Page 27 of Right Number, Wrong Man

HAILEY

“Why wouldn’t I be able to say my safeword?” I ask.

“Cause you can’t talk with my cock down your throat. I’m gonna fuck your face and you’ll swallow Daddy’s dick like my obedient little whore.”

Jax tugs off his gloves, putting them in his pocket. He slides his pants and his underwear to his knees, and his length springs free. My eyes bulge, watching him grip the base of his thick shaft.

Holy—

It looked big in his videos, but that was nothing compared to the real thing. He’s shaved, too, and that only makes him look more gigantic.

“How do you even wear pants with that monster between your legs?” I burst out. “Do you shop in the big dick department and buy pants made from ultra-reinforced fabric?”

He lets out a growly laugh. “Need a moment to rethink your choices, Sugar?”

I might need jaw surgery after giving him head or maybe I’ll choke to death on that thing. But is that going to stop me? No. The slut inside me is stronger than my survival instincts. Darwin would hate me.

“Is it too late to draw up my will?” I ask, grinning. “If I die, please make them write death by pierced monster cock on my gravestone. I’m envisioning swooping, cursive engraving in a cool gold tone.”

Jax chuckles. He lightly slaps my face with his dick and presses the tip to my lips. “You talk too much. Now shut up and spit on it like a good girl.”

Blushing, I follow his command. A thread of drool connects us and my pussy trembles as his thumb rubs around the metal balls of his piercing, coating him in my spit.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect when you obey my orders. Open wide for me,” he grits out.

I do. He presses his dick on my tongue and I lick a drop of salty pre-cum from his slit before I close my mouth around him. My cheeks hollow as I work him, my tongue tracing his Jacob’s Ladder.

Jax groans, burying his hands in my hair as he eases into me, taking control of my movements. He jerks like the thread of his restraint is one thrust away from snapping.

“Your mouth feels like heaven,” he grunts. “So hot and wet…”

He sinks deeper and I gag, tears springing from my eyes as he pushes my face into his groin, his balls resting against my chin. My throat spasms around his cock but I’m helpless to do anything about it.

The more I choke and writhe, the louder he moans, his harsh grip on my hair making my roots sting. That sick fuck enjoys my struggle, but I can’t judge with my cunt dripping on the asphalt.

“Your throat is so tight—Damn! That’s it, my sweet girl. Fight back like you mean it, but you can’t stop me. You’re just a hole to me and I’ll use you however I want. A dirty slut like you doesn’t get a choice.”

My inner muscles clench, pleasure aches spearing through my core. It’s torture that I can’t touch myself.

Jax allows me erratic breaths and coughs before thrusting back into my mouth. His balls slap my chin as he fucks my face, spit spilling over my lips. He uses me like a doll, ramming into me as if I’m an object to him, not a human being.

It’s fucking degrading and fucking hot.

He pulls out and yanks me up by the hair. I yelp as he slams me forward onto the hood of my car, one hand pressing my cheek against the metal. His other flips up my skirt and cups my bare sex. Frustrated, I involuntarily grind against his palm.

“You’re makin’ such a pretty mess drippin’ all over my hand, Sugar…” He drags his fingers through my seam and I shudder. “All this just for me, hmm? You’re so wet and needy from me fucking your throat.”

Jax shoves two fingers into my pussy, all the way to his knuckles. I let out a small cry, my inner walls burning from his rough intrusion, but he immediately starts thrusting, giving me no time to adjust.

My knees wobble and the pressure within me builds rapidly into a rush until an orgasm crashes down on me like the perfect storm. My clit tingles, my pussy clenches?—

And Jax pulls out .

The sudden emptiness is a shock to my nerves, like being dropped from a hot cloud into icy water. My muscles seize, desperately chasing the pleasure, but it’s gone. All gone. The brilliant explosion of my climax fizzles, leaving behind a stale burn in my core.

Tears streak down my face. “You ruined it!” I sob.

“Aw, where’s your snarky attitude now?” he mocks. “ Just one ruined orgasm and you’re putty in my hands, you damn crybaby.”

I try to get up, but Jax’s large body curves over mine, his throbbing erection pressed between my ass cheeks as he pins me down with his weight.

“Sometimes brats need to be taught a lesson. When you were safe behind your screen, you talked mighty big, didn’t you? What did you call me again?”

Rage floods my chest like lava, mixing into an explosive cocktail with my frustration.

“I called you a son of a bitch,” I spit.

“What else did you say to me? C’mon, don’t be shy now.”

“I called you a sadistic asshole because you are!”

“But that ain’t all. You said I’m a dead man walking .”

