Page 48 of Silent Damage

I almost dart away, but he says, “No. Stay right there.”

His expression—

He’s not angry. Not in the slightest.

His face is a twisted mess of lust and agony as he stares at me.

He bites his lower lip.

And that’s what undoes me.

Slowly.

Carefully.

I free my cock from my shorts—

And he nods.

He fucking nods.

Urging me with his eyes to keep going.

And I do—stroking my length while we lock eyes with each other.

He groans, and I cover my mouth to suppress my own moan. His eyes trail down to my cock, and the wicked smirk that appears sends a jolt of electricity through my veins.

He’s grunting.

Moaning.

I match his technique, releasing a wad of spit onto my hands to slick my cock, and Jason strokes himself harder.

It’s like we’re communicating.

I lift my shirt with one hand, revealing my torso, while the other beats my dick, and Jason responds by sinking deeper into the couch, his legs widening so he can rub his nuts while he jerks off.

We’re so far away from each other, yet I swear I can feel the heat of his breath on my mouth.

I want to cross the distance and join him.

Not to jerk off…

I want Jason to wreck me. Punish me. Push his dick inside me and show no mercy.

I want it to hurt.

He comes on a roar, ropes of cum painting his chest, and it’s precisely what I need to tip me over the edge.

I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle my wailing as cum shoots out of me with a force I’ve never felt before, and I almost keel over. My breathing is heavy as I squeeze every last drop out of me.

Then I look at him.

And that’s when I gasp.

Because I see the look of horror on his face.

His expression is all I need to know that he’s freaking out—hating what just happened.