But my self-respect was already in the gutter. What did it matter if I lowered myselfevenmore? If it got me what I needed,thenI’d do it.
Jackson’s head tilted to the side as he ran a finger over his bottom lip. For a second, Ithought he was going to saythathe was calling my bluff, andthathe had no intention of deleting the photos.
Instead, he unbuckled his belt.“Make it good for me, Kiki, and I promise I won’t tell a single soul.”
He unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper, slowly pulling his hard cock out. Swallowing the knot of apprehension attempting to climb up my throat, I stared at his length.
Holy shit.
His cock was impressive, growing longer and thicker as it pulsed in his hand. Unwittingly, my tongue darted out and swiped along my bottom lip as my eyes lifted to Jackson’s.
“Hungry for my cock, Kiki?”He smirked down at me, his dimplesthatI used to love showing on his cheeks.“It won’t suck itself,”he added, humor lacing his voice.“Unless you want me to share those photos. It’ll only take me a few seconds to find Alec’s number and send them to him.”
Despair coursed through me as Jackson’s threat from ten years ago echoed in my head.
He’d said he would destroy me if I ever got in his way again, and he was doing exactlythat. Ijusthad to hopethathe’d do as he promised, and I could forget this awful night.
I lowered my gaze back to where his cock was standing proud, and hesitantly, I leanedforward, tentatively poking my tongue out to lick his slit, lapping up the bead of pre-cum. Jackson pulled in a deep breath, removing his hand from where he’d been holding his shaft.
Taking over, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock as I swirled my tonguearound his crown. A burst of salt hit my taste buds, and my mouth watered as I shifted on my knees, moving closer to take his whole length into my mouth.
“Fuck, that’s right,”Jackson hissed.“Suck my cock like the dirty little whore you are.”
I hatedthathis insult hit me in my core. It wasn’t like I’d never been called names before; Alec often liked to demean me. But hearing cruel slurs in Jackson’s honeyed tone hit differently.
My pussy started to throb as I pulled back to suck his crown, andthentook him to the back of my throat again, stopping before he hit my gag reflex. Jackson laced both his hands through my hair, gripping chunks in his fingers to hold my head still.
He moved his hips, withdrawing his length almost all the way out of my mouth before roughly thrusting back in, shoving his tip down my throat. I couldn’t stop myself from gagging, but with Jackson holding me in place, I could only splutter around him.
Jackson took over. He rammed his cock in and out of my mouth, face fucking me with brutality. With each thrust, he drove his cock deeper into my throat, his pants and deep groans filling the night air. If anyone heard him, it would be obvious what was going on within the little hideout.
Tears streaked down my cheeks as I coughed and choked on my own saliva. My hands scrambled to Jackson’s thighs in an attempt to push him away, but with his iron-clad grip on my hair, I couldn’t move himevenan inch.
“Fuck, Kiki. This is a damn good mouth. I bet you’ve had plenty of cock to practice onover the years. Whores like youjustcan’t help themselves,”Jackson growled, his pace increasing.
My pussy clenched at his vicious words, my panties now soaking. His balls slapped against my chin with every relentless thrust, and with a guttural groan, he exploded. He held his cock still in my mouth as it filled with endless amounts of comethatI had no choice but to swallow.
Breathless, Jackson pulled his cock free and shoved me back when his climaxfinished. Come and saliva coated my chin as, for the second time in less than ten minutes, I fell onto my ass, shame crashing into me like a wrecking ball.
There’d been times in my life when I thought I had hit rock bottom, but as I stared up at Jackson, his hate-filled gaze searing me, I knew I had finally reached the lowest point of my life.
Chapter 4
Jackson
Well. What a turn up for the books.
I’d been bluffing when I told Kiera to suck my cock, wanting to see how far she wouldgo to get me to keep my mouth shut. But like the desperate whore she was, she gobbled me up with hardly any protest.
I had no complaints; she’d given me the best blow job I’d ever had. Andthatincluded blowies from an actual porn star. If I didn’t hate her so much, I could have become addicted to her mouth. And if her mouth wasthatgood, I was willing to bet her cunt was amazing.
“Delete the photos,”she hissed from where she sat on the floor, refusing to look at me.
Tucking my cock away, I stared down at her, amusement mixing with disgust. Both her knees were covered in mud, her blouse was untucked from her skirt, and her shoulder-length chestnut-brown hair was tussled and messy from where I’d gripped it as I fucked her throat.
Her eye makeup had streaked down her cheeks, leaving thick black marks, complete with splodges of mud, and the faint tint of lipstick was smeared around her lips.
I’d always thought Kiera was beautiful. I couldn’t remember the exact moment when wewere kids, and I realized how pretty she was; the feeling wasjustalwaysthere.Evenwhen I couldn’t stand the sight of her, I still thought she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever laid eyes on.
