by Ashley Jade
I grab the back of her head again, this time, jamming my cock so far down her throat she gags. I almost want to yell at her to take it all, every single inch of me, because she’s only slightly over the halfway mark.
To my amusement, I feel her attempting to relax her throat and take me deeper. My lips twitch because I know she can’t take all of me. I can’t help but smile because that’s just part of what makes me such an asshole. I have a massive cock and I fucking know it.
You can't physically deep throat a cock like mine. No one can—doesn't mean I won’t make her try, though.
I fist her hair. “All the way down, Dr. Adams,” I growl.
Her eyes shoot me such a feisty look, I almost blast my load down her throat right then. I'm not sure if it has more to do with the directive, or the way I'm addressing her using her former title. Either way, I’m positive she’s going to stop right then and there.
And I'd probably deserve that.
Instead, she relaxes her throat even more and takes me in even deeper, her spit dribbling down my balls as she gags. Christ, she’s still sucking me off through the gagging.
It feels so good I swear, my balls start twitching. “Fucking hell, Leah,” I groan.
I look down and don’t miss the slightly smug expression on her beautiful face. Leah’s always been gorgeous—but she looks downright breathtaking with my cock rammed in her hot little mouth, sucking me off like a goddamn goddess.
Game, set, match...she’s definitely the one owning me right now.
She ups the ante and takes me so deep my tip hits her tonsils and she gags again. I curse under my breath and bite my lip. But as much as it turns me on, I’m not trying to force her to puke all over me.
I pull her hair. “Ease the fuck up, don't hurt yourself. Leave that to me.”
I definitely expect her to go running for the hills then. But of course, she doesn’t, she listens and follows my instructions.
Fuck, she has no idea how much that turns me on.
But, I still need to see how far I can push her. How much will she take before folding? How strong is she?
Knowing I’m pulling a risky move that will most likely end the best head I’ve ever received, I pull my cock out of her mouth and slap her across the face with it.
Her eyes shoot fire at me, but still she challenges me to keep going.
Dammit, she’s going to be the death of me. I stick my cock back in her mouth and she continues sucking me with fervor. “Leah,” I moan. “Taste me and make me fucking come down your throat.”
I wrap her hair around my wrist and tug as I thrust my hips into her mouth. Just when I’m starting to feel like a horrible human being…again... she moans and increases her speed.
My god, this woman is everything to me.
My cock pulses and I know I’m close. The perfect amount of pressure she’s applying with her tongue and her lips tells me that she knows it too. But then again, she knows how to work my dick. She knows how to work me.
The thought hits me that coming in her mouth and making her swallow it—isn't going to be enough for me.
I need to spray it all over her body, mark her with my release.
I need to remind her of exactly who it is that she belongs to now.
And just like that…I’m pissed the fuck off again. Because now all I can think of is her fucking that asshole, Pauly.
I almost go soft, I’m so infused with jealousy and anger.
I pull her head back until I drop out her mouth with a wet plop. She looks alarmed and disappointed.
“Did you suck his cock like this? How many cocks have you sucked since you left me? How many guys have you fucked?” I ask, although I’m not so sure I want the answer.
She appears uneasy, like she doesn’t want to tell me. “Answer me, Dr. Adams,” I grind out as she takes a deep breath.
“No, not like this. And only one...just him. But I would pretend it was you. I've also been tested since then and I always used protection. Jacob, I'm so—" she starts to say, before I shove my dick in her mouth again.
Thank fucking god it wasn't as bad as I thought it was.
Plus, it turns me on to know she used to pretend it was me. A little too much.
My cock pulses again as she continues to suck me hard and deep. Fuck, she really knows how to suck my cock. She knows how to do everything right when it comes to my cock...just not my heart.
“Do you belong to me and only me? Do I own you?” I look down and she nods her head and meets my eyes. I’m two seconds away from coming now.
“Show me your tits,” I demand. She quickly pulls both her top and bra down and I openly stare at them in appreciation.
Fuck me, those tits are fucking perfect. I had forgotten just how perfect.
That only makes my cock pulse harder and I can't hold back any longer. I quickly pull out and spray my come all over her. Her tits, her neck, her lips, her chin—loving the way I’m branding her, marking her as mine and only mine.
I thought she'd be mad or annoyed, but she smiles. Smiles and smears some of it around those glorious tits before bringing her finger up to her mouth and licking it.
I stare at her in awe. Jesus Christ, the things this woman does to me.
Shit, I need to leave before I start worshiping every ounce of her body, all while showing her just how much I still love her.
She doesn't deserve that, not from me.
Although...I can’t stop the other thought running through my head now.
She doesn't deserve this either.
This isn't who I want to be, this asshole who just uses women—or in this case, just uses her.
It’s the same exact thought I had when she first came into my life.
This is not what I expected to feel after this.
But, if she can make it through this episode—without trying to attack me in my sleep with her Swiss army knife—then maybe I'll finally be ready to have sex with her again.
I guess the next few hours will tell.
