CHAPTER TWELVE
LIAM
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Jessie is still asleep when I get up for work. After calming down, I went to talk to her last night and found she had passed out.
I tucked her into bed after cleaning her up, which might not have been the appropriate thing to do, but I did it anyway.
Getting a washcloth, I wiped her down and cursed quietly at her bruises once again. She has the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.
To be fair, I haven’t slept with a lot of women.
Eight, at a guess.
Which is nothing compared to some men who have been essentially single all their twenties. I’ve dated for a few months, but as soon as it turned semi-serious, I shut it down.
I know why.
I just refuse to admit it to myself.
After removing her shoes and dress and bra, slipping on a nightie, I tucked Jessie in, kissed her head and stared at her from the doorway for far too long.
I’ve had a taste of her now.
It’s changed fucking everything.
I want so much more, and I need to know who hurt her.
That man is going to pay. With my fist or a bullet. I really don’t give a fuck which.
No one hurts Jessie Rogers.
She belongs to me.
Christ, she’s brave. In the heat of the moment, as Jessie slammed her mouth down on mine, I didn’t think, I felt. I acted. I took what I’ve wanted for so long.
With her spread wide before me, as her orgasm shuddered through her body, I snapped out of my desire-filled haze and reality whacked me across the face.
I saw the dark yellow and green bruising inside both thighs, along with a few small round dots which I assumed were from a man’s fingers.
Either Jessie likes very rough sex, or someone forced her. The way she flushed with shame and panic tells me it was not consensual.
She’s run from him, that’s what happened.
I should tell Jayden.
I should tell her parents.
Instead, I want to curl up in that bed and hold her in my arms until she tells me who it is.
But I know her.
She’s stubborn as a mule.
She’s here with me, safe.
I will protect her.
As I shower and have breakfast, I think about the way forward. The last thing any of us needs is Jessie running again.
I put my bowl in the dishwasher and stare out at the yard. The only way she is going to open up to me is if she trusts me. Jessie’s going to hate me for this at the end of the day, but her abuser cannot go unpunished.
I can’t keep her, but we can have this time while I pull the information from her. Otherwise, if I can’t, nobody will.
Losing her is the price I’m willing to pay to avenge what happened.
Don’t do this.
I walk down the hall and softly knock before walking into the bedroom. Jessie rolls onto her back, rubbing her eyes as I sit on the edge of the bed and place one hand on the linen across her body.
“Hey sleepyhead.”
“Hey, ouch. Head.” She groans. When her memories kick in, her eyes widen and she glares at me.
I brush my hand over her forehead. “Hey. I got scared, I’m sorry.”
“Scared?” Jessie looks confused.
My eyes graze her lips hungrily.
“Seeing you under me like the woman you now are.” I shake my head, realizing I’m not acting. “Watching you fall apart as I licked your pussy...fuck, Jess.”
“But you said—”
“Ignore what I said.” I lower my mouth, kiss the edge of her lips. “Now I’ve had a taste, now I’ve let myself accept this thing between us, I want more. A lot fucking more.”
Her mouth finds mine tentatively.
Not for a minute do I think Jessie is stupid and will fall for this, but here’s the thing. None of what I’ve said so far is a lie.
Not a thing.
“And the bruises?”
“I’ll keep you safe, Jess. You’ll tell me if you want. That doesn’t change how much I want to fuck you.”
Again, not a lie.
Her mouth falls open, eyes darting around my face seeking the truth. But the truth is, I want to fuck this woman so damn much I spent the entire night semi-hard and not sleeping.
“Do you mean that?” Jessie asks.
“Baby.” I smile, taking her hand and placing it on my cock. It jerks inside my black sweatpants, and I grin at her reaction.
Christ, it feels good to have her touch me.
“I guess you wouldn’t have done that if you didn’t mean it.” Her smile is sexy and cute as a blush hits her cheeks.
Instead of moving her hand, she grips my thickening shaft, then slips it inside my waistband.
Oh fuck.
“Jess,” I curse.
“Prove to me you mean it,” she challenges me.
“I don’t have time to fuck you right now. I want to do it right.”
Words I absolutely mean, but I can’t let it happen. I’ll only go so far with this plan of mine. I’m not going to fuck her. Not with my cock. That’s going way too far when I’m deceiving her.
But I’ll let her think we will.
Eventually.
Jessie begins stroking me. I’m hard as granite and feel the precum leaking from my head.
“Fine, then let me suck you.” She nudges my chest and pushes me onto my back.
Jesus.
Then, wearing the little nightie I put her into last night, and no panties, Jessie straddles me and takes my cock in her mouth.
My fucking god!
“God. Jess.” I groan, taking a handful of her hair in my fist.
She watches me, taking my shaft down her throat and working me like she’s a pro. I almost come right there and then. She’s definitely not my little squirt anymore.
My brain blanks out, and all I can do is watch as saliva starts dribbling down her jaw, the head of my cock knocking on the back of her throat.
Overcome with a desire I’ve never felt in my life, and knowing I can’t penetrate her, I want her pussy on my face.
Right fucking now.
“Spin around.”
“What are you...oh. Oh!” Jessie cries when I position her soaking cunt over my face and slip my tongue inside it.
“Suck me harder, Jess. Good girl.”
I circle my tongue before nudging it inside her pussy again and wrap my arms around her thighs. Then I seek out her clit.
“Oh god,” she cries, forgetting my dick for a moment.
I smirk.
“Mouth on my cock, darlin’. Yeah, fuck. I’m going to come so hard down your throat.”
I’m close. So goddamn close.
This is insane. Jessie’s sitting on my face sucking my dick while I drink her juices.
Her mouth clamps around me and the stroking speeds up. I plunge two fingers inside her and fuck her sweet pussy like my life depends on it.
“Lim, oh fuck, Lim.”
Both of us suck harder, working our bodies to the peak of pleasure.
“Yes, yes, shit,” I cry as my balls tighten under her grip. “Open your throat and let me right in.”
I’m going to come. I’m going to fucking spill beads of cum right down my Jayden’s sister’s throat.
Oh, Jesus. I’m going to hell.
But right here and now, I’m don’t give a damn.
Cum shoots out just as Jessie's tight cunt clamps around my fingers. She bounces, crying, moaning, as I fill her hot mouth and her orgasm rips out of her.
No lies still detected.
I lap up her juices, barely able to think, as pleasure unlike anything I’ve felt in my life utterly consumes me.
Why the hell have I waited to do this?
Jessie collapses, and I scoop her up, lining our bodies so we’re facing one another on our sides. My cum is dripping from her chin, and she’s smiling like she’s just been on a Disneyland ride or something. Like she’s away on another planet.
I’ve never seen anything sexier.
“Fuck me,” I grunt.
She wipes her mouth on the pillow. “You said we don’t have time.”
Throbbing, I order my cock to stay the hell where it is. I might’ve lost my mind for a minute, but I need to remember what I’m doing. Why I’m doing it.
I won’t take everything from her.
I won’t fuck her.
“Believe me now?” I smirk.
“Yes,”
Jessie snuggles into my chest, as I stare at the wall—her brother’s wall—and wonder what the accommodations are like in hell.