Page 105 of Broken Lines


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I shiver.

“Try me.”

“Melody…”

I lean in, feeling untouchable and on fire as I nip at his bottom lip with my teeth, dragging them over it as I pull back.

“Fucking try me.”

Something clicks in his gaze. A darkness explodes behind his eyes.

“You want to play with me, little girl?” He rasps in a tone that sets me on fire.

I whimper, nodding as my thighs soak with desire. I gasp as his hand slides into my hair, grabbing it in a fist that sends electricity rippling through me. His muscle clench as he uses his grip to push me lower.

I moan, dropping back down until I’m eye-level with his swollen, throbbing cock.

“Open your mouth.”

The words tease over me like hot silk, electrifying me and making my core quiver. I whimper as I do what he says.

“Now wrap those pretty lips around my cock, and I want you tosucklike a good girl.”

His hand tightens in my hair as I lean down, look up into his eyes, and slide my lips over his thick head. Jackson groans, his jaw tense as his muscles strain. I moan, taking more of him into my mouth before sliding back up.

I do this a few more times before I slide off and look up at him again.

“Show me.”

I can see the war playing out in his eyes—wanting to not hurt me or push me too far past my comfort zone. But also, the roaring desire to take complete control of me and use me exactly how he wants.

“Do it.”

I shiver, throbbing with a desire and a raw need I’ve never come close to feeling before.

“Fucking do it exactly how you wa—”

I choke as he grabs my hair and shoves his cock deep into my throat. My eyes bulge, tearing at the corners as my hands grab his hips, my nails sinking into his skin. Jackson starts to back off, but I dig my nails in tighter, shaking my head as my eyes look up at him through the wetness.

Our gazes lock, me on my knees with his thick cock stretching my jaw. Him brimming with dark, sultry energy—his muscles clenching and bunched, his eyes aflame as they lock with mine. And there right in front of me, I watch the control leave him. I watch a shadow slide over him that has my thighs quivering.

“I saidsuck.”

Oh, fuck yes.

He pushes his hips forward, grabbing my hair in his fist as he rams deeper. He draws out as I choke, letting his glistening cock slip from my mouth. Spit drips in sticky strands between his crown and my lip as my watering, lust-filled eyes look up at him with pure need.

With a growl, he pushes himself back between my lips and sinks deep again. I moan, grabbing his hips as he thrusts in and out, pushing his crown over my tongue, past my lips, and past my threshold again and again. I gag, but I don’t stop. My airwaves block again and again as he fucks my mouth and pushes his cock to the back of my throat.

But Idon’t. Fucking. Stop.

Not because I’m afraid. Not because he has control over me or that I’m at his mercy.

Because I’vegiventhe control.

Because I fucking want this.

This is loss of control and agency onmyterms, and the more he fucks my mouth, and groans, and reaches down to pinch my nipples as I choke on his fat cock, the more I’m sure I mightliterallycome without even touching myself.

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