Jax’s hard length pushes between my thighs and my brain malfunctions as his piercings slide across my skin. For a moment, all my defenses are gone, but I quickly remember my fury.

“Unlock the handcuffs and I’ll show you what I meant!” I threaten.

“You said you’d stab me, didn’t you?” Jax says calmly.

“Then stop being a coward and let me fight back!”

One hand on my back, holding me down with almost inhuman strength, his cock braces against my entrance. “I want to wring your lovely neck almost as much as I want to pound you until you can’t think straight,” he grits out

“Why not both?” I taunt.

“Careful what you wish for, cause you got no idea ‘bout the danger you’re playing with. I’m about to show you what kinda monster you’ve been hopin’ for in your dirty dreams.”

My pulse rockets. This is actually going to happen. A man I’ve never met before will fuck me in a parking lot, without a condom.

Jax’s hips hitch, his wide cockhead driving inside my cunt. I’m sopping wet, but my eyes water at the burning pain of his girth. I can’t even feel his piercings, only the ache.

“You’re too big,” I gasp, my hands balling into fists.

A large, warm palm closes over my cuffed hands. “I’ll make it fit, Sugar. Slow, deep breaths. I know your perfect, tight cunt can take Daddy’s cock. We’re almost there. You wanna make me proud, don’t you?”

He’s a liar. I know he’s barely inside, but I try to relax. Jax inches forward, forcing more of his thick shaft into me. My muscles struggle to expand around him, a dull pain throbbing in my belly.

“First you ruin my orgasm and now you’re breaking me in half. I hate you!”

He chuckles. “That’s fine by me. Keep hatin’ me while I make you moan my name.”

With every push, he buries himself deeper in my stretched hole.

His piercings ripple along my entrance like thrilling speed bumps, and the barbell through the head of his cock strikes a delicious spot inside me.

For a brief moment, it feels like my soul leaves my body and I can see myself bent over my car.

My eyes roll. It’s all too much. The pain. The pleasure. I’ve never felt like this before. So out of control. So vulnerable. So turned on, needy and helpless.

“I do hate you!” I moan deliriously, but I don’t know why I’m saying these words. “I hate you so much!”

My pussy betrays me. It squeezes around him like a vise, and Jax immediately picks up on it, reading my body like an open book .

“Do you get off on a man you hate fucking you on the hood of your car?” he asks.

Wait… Do I?!

My brain stops, frozen on a single image of the man I’ve hated for as long as I can remember: Colt.

My stomach flips. Why am I thinking of that idiot when I have my personal sex god right here with me?

I shake my head, but the images don’t just stay. It gets worse.

My mind overflows with unwanted fantasies of Colt until I’m drowning in them.

Colt wearing a silver skull mask while he presses a knife to my throat. Colt’s hand around my neck. Colt’s tongue in my mouth, tasting of bourbon. His teeth marking me, his lips sucking on my flesh until it bruises.

Jax reaches around my belly, his fingers on my clit anchoring me in the moment.

“I can’t hold back anymore,” he grunts, pulling out. “This is gonna hurt, Sugar.”

Jax rams into me, driving his cock all the way home, bumping into my cervix. Lights burst in front of my eyes and a whining moan rips from my throat. It hurts, but in the perfect way. With him, I’m learning that there’s a good kind of pain and I can’t get enough of it.

He ruts into me like a mad, wild animal. His low grunts echo in my ear as his weight presses me onto the car. I’m glad the alarm hasn’t worked in years. We would set it off for sure.

Jax’s piercings grind inside of me, adding a foreign thrill to every snap of his hips. With the attention on my clit, I find myself back on the edge, but I resist.

I don’t want to come while thinking of Colt and he’s still on my mind.

His smile. That dimple .

What would he sound like if he moaned in my ear like Jax does now?

I squeeze my eyes shut, but I can’t stop imagining it’s his cock stretching my cunt. I can’t stop fantasizing it’s his fingers pinching my clit and?—

An orgasm explodes through me. My ears ring and I barely hold on to consciousness, drifting on waves of pleasure. Jax’s dick swells far inside me and he feels even bigger than before. Then he comes in hot, fast spurts, filling me with his seed, my inner muscles greedily milking him for more.

“That’s my good little breeding bitch,” he drawls. “Squeeze my cock and take my cum. I bet you’d look so pretty knocked up with a big, swollen belly and my baby inside you.”

My back arches and I’m not sure if that’s another orgasm tearing through me or still the same.

So I have a breeding kink now, too? I should make a list because I’m starting to lose track of all the new kinks I’m collecting. But God, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I wonder what those words would sound like in Colt’s voice?—

Stop. Thinking. About. Colt! I shout internally.

