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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

IMMIE

“You want me to swim?” I query, glancing around the swimming pool at home.

Jensen barely said a word to me on the way home. In fact, he plonked me in the back seat, strapped me in like a child, and drove home like a man on a mission. He didn’t even glance back at me through the rear-view mirror. My eyes were glued on it as I gnawed on my nails.

A dark chuckle leaves him as he glowers down at me.

Where has my loving Jensen, who dotes on me so tenderly, gone?

This Jensen is the one he shows all others, the darker side of him. Why does a part of me become excited at the prospect of what’s to come?

He rolls his head from side to side, cracking his neck, then steps forward until we’re toe to toe, and my chest heaves with anticipation. Tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear, he says, “I’m going to whip your ass with my belt.”

A shiver rushes through me, and a low fire burns in my stomach, becoming wilder with each heavy thud of my heart.

Holy shit, that’s hot.

“But first …” His voice is gravelly, full of want and need. He brushes his thumb over my lips, smearing my lipstick onto my cheek. “First, you’re going to suck my cock with those slutty little lips.”

My mouth falls open, and he pushes his thumb inside, allowing me to suck on his digit. In and out, in and out, and all the while, wetness gathers in my core. He withdraws it with a pop, and my lips chase after his thumb as if magnetized, craving more.

Without needing further instruction, I drop to my knees and open my mouth.

“Fuck, Little Nightmare.” He fumbles to open his belt and lower his zipper, and I watch on from beneath my lashes. “Open that naughty little mouth for me. I need your slutty lips around my cock. I need to use your mouth.”

My lips part, and before I know what’s happening, with one hand holding the back of my head and the other fisting his length, he guides the head of his engorged cock toward my face. He drags it down my cheek, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum in its path. Then he slaps me across the face with his cock, shocking the hell out of me. “Daddy’s going to punish you,” he grits out.

I squirm on the spot, eager to receive my punishment.

Slowly, he slides the tip down my cheek and over my lips in a tormenting manner, coating my mouth with his essence. Wetness gathers between my legs, and I moan eagerly when he rubs himself on me. The taste of him seeps through my skin and into my bloodstream. He’s claiming every part of me.

Then I open my lips and stick out my tongue, and the way he hisses and his cock jerks tells me he likes what he sees.

“I’m going to fuck your face hard and fast, Little Nightmare. If you want me to stop, slap my thighs.”

All I can do is nod as he plunges into my mouth with wild abandon. I cling to his thick thighs for support while he slams in and out of my mouth ruthlessly.

He’s feral, angry, and out of control for me, and I love every second of it.

He thrusts forward harder until his pelvis hits my face, causing me to gag, then he withdraws and repeats the motion. Again, and again. “That’s it. Take that thick cock.” His fingers pinch my scalp, tugging at my hair, and he fists it to use as a rein, guiding my head in time with his hips.

I splutter and gag, but he doesn’t let up, and his desperation for me only feeds into my willingness to please him.

My tongue fights against the intrusion in my mouth, with each wild thrust sending spittle down my chin, over my chest, and onto the floor.

I must look thoroughly used, with red lipstick smeared over my cheeks and tears flowing down my face, but the broken part of me loves pleasing his dark side.

“Fucking swallow me down.” Then he slams inside me, hitting the back of my throat and beyond. He holds himself in place, and the most guttural sound rumbles in his chest. “Fuuuckkk.” His salty taste fills my mouth as pump after pump of his thick cum floods me.

Holy fuck.

I gasp for air as he withdraws from my mouth, and when he swipes the head of his cock over my lips, I swear his pupils dilate.

“Take off your shoes and panties and get on the daybed.” His chest heaves.

Holy hell.