He grabs one of my wrists and twists it behind my back. Just as it’s starting to hurt, he shoves his cock inside of me, filling me up and blasting a wave of pleasure through my body.
His other hand pulls my hair back again and I’m totally pinned there, his cock skewering my tight pussy, his hands gripping my body.
“This is what you live for,” he whispers in my ear. “This is what you need.”
“Stop talking and fuck me,” I snap back at him, wanting him to be angry. I want him to be as angry as I am.
He laughs and slaps my ass hard. I gasp and start to back against him, sliding my ass along his thick cock. I need to feel him fucking me tight and deep, ripping me apart and making me feel good. I need him to punish me.
He starts to fuck me, sliding his cock deep inside of me. He grabs my hips and rips into me, rocking my pussy rough and deep, not holding back at all. I grip the back of the couch and look over my shoulder as he tears into me.
“You like to fucking see me rip your cunt to pieces?” he says to me. He slaps my ass and my mouth hangs open, staring at his gorgeous body as he fucks me.
He grabs my hair again, slaps my ass, and pumps into my pussy. I work back against him harder and harder, slamming my ass into him, taking his thick cock deep inside of me. It hurts and it feels good and it’s exactly what I need right now.
I pull forward and he slides out of me. Before he can press back inside of me, I turn around and kiss him. I press my body against his and he takes me, kissing me back. I steer him around and push him back down onto the couch.
He smirks and strokes his cock. I grab my hair and put it up into a messy bun before straddling him and slowly letting his cock slide inside of me. I grab onto the couch on either side of his head and I press my lips against his ear.
“You’re a bastard for what you did,” I say to him. I start to work my hips faster, our faces so close. He grabs my hips and slaps my ass. “You don’t deserve this.”
He smirks and pulls my hair back. “This is exactly what you deserve, though,” he says back.
I ride him faster, fucking my frustrations and my anger away. All of my feelings come bubbling up to the surface and I want it rough, want it so fucking rough I can barely stand it. I move faster and faster, building up the friction as he slaps my ass and pulls my hair.
I don’t know where this is coming from but it feels so fucking good. I want to come so badly, and I realize how close I am. I slam my hips down and back, taking his cock deep inside of me, and I grind down along him, working in circles. He bites and teases my nipples, cupping my full breasts.
I slide my fingers through his hair and I slam myself back and down. He fucks me, working into my pussy, and I can’t help it anymore. I can’t hold it back.
“Go ahead, Tara,” he whispers in my ear. “Come for me.”
I gasp and I don’t know how he can read me so easily, but I can’t stop myself. I come hard, the orgasm washing over my body, destroying everything.
It’s like all of my anger and sadness and frustration comes washing out of me in pleasure and pain. It’s so intense that my entire body spasms and shakes, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t hold back. He just fucks my pussy as I come, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight against him.
He grunts his own pleasure, and I can feel him come inside of me. He comes in thick, hot spurts, filling my pussy up. I gasp and moan and whisper his name as he comes and I feel so fucking good I can barely breathe.
When we finish, we collapse onto the couch together, his arms wrapped around my body. We’re quiet for a little while until I finally laugh.
“What?” he asks.
“I have to go back to work,” I say.
He grins at me. “You might want to shower.”
I sigh. “You’re probably right.”
“Come on. I’ll wash your back.”
I get up and grin at him. “No, thanks,” I say. “You can stay out here.”
He frowns. “That’s no fun.”
“Too bad.” I grab my clothes and go back into his bathroom. I start the shower and clean myself off.
I did it again. I let myself do something stupid. I keep falling for Jackson, even when I know better. He’s involved in some fake relationship with Holly, who hates my guts, not to mention our complicated past. This is so stupid, and yet I can’t help myself. My feelings for him are so complex and intense that when he touches my body I can’t hold anything back.
I shower up and head back to work like nothing just happened, but for the rest of the day, I keep thinking about Jackson’s hands on my skin, his lips against mine.
19
Jackson