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He sucked on my thigh, definitely leaving a blotchy red bruise. “I’m the only one who’s going to come inside you,” he murmured against me.
I tensed when two of his fingers brushed against my entrance. “What if your coach comes into the locker room or one of the gym teachers, one of your teammates, Jace? We can’t …” I parted my lips, feeling the tips of his fingers slip inside of me. “We can’t …” I said breathlessly.
“You’d better be quiet then,” he said, pumping them in and out of me. He dipped his head and flicked his tongue against my already-swollen clit. “No screaming my name this time.”
This time.
Because last time when he had touched me like this, we had been at the house, and I could scream as loud as I wanted. This time … this time, if we weren’t careful, we’d get caught. And I would never get caught with Jace Harbor between my legs.
Yet … I didn’t want him to stop.
He flicked his tongue against my clit, over and over and over, sucking it between his lips, making me whine and whimper for him to give me more. I closed my eyes and shuffled around on the bench, feeling way too good.
“Look the fuck at me,” Jace said, his face buried between my legs.
I glanced down at him through my glasses, feeling so exposed in such a public place. Anyone could walk right in and find out that I was being touched by my stepbrother, the man I was supposed to hate.
“My stepsister thinks she’s not a slut, but her cunt is dripping fucking wet, tightening around my fingers.” He pulled his fingers out of me and watched the juices stick to them. He stuffed them into my mouth. “Clean them for me, like I know you want to.”
My core was pulsing wildly as I sucked them into my mouth, wrapping my lips around his fingers and taking them as deep as he wanted to push them. He smirked down at me with those dangerous, dark eyes.
“How do you taste?”
I furrowed my brows at him, still sucking. The tension was building higher in my core.
He pulled his fingers out of my mouth, wrapped his hand around my throat, and pulled me closer. “How. Do. You. Taste?” he asked, his voice husky yet rough in my ear. He pressed the front of his jeans against my bare pussy, getting my juices all over the material and making me feel how hard he was already for me.
“Good,” I whispered. “So good.”
He gazed from my eyes down to my lips, letting his stare linger for a few moments. I furrowed my brows and grasped his jeans, needing them off now.
“Call me a slut again,” I said in a breathy whisper.
“You’re not just a slut, Allie. You’re my slut. Nobody else’s.” He undid his zipper and pulled out his hard cock. “Your little pussy is just aching for me to put my cock back inside you, isn’t it? I bet you haven’t stopped thinking about me between your thighs, fucking you from behind, making you watch as I ruined you.”
It was so close … so close to slipping inside of me.
“Be rough with me. Slap my face. Fuck me, Jace. Please, fuck me.”
I was a desperate little slut for him.
He groaned and slipped himself inside of me, pushing himself as deep as he could go. His eyes fluttered closed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said, the words drawn out. “You feel so fucking good. So good, baby.”
After a few moments, he started to pump in and out of me. He wrapped a hand around my throat, pinning me to the lockers. He tore my shirt open with his other hand and slapped my breasts through my bra, watching them bounce with every thrust.
He roughly slid his thumb across my chin, pushing my head to the side. He slapped my exposed cheek hard, then rubbed it with his fingers softly. I tightened around him and waited … just waited for more. Again, he slapped me hard against the face, and I moaned out loud.
This felt so much better than I remembered.
Another slap against my cheek, and he gently released the grip on my neck. He tugged me to a standing position, turned me around, and thrust me against the lockers. He placed a hand on the locker next to me, his fingertips white against the red metal, the veins in his hands swollen. Then, he slipped inside of me again, pumping into me from behind, his strokes quick and steady, pushing me against the lockers.
After pulling a fistful of my hair, he twisted my head so I looked back at him. Then he slapped me across the cheek, then tugged me into a kiss.
Slapped me across the cheek again, then kissed me hard.
Smacked me across the cheek and stuck his tongue into my mouth and claimed it.
Every time he kissed me, I inched closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm. I intertwined my fingers with his on the locker.
“Jace, I’m so close,” I whispered, my toes curling. “I’m going to come for you.”
“Come for me, baby,” he murmured against me. “Just like you used to.”
My fingers curled harsher around his, and I slapped a hand over my mouth, feeling nothing but pure bliss filling every inch of my body. Tingles shot up and down my arms and legs, and I doubled over, clutching on to the locker for dear life.
One of these days, Jace Harbor was really going to ruin me.
And my horny ass was going to fucking let him.
