Slut - Woodruff Jettie (книги онлайн полностью .txt) 📗
I have no idea where my brashness came from, but I used it like a pro. Like I’d treated women like this my entire life. It was her own fault, a girl that looked like Gabriella, who submitted to every word I said, deserved to be treated like a slut. She could have stood up for herself. She could have said no. She didn’t. Not once.
“Yes, Pax.”
That went through me like a streak of lightening. My hand wrapped around her throat, and I shoved her backward, little pressure behind my threat, but enough to scare the hell right out of her. I had no intentions of hurting her, yet the fear in her eyes was euphoric.
“Did I tell you to call me, Pax? Did I?” I said again with my lips a fraction from hers.
“No.”
“My name is Paxton to you, and don’t you ever call me that again. Got it?”
Again, the power I felt over her went straight to my head.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Paxton, yes Paxton.”
I smiled on her lips, grabbing a fistful of hair, and kissed her. “That’s better, baby girl. Now you gotta ask for it.”
“Ask for what?” She questioned with those damn dark eyes that drove me instantly insane. If this girl only knew how hot she was. She didn’t need to be here taking my shit. She could have been on the arm of any man she wanted, but she wasn’t. She was with me. I had her. Right there in my kitchen to do with what I wanted. Lucky for me whiskey was like Viagra to me. I could go two or three times before I finally passed out. That’s what I planned to do, too. At least twice.
“My cock. Ask me if you can suck my dick.”
“Can I suck your dick?”
I swear my blood pumped faster, surging my entire body with junkie adrenaline. I was a junkie. “I would love for you to suck my dick,” I countered as the grip I had in her hair tightened and I brought her to her knees, jacking off around her lips before I gave it to her.
That’s when the thought hit me and I knew where my load would end up, at least one of them. The other one was spoken for. I was smashed. That’s what I blamed it on. The thought of purposely knocking her up was crazy, even for a drunk. Unlike Rowan’s unexpected arrival, this one could be planned. She would never leave her kid, not like Rowan’s skank whore mom did. Lane was right, Gabriella was perfect, and I was about to make her mine.
Something told me the first time should go inside her pussy, but I had something else on my mind, and couldn’t get it off. I’d seen it on porn a million times, but I had never had a girl that would have allowed it. The degrading part of it was the part that made the final decision. As fucked up as it was, as immoral and sick as it looked on the outside, it still felt addicting on the inside. The submission in her eyes was the addiction, and I devoured it.
I fucked her mouth while I finished my drink. Nice and slow, and then slow and to the back of her throat, and then fast while my hand held her hair, shoving her head to my shaft, and my cock half way down her throat. And then slow again.
I pulled my cock from her mouth and stroked it, tapping it on her tongue. “Is your pussy wet?”
“I don’t know,” she shyly replied.
“Get on your feet and open your legs,” I ordered.
I had to tell her to hold my hips for balance when she fell over a little. She held on with one hand, like she was afraid to touch me, but that was okay, I needed her other hand.
“Play with your pussy, slut.”
I didn’t know whether she was wet or not, I didn’t really care. Watching her slide her fingers between her legs was enough for me. I stroked my cock harder while lifting myself a little, letting my nuts fall over her lips. I had to direct her to suck on them, but she did it. The slut did everything. I had a diamond in the rough, and I was keeping it. I jerked hard on my cock, knocking her off her feet when I felt it coming, right to her ass.
“Oh, fuck, baby. Keep your legs open,” I ordered while pumping hard with my fist. I stood right above her, shooting my load to her face, bathing her in my come. It was so fucking hot, and I was nowhere near being done. My cock wasn’t either. It never shrank, not one bit. Hell, it was still hard as a rock from excitement. I squeezed the last bit into my hand and knelt to her pussy, massaging it up her slit. I swear my cock twitched right toward it, wanting in.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees,” I said, looking down to her come coated face, adrenaline pumping wildly through my veins. I was never letting this cunt out of my life. Never.
Gabriella did as I told her, only I made her lay her face first on the floor and stick her ass up for me to look at. I fucked with her for a while like that, sticking a finger in her pussy every now and then while I walked around her, jerking my cock to stay hard in my hand, and slapped her ass. I opened her and spit down the pucker in her ass, watching it run down her cunt, and over her clit. I did that a few times, just because I could, and because it reminded her of what she was. A slut. I used a couple well-rounded utensils on her from the kitchen, fucking her tight little pussy with the handle of a cold metal spoon, and spanking her ass. It was fucking amazing, and she let me. Not once did she protest. Not once. That may have been the reasoning behind my actions, the excuse I told myself to make it okay.
I finally fucked her, thinking about planting my seed inside her womb, making her mine, probably a decision I should have slept on, revisited in the morning. I didn’t. I fucked her in every possible position I could put her in, and then I came hard, making sure I was deep inside her pussy, leaving my manhood behind. She never did come, but I didn’t really give a fuck. I liked that about her. No emotion. Just what I wanted, what I’d been looking for my entire life, and it was so easy. Gabriella Delgardo never had a chance.
I held myself inside her, slowly pulling out as I softened, feeling the effects of my friend Jack. I needed to pass out, and Rowan needed to sleep in. I slid out, tapped her asshole with the head of my cock, squeezing the last drip to her sphincter, and stood. I slid into my jeans, and stretched my back with an arch and a grunt, “Get the fuck out of here. Oh, wait. I promised you could tell me something. What’d you do, blow the breaker down there again?”
“No.”
“Then what? Spit it out. I have an eight-month-old that will be up in about five more hours, if I’m lucky. What?”
“I’m going to have a baby.”
That knocked the wind right out of my lungs. That wasn’t at all what I expected to hear. Not even close.
“What?”
One
A slut born out of masculine persuasion. That’s what I thought about while I sat in the dark; a jail-cell the size of my bathroom. The noise just down the hall stirred my roommate, a young girl covered in tattoos. She moaned in her sleep and rolled to her side, sleeping off a drunken night. Indecent exposure and disorderly conduct; I wanted that charge.
My lungs filled with an unfamiliar odor as I contemplated the mess I had gotten myself into. I shouldn’t have gotten close to him, the man whose so-called success, confidence, and sex appeal turned me inside out. But I did, I got close, I lost control and I stumbled—straight into the pits of hell. I was on my way to prison, and my mind thought about how I’d fallen in love with my husband, wondering what to do, where to go, and who to turn to. I didn’t really have anyone. Not anyone that I would have trusted.
My body finally collapsed to the springy mattress, dead with exhaustion, sometime early in the morning. Plastic crunched below me and my eyes closed as I held back tears once again. I heard so many different legal ramifications about things I didn’t understand that day, it was crazy. All of it had my mind in worse shape than it already was. The two-hour interrogation left my throat sore from all the yelling and crying. I pled my case with tears streaming down my face, with loud screams, and faint whimpers. The case that I had no idea how to get out of. I was being accused of impersonating my twin, possible murder without a body, and fraud over the hospital bills. I couldn’t even wrap that one around my head. Who in their right mind would go through what I had to screw an insurance company? Absurd.
