C*nt Of Demand: 60 Shades Of Pure Evil

JEZEBEL

“𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 7-𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.”

I sat across from my best friend Sarah on her couch, a half empty bottle of wine between us.

"I've known her for sucking a ridiculous amount of dicks on Campus. If words could even describe her, she would be a promising pornstar destined to take the industry by storm.”

My cheeks were already burning. I had held this secret for way too long. Tonight I could not keep it inside anymore.

"Girl, you would not believe how bad I want him," I said, my voice low and shaky. Sarah leaned forward, eyes wide, waiting for the dirty details. I took a big sip of wine for courage.

"It is my uncle's military friend, Jax. That man is built like a god. Tall, muscles everywhere from all those years in the army. And that divorce looks good on him now.

It is driving me crazy. I have been crushing on him and his buddies for years. Every time they come around for uncle's barbecues or game nights, I act all sweet and normal. But inside? I am soaked just watching him move."

Sarah laughed and slapped my thigh. "You little slut. Tell me everything. How long has this been going on?"

"Too long," I groaned. I shifted on the couch because just talking about it was making my pussy throb. "I remember the first time I saw him in uniform. That tight shirt showing off his chest, those strong arms. I went home that night and fingered myself thinking about him pinning me down. Now he is single and I cannot stop imagining his thick military cock stretching me open. I bet it is huge. I want him to fuck me so hard that I would scream his name until my throat hurts."

I told her about all the times I had teased him without being too obvious. Brushing against him when I passed by. Bending over in short skirts when I knew he was looking. The way his eyes would darken but he always held back because of my uncle. Now that he was divorced, the door was wide open.

Sarah grinned like the devil. "So what is your plan, you horny bitch? You cannot just keep touching yourself and wishing. Go get that dick."

We spent the next hour making a real plan. I would start small but bold.

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Uncle was hosting a small get together at the military bar this weekend. Mostly his old unit guys. I would show up looking hot as hell. Tight dress that hugged my ass and showed just enough cleavage. No bra. Makeup done to make my eyes pop. I would "accidentally" bump into Jax, flirt hard, and see if he would adapt.

"If he does not make a move, you make it," Sarah said, pouring us more wine. "Tell him you have been thinking about him. Be sassy. Men like that eat it up, especially older military types who are used to control. But you? You are going to make him lose it."

My heart was racing just thinking about it. Part of me felt guilty. This was my uncle's close friend. If anything went wrong, it could blow up the whole family. But the other part? The wet, aching part between my legs? It did not care. I needed to feel him inside me.

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The night of the bar event came fast. I walked in with my heart pounding. The place was loud with laughter and clinking glasses. I spotted my uncle first and gave him a big hug. Then my eyes found Jax. He was leaning against the bar, beer in hand, looking even better than I remembered. His shirt stretched across his broad chest. Those arms looked strong enough to hold me down for hours.

He saw me and his eyes slowly moved down my body. I felt it like a touch. My nipples got hard instantly. I walked over, swaying my hips a little extra.

"Hey Jax," I said, smiling up at him. "Long time no see. You look good. Divorce treating you well?"

He raised an eyebrow, that deep voice sending shivers down my spine. "Lila. You grew up. Looking dangerous in that dress."

We talked for a bit. Normal stuff at first. How work was going, funny stories from the base. Every time I laughed and touched his arm, I saw his jaw tighten. When I leaned in close to say something over the noise, my breasts brushed his chest. I was already wet. I could feel my panties sticking to me.

At one point the crowd got bigger and he pulled me to a quieter corner. His hand on my lower back felt like fire.

"You have been looking at me differently lately," he said, voice low. "Careful, little girl. I am not one of those boys you play with."

I looked him straight in the eyes, feeling sassy and bold from the wine and months of wanting.

"Maybe I do not want boys anymore. Maybe I want a real man who knows how to handle this." I stepped closer so only he could hear.

"I have been thinking about you, Jax. A lot. About what that big cock of yours could do to me."

His hand gripped my waist harder. For a second I thought he might kiss me right there. His eyes went dark with hunger. "You have no idea what you are asking for."

Before I could say more, my uncle called him over for something. Jax gave me one last look that promised everything.