Jax is everything I’ve ever wanted from a man—and more. So why can’t I stop thinking about Colt?

There’s only one viable reason: I’m cursed. I either need an exorcism, a counter-spell, or somebody to smack me with a hammer. Thankfully, you can get anything on the internet nowadays.

Jax slowly pulls out and I can already tell I’ll be sore tomorrow—both my throat and my pussy. He zips up and grabs me by the shoulders, gently putting me on my feet. The world spins as his seed drips out of me, but he steadies me and smooths down my skirt .

He gathers my ruined panties and stuffs them into his pocket. My heart stutters. That’s exactly what Mike did when he took my virginity on Halloween.

Are all men weird like that, keeping trophies from their conquests?

“Time to go home.” Jax picks up my car key and my handbag, putting the latter in the trunk. “Get in the passenger seat. I’m drivin’. Your place.”

“Uh, no.”

He shrugs. “Then you gotta find a way to unlock those handcuffs by yourself cause I’m gettin’ in this car.”

I glare at him. “You wouldn’t leave me here like this.”

“Try me.” He crosses his big arms over his muscular chest.

Dumbass sexy idiot .

The way he’s standing there, head cocked and feet planted, he reminds me of Colt. That’s probably because they’re both domineering assholes from the deep South. I wouldn’t be surprised if they give out handbooks to the boys down there titled How To Talk Slow and Be A Dick .

I smirk at him. “Your behavior finally answered my question truthfully.”

“What question?”

“Remember when I asked if all Texan men are shameless bastards?”

“Oh?”

“You just proved that they are. Now I know two Southern men who can go and burn in hell.”

Jax flinches. His posture loosens, his shoulders dropping as he steps close to put a hand on my cheek.

His thumb brushes over my lips and my rage vanishes.

He reaches into his pants, pulling out a tiny key before he embraces me.

With two clicks, the handcuffs open and he steps back, shoving them into his pocket .

“No, Hailey. I’d never leave you like this,” he says.

His large hands close around my wrists, gently massaging the red cuff marks, and I blush. That soft, simple gesture is impossibly more intimate than the rough sex we had. A strange, heavy tension thickens the air and I can’t breathe until he lets go.

“Now get in,” Jax orders, but I hesitate.

With surprising speed, he whips out his knife and holds it to my neck. The blade caresses my skin—almost cutting—and goosebumps rush across my body.

“You’re gonna be my pretty passenger princess with my cum dripping down your thighs. And when we get to your place, I’m gonna fill you up again until I put a baby in you,” he growls.

My pussy clenches. What is wrong with me? But more importantly, what’s wrong with this guy? He goes from ice cold to saccharine to red hot anger in seconds, and it’s giving me emotional whiplash.

“Why the breeding kink if you had the snip?” I ask provocatively.

Jax clasps his other hand onto the nape of his neck. “Like your CNC fantasy, it ain’t so much about reality. It’s more about the idea of possessin’ you and bindin’ you to me.”

“Possessing me? You’re sick,” I spit, ignoring the tug low in my belly.

“And you love it.”

“What about your job? Can you take time off and leave your business to come here and kidnap?—”

He snorts a laugh, his voice changer making it sound like a monstrous snarl. “Jeez, you’re gettin’ kidnapped and you’re worried about my job? I got it handled, brat. Just like I got you handled. Now git.” He points the knife at my car.

“Fine,” I mumble, rolling my eyes.

“Don’t fuckin’ test me, Sugar. You need to learn how to behave and I’m fixin’ to make sure you do, no matter how many punishments it takes. That’s a damn threat and a promise.”

My face blazing, I get in on the passenger side. Jax rounds the car and drops into the driver’s seat, the car dipping with his weight. He’s pure muscle and then some. Casually, he leans over to fasten my seatbelt before his own.

“Can you drive with that thing on?” I motion at his mask.

He ignores me and starts the motor. I take that as a yes.

We pull out into the street and post-orgasm lucidity sobers my horny brain like a splash of frigid water. Is this still part of our game or am I seriously in danger? Am I really getting kidnapped?

A thrill winds through my core. The prospect of getting abducted by a masked man shouldn’t excite me this much.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask softly.

Jax doesn’t answer, his knuckles bleeding white on the wheel. Seconds tick by, turning into minutes. Finally, when I think he’s not going to say anything at all, his unnaturally deep voice reaches my ears.

“You wanna call me a shameless bastard? Alright then. When we’re alone, I’ll show you how much of a bastard I really am and what I’m truly capable of.”