Page 44 of Commit

“Say it again. Louder this time.”

“I’m yours.”

“Yes, you fucking are.”

His mouth is on mine again, his tongue slipping between my lips to duel with mine. He tastes like beer and blackmail. This man will be my downfall.

He reaches down and yanks the hoodie up. He waits for me to raise my arms before he pulls it free and tosses it to the floor, leaving me naked in more ways than one.

“Fuck me,” he whispers reverently, before he dips his head and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

I feel wetness pool between my legs, sparking a surge of anger inside me. How dare he do this to me? How dare he turn my own body against me.

He switches to the other breast, sucking my nipple hard before nipping it with his teeth and then soothing the sting with his tongue. He pushes me to lay back, my hands gripping the edge of the counter as I lay down. The cold granite making me gasp, but I hold still, waiting for Hudson’s next move.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this. Of seeing your pussy split open by my cock.”

I feel him line himself up and press against me.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.”

And Abbot will end up on the streets, and he’ll keep me and fuck me anyway, just to prove what a big man he is.

I keep my mouth shut as he presses just the head inside me.

“Tell me you want me, Birdie.”

Go to fucking hell.

I refuse to tell him I want him, so I offer him something else instead. “Fuck me, Hudson.”

Whatever restraint he had snaps as he surges inside me. I gasp as I stretch to accommodate him. He’s so fucking big and deep that it’s bordering on painful. He gives me a second to adjust before his hands dig into my hips, and he eases out of me to the tip. I suck in a sharp breath as he thrusts back into me.

“You are so fucking tight. You’re strangling my cock.”

He starts fucking me then. In and out, over and over, as I stare at the ceiling, wishing I’d stayed in bed. He would have caught up to me eventually, but I wasn’t ready for eventually to be now.

I’m not ready.

And he doesn’t care one little bit.

He lifts my left leg and rests it on one of the barstools, opening me up farther for him. “Your pussy looks so good taking my cock. Does it feel good?”

I don’t answer. A dark voice in my head asks me if I’m keeping quiet because I don’t want to admit the truth. I can feel how wet I am, after all.

“Tell me, Birdie, does Abbot make you this wet? Does he fuck you this deep?”

He thrusts into me hard, making me whimper, his cruel words beating against me as his fingers play with my clit. I feel something inside of me twist and coil as my eyes squeeze closed with shame.

I’m going to come. I know it, and he knows it.

He’s not lying. What he’s doing to me feels a thousand times better than anything I’ve ever experienced. And the truth makes me hate us both.

“Admit it. You like fucking your boyfriend’s dad. It turns you on. I bet you’ll think about it later when you’re lying next to him. You’ll slip your hand under the blankets you share, slide your fingers inside the pussy that’s still wet with my cum, and get yourself off.”

My womb spasms at his words.

“Come for me, Birdie. Show me you’re mine.”