mouth as I do.
I have to lean against the vanity behind me as I tuck my dick back in and zip up my pants.
Fuck, I don’t think I’ve come so hard from a blow job.
In fact, I didn’t expect this one to be all that good.
Once again, I’m proven wrong. My once upon a time, innocent Harper is anything but innocent.
Now she’s a sexy siren, probably riding and sucking dick like it’s a professional sport.
Composing myself, I look down at Harper kneeling on the floor. Her hands are in her lap, her hair is a sexy mess, and her lips are swollen. Her eyes are still filled with tears, and when our gazes collide, I feel an imaginary boot slam into my gut.
Pain ricochets through my body, and I take an unsteady step back.
I already know what’s happening here, and I’m not falling for it.
Not falling for the innocent fucking act.
She isn’t innocent. She played me like a fucking fiddle, broke my heart, destroyed my belief in her, and every other woman after her.
She ruined me, and now it’s time for her to pay the price.
Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out my wallet, “How much do I owe you.”
Fire zings across her face, and her hands become tiny clenched fists.
Hit me, baby. I like it rough.
“You’re a fucking dick and a crazy asshole. Leave me alone.” She starts to push up off the floor, but I laugh and use my hand to push her back down.
“You get up when I say you can get up, not a second sooner.” She looks like she might try and fight me on it but doesn’t move. I like her like this. Obedient, well-behaved. It almost makes me forget about how she betrayed me.
Almost…
“I hate you,” she spits, and I can feel her words as if they’re beating against my chest.
Plucking a twenty from my wallet, I toss it at her, and then I lean down into her face.
Looking at her bee-stung lips, heart-shaped face, soft, delicate features that would crack underneath the pressure of my hand.
Mark her. Break her. The beast inside me roars, but I shake off the vicious voice.
There will be other chances to hurt her.
Instead, I hammer the final nail into her coffin.
“Hate me all you want. But know that I hate you enough for the both of us, and no amount of begging, pleading, or tears will ever change that.” And without even waiting for her to respond, I unlock the door and walk out of the bathroom, leaving the door open so the entire hallway can see what we’ve just done.
I have nothing to hide, everyone knows I’m a manwhore, a user of women, but no one knows the reason why.
Now Harper can get a taste of my medicine, she can lay in the bed that she’s made.