Chapter Twelve
Jenna lay on the cushions with her legs apart. She turned her face away and tried not to make a fuss. If he heard her sniveling she was sure he would beat her again. Buck was hurting her, inside, but that was okay; it was nothing compared to what his fists could do. Jenna closed her eyes and arched her back a little. It seemed to ease things. And he liked it; supporting her thighs on his forearms, he pushed deeper. Jenna watched helplessly at her feet dangling in the air.
His rhythm faltered. “You’re the greatest,” he sighed in her ear. “I’m ‘bout to drop my load, baby, but you said you’d like it in the mouth, didn’t you? Suck and swallow. You want it, don’t you?”
His words were as hard and flat as beach stone.
Jenna felt cold and clammy. She took a breath and rolled her