I say the next few hours because I know I'll never be able to stop now.
Not when it comes to Leah…she’s my best deception.
Chapter 46 (Leah)
I should feel degraded. I should be embarrassed. However, I only want more. I loved seeing the effect that I had on him, loved seeing him fighting me for control.
The only part of that blow job that I didn't like? Talking about Pauly.
That sure almost ruined everything.
I want Jacob to know that I’m his, and only his. In whatever way he needs me to be.
I know others will probably think I’m pathetic, and so on and so forth.
But unless they have been through all that Jacob and I have been through...there’s no way they would ever understand.
Unless you've hurt a person the way that I hurt Jacob...you could never even begin to know how I feel.
I finally have a small chance at attempting to undo what I did to him.
No matter what happens between us, at least he won't be trapped in a world of pain anymore. That’s all I care about.
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I wake up to Jacob's sexy rugged face peering down at me. A combination of lust and savageness in his fierce green eyes.
Oh boy, I’d actually forgotten all about Jacob's insatiable appetite for sex. I look up at his now hooded eyes and instantly feel myself become wet.
The bed dips under his weight as he moves over me and slowly begins kissing my neck.
He presses against me and I feel the bulge of his erection through his jeans, straining against the dark denim, begging to be released.
His hand slips down, skimming the outside edges of my underwear, I fist his hair and moan his name.
God, I need him.
I briefly look down and feel a rush of embarrassment creep up my cheeks, due to the fact that I’m not wearing anything sexier than plain white cotton panties and a matching tank top.
Jacob doesn’t seem to mind, though. Far from it act
ually, if anything, he seems even hornier by the sight of me.
His stubble grazes my neck and he emits a low groan as his finger strokes me gently through the fabric of my panties.
I arch against the bed when his other hand travels up to my nipples before lightly pinching the taut peaks.
How the hell did he manage to turn me on and get me prepped and ready in under a minute?
His eyes drag down my body, stopping at my panties, before traveling back up to look me in the eyes.
I blush when he gives me his cocky smirk, no doubt due to the wet spot that’s now visible through my white panties.
Now, I fully understand why he likes what I’m wearing. I can’t hide my desire, I can't hide from him, period.
He takes both my wrists in one of his hands and pulls out some kind of long band from his pocket with his other hand.
Before I can question him about it, he begins tying my wrists above my head.
And he doesn’t just stop there, he reaches for my ankles and spreads my legs far apart. I begin to squirm, unsure of what he’s about to do, but his eyes meet mine. “Don’t move,” he rumbles.
I stay put and he soon pulls another long, stretchy band out of his other pocket. “You remember the safe word?”
I nod, but all I can think is—What is he going to do with the other elastic band in his hand?
I soon find out, when he ties my legs up as well, rendering me spread eagle, and completely at his mercy.
My heart pounds in my chest and I can’t tell if it’s because I’m more nervous or aroused. It’s almost as if my nervousness is sparking my arousal.
He reaches into his back pocket. “Who do you belong to, Dr. Adams?”
“You.” I wince and suck in a breath. “Look, can you stop calling me Dr. Adams—” I look down. “Please...it's just— it’s not nice. I know you’re upset with me, but it really hurts, Jacob.”
I close my eyes, willing myself to stay strong. There’s something about hearing my former title that rips at my soul now, and the fact that Jacob keeps purposely using it to upset me...well, let's just say that it certainly feels like a punishment.
I open my eyes as he pulls out a pair of tiny metal scissors. I shift and stare at him wide eyed before I begin fighting against the elastic bands.
He watches me in a combination of amusement and lust. “Stop trying to run from me...Leah,” he says sternly, as he slowly drags the scissors down my body.
Goosebumps appear on my skin and I draw in a shaky breath. He brings the scissors down to my navel and stills, stopping to look at me again.
“It's hard to see your beautiful body when it's covered,” he informs me as he starts cutting into the material, splitting my tank top in half.
I’m so turned at this point, I couldn’t care less about him ruining my clothes.
He gives me a lopsided smile as he continues to rake the scissors down my body.
The cool metal against my bare skin sends a small shiver up my spine, my nipples pucker and my breathing becomes labored.
His eyes flash when he notices this, then his mouth hovers over my breasts before he begins nipping at my nipples one at a time with his teeth, causing me to hiss out loud.
He laughs softly when I hiss again. “So fucking responsive,” he groans, his eyes darkening.
Jacob was right, I've never seen this side of him. I don’t know if I should be turned on, or if I should be running and contemplating my escape.
Not that I could run at the moment, seeing as I’m tied up, spread eagle and all.
He moves the scissors down to my panties, and I whimper.
Now, I’m definitely more nervous than aroused. A sharp object anywhere near your vagina will do that to you.
He cups my jaw and forces me to look at him. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I whisper, because I do.
He slowly cuts away at the fabric of my panties, until they’re gone and I’m completely exposed to him.
His eyes focus between my legs and he mutters a curse under his breath.
