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She shifts uncomfortably, and I realize the forest floor is probably painful to kneel on. Hard dirt, pine needles, bugs, the works.
Good. I hope she hates it.
This is her ultimate punishment.
It’s not supposed to be nice or pleasurable.
No, tonight and tomorrow are meant to be the worst days of her life. And I hope that by the end of it all, she’s finally sorry.
Chapter Thirteen
Athelia
Dehumanizing.
That’s the only word I can think of to describe the way Wes fucks my mouth.
He grabs my chin with one hand and fists the hair at the base of my neck with the other. It holds my head in the position he wants, completely uncaring of my level of discomfort.
When he thrusts into my mouth, I immediately gag. Kellan’s cock may be longer, but Wes’s is thicker, and he fills my mouth to an uncomfortable point.
“I bet you still like being treated like a whore.” Wes drives into my mouth with the force and detachment of someone using a toy. He doesn’t care if I can breathe, or that my jaw aches from overuse and being forced open for so much of tonight.
Want stirs in between my legs, causing my cheeks to heat with shame. Wes may be right, but I can’t want it like this.Thisis too similar to what I’m forced into multiple times a week.
Except Wes was kind to me. He gave me water, and for a couple seconds, he was so uncharacteristically gentle with me. It was like freshman year before he and the guys decided they hated me.
Oh. my. god. Shut the fuck up.
“Relax your throat,” he commands roughly.
As I struggle to do what he says, the two opposing sides of my mind scream at each other.
You love this, you fucked up slut.
No, you don’t. You’re just doing what you have to do to get back home.
Then why are you getting wetter?
It’s a normal bodily reaction. Not your fault. It’s not your fault.
Doesn’t matter if it’s your fault or not. You fucking want him.
Wes groans as he pushes into my throat. He releases my chin to stroke up and down my jaw. “Oh, that’s it. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
Fuck.
Goddammit, why did he have to say that?
I adjust my head, trying to find the best angle to take him deeper. Even as I gag and have to fight against my instinct to get him the fuck out of my throat, I want him to pound into me harder.
Wes throws his head back. “Even better than Kellan described. Your throat could be the only thing I fuck for the rest of my life, and I’d die a happy man, Harper.”
My throat rebels against his dick, and I start gagging uncontrollably. If he doesn’t stop, I’m gonna puke all over us both.
At the last second, Wes yanks my head back. I almost heave right onto his boots, but somehow I manage not to throw up.
“You’re a good fucking girl.”
