“What?”
“They look dick-stung.”
I jerk. “That’s not… That’s not a word.”
He hums, licking me again, still rolling his hips. “Yeah, it is. It’s a thing that happens when a girl like you with a bee-stung mouth sucks on a dick like a whore. Like she’s sucking it to earn her reward. And so she sucks that dick so good,so fucking good, that her mouth swells up. It becomes all red and puffy. All soft and shiny and pouty. It becomes even more bitable, as if stung by a monster fucking dick. And we all know who’s asshole enough to make her do that when her whole family is here.”
“N-no,” I whisper, threading my fingers in his hair, resting my head on his strong shoulders.
He kisses my forehead. “We all know who’s asshole enough to eat her pussy when she’s talking to her ex-boyfriend, don’t we?”
I loll my head side to side. “You’re not —”
“And maybe right this second he’s telling your parents. He’s telling your daddy that you’re in here. And you’re not alone like you told him. You’re with me.”
“No, he’s not.”
“And of course when your dad hears that, he’s going to come running, isn’t he? He’s going to come running to save you from me. Save you from the bad boy who seduced his good little girl two years ago.”
My heart races in my chest and I fist his hair. “No, you didn’t, Reign. You didn’t…”
He rubs his stubble against my cheek. “He’s probably thinking that I’m seducing you right this second. That I’m probably forcing myself on you. He’s probably thinking that since a Bandit like me doesn’t have a shot in hell with a Bubblegum like you, that my only option,” he lowers his voice, “is to rape her pink little snatch and ruin her fucking life, ruin her for every other guy out there.”
I scratch him then.
His neck I think, or his cheek, as I writhe against him.
And moan, “You didn’t. You did not. You never will. I don’t care what people think. Whatyouthink. You’re good. You’re mine. And I’m yours. I’myourBubblegum.”
His hands on my body turn even more possessive and violent. “Yeah, you are, aren’t you? You are mine. You’re my cute little Bubblegum and only I get to play with you.”
“Oh God, yes.”
“Your body ismyplayground now. My fucking temple, isn’t it?”
“Yes, yours.”
“Your sweet little snatch is my wonderland,” he keeps going, his fingers tugging and pinching, making it hurt, making me even hornier. “I get to eat it. I get to fuck it. I get to lick it until it explodes in my mouth and fills me with the medicine I need, don’t I?”
“God, Reign. Yes.”
“And your tits.” He squeezes them then, pulling at my nipples. “They’re my medicine too, aren’t they?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And I don’t care what’s going on out there. I don’t care if the world’s burning or going to pieces. When I need my medicine, I need it. When I need your tits, I need them. I drink from them like I drink from your pussy. Whenever I fucking want.”
“Always.”
He pinches my nipples through my dress again. “And you know what else?”
“What?”
“Your asshole is mine too.”
“Reign —”
“It’s mine to fuck. Mine to eat. Mine to lick.”