His head dips and he licks a trail down the center of my torso before pressing his face against my stomach and tracing my navel with his tongue. He slips his hands under me and I gasp when he bites the inside of my thigh.
There are no soft kisses from Jacob this time. It’s different, but not in a bad way.
I sigh his name when he repeats the movement.
He then shifts and positions his head directly over my core. He inhales deeply and licks his lips while slowly inching closer.
Oh, god. Oh yes, I want this. More than want this, I need this.
For a moment, I assume he’s just going to jump right in, like in the past, but he doesn’t. The anticipation drives me wild and I thrust my hips up towards his face.
He lifts his head and I nearly whimper again. “Did I tell you to do that?”
I shake my head and roll my eyes.
He grunts, lifts my legs, and smacks me hard on my bottom.
I open my mouth and narrow my eyes but he raises his eyebrow at me and does it again, harder this time.
My nostrils flare—and that earns me another smack on my behind.
I open my mouth again but quickly shut it when I feel a tear run down my face. His eyes soften and he kneads my behind with his hand, gently easing out the sting.
I’m shocked but not because it hurts, of course, it does on some level, but it also entices me, arouses me in a way that I never thought possible.
And to my complete surprise, I find that I want more of it.
I meet his stare, lift my chin, and jut my hips out at him again.
I see something flash in his eyes briefly right before I feel the sting of his palm on my behind again, and I moan.
I welcome this pain, this pain is pleasure, lighting every nerve ending in my body.
He holds his palm open against my bottom in warning. “Tell me how much you want to feel my tongue on your clit,” he orders.
I can tell he’s expecting me to fight him again, but I decide to be honest. “I want it more than anything. Almost as much as I want to feel you inside me.”
He instantly releases my legs and I fall back into my spread eagle position again.
Torment crosses over his features before he lowers his head and softly kisses my folds before giving my center a long, lazy lick.
It’s sweet and tender, and it reminds me how much I miss the soft side of him.
I love that side, as much as this one—I love all of him.
His tongue darts out and finds my clit—and that's when he pauses.
I wiggle against his tongue in frustration, I need this dammit.
“Tell me exactly what you want,” he demands. His lips nuzzle my clit before he pulls back, awaiting my answer.
I automatically blush. Jacob’s the dirty talker, not me.
And I love hearing him talk dirty, especially because I’ve never had enough courage to say such dirty things myself.
“Say it...” he growls.
Fuck it, I know damn well what I want.
Mustering what little courage I have, I finally say, “I want you to lick my pussy, Jacob. I want you to make me come all over that filthy mouth of yours and—”
I don't have time to finish that statement because he groans and dives in, attacking my pussy with his mouth, leaving no area untouched or un-pleasured.
A heavy rumble sounds from deep in his throat as he flicks, kneads, and massages my clit attentively, drawing out a gasp of sheer bliss from my lips.
Oh dear god, I almost forgot how talented he is at this. How talented he is at everything when it comes to me.
“Christ, you taste so fucking good,” he rasps, before his tongue begins devouring me again.
That statement sends me into overdrive, bringing me closer to the brink. He sucks my clit and tugs it lightly with his lips as my walls begin to clench.
I look down and he looks up at me, his eyes commanding me to let go as he c
ontinues lapping at me.
That visual alone launches me into orbit, my hips buck as I scream his name and climax, hard. I shake and convulse as Jacob consumes every last morsel of my orgasm, causing me to mewl his name and fall back helplessly against my restraints.
Now there’s only one other thing I desperately need, to feel him inside me.
My gaze travels down as he lifts his head from between my thighs, his chin now damp with my juices.
“I need you, Jacob,” I tell him.
He closes his eyes as if he’s in agony...rendering me puzzled.
When he opens them, he looks at me hard.
“You can't have me, Leah,” he says, sadness flickering in his eyes.
I’m reminded of the time he tried to get me to detox right here in this very guest house.
He still doesn't believe that I want him more than heroin. He probably won't ever believe it.
The truth slams into me. I can live happily without plunging another needle into my vein again.
But, I can't live without feeling Jacob inside me, loving me.
I close my eyes, hating how much I fucked everything up. Hating how much everything hurts.
Without so much as another glance in my direction, he quickly unties me and leaves.
Chapter 47 (Jacob)
I clearly didn’t think this whole thing through after all.
Leah is my match in every way possible. My plan is backfiring and only making her unlock my heart.
There's a reason Leah changed me in the first place. It's because she was the one who was meant to. I should have known better.
I know now that the only thing this is going to do—is end up hurting me. Although I can’t ever admit to her how scared I am of that happening again.
For christ’s sake, I still can't even bring myself to have sex with her, all because of how much she fucking hurt me.
It's like my dick is tied up with my emotions—like I'm a woman or something.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Instead of gaining control, I’m only losing it...to her.
And the weirdest thing of all? When I'm with her, and she tells me how much she wants me and needs me— it makes all the pain go away, for a few moments at least.