Snake's Addiction(13)

All along she’d known the truth, but she didn’t want to believe it. “You’ve got to go.”

The walls she’d built up were crumbling. She wanted Snake, not forever just for a moment. He pressed her hand against the cupboard, locking his fingers around her wrist. Stroking down her cheek, Jessica didn’t fight him as he caressed across her chest. “Tell me to stop because you want me to stop. Don’t push me away because of some stupid girl agreement between friends or because of what I was like before you. Take a chance.”

Lydia would fuck anyone she wanted. There wouldn’t be a single concern to what Jessica wanted. Snake was right. The only person Lydia ever really cared about was herself. Jessica hated admitting the truth, but it was in fact the truth. Between her loyalty for Lydia and her reservations about Snake, she didn’t know what else held her back. She wasn’t looking for commitment, so why should his past bother her?

He’d gotten under her skin, and she couldn’t move on until she had him. Her other hand was free. Reaching out, she stroked over his rock hard cock. Staring into his eyes, Jessica broke down the rest of her walls.

“What’s it going to be, Jessica?”

“I’ve got my hand on your cock. What do you think it’s going to be?”

“I’m not interested in a woman who’ll scream rape afterwards.” His voice got a little thicker as he spoke. Shoving her hand inside his jeans, she cupped him. There wasn’t anything small about him. When he finally fucked her, ramming his cock inside her, it would hurt. He was large, larger than any man she’d been with.

“I don’t cry rape. I’m not that kind of woman. I want this. You want this, and I’m tired of fighting it. You’re right, Lydia would fuck you if I’d wanted you or not.” She’d done it many times before in the past. Jessica never held it against her, but then, she rarely held anything against anyone. Snake was different. He was the first man she’d ever gotten angry over for Lydia.

For several seconds neither of them spoke or did anything. Snake stared at her, and she stared right back. He was used to getting what he wanted, and he wanted this. She wanted this as well. There was no way she could go another night of screaming his name in an unsatisfied climax.

The fingers on her chest began to unbutton the shirt she wore. She still didn’t look away, stroking his cock. He pushed her shirt aside, holding her hand above her head.

“Are you going to let me go?”

“No, I like having you pinned down. I’m going to need to look into some rope for my bed.”

She smiled, crying out as he lowered his head to her chest. He sucked her nipple through the lace fabric of her bra. She wore a white bra with a matching pair of lace panties. Underwear was one of her greatest weaknesses.

He moved to her other breast, sucking the tip inside.

“Your tits are so large. They fill my hand perfectly. I want to watch them bounce in front of my face as I fuck you hard.”

She reached around the back of his neck, gripping his hair, she tugged him down. He had to stop talking. He released her hand, wrapping both of his around her, trapping her against the counter and his hard body. His hands were everywhere, in her hair, running down her back. He didn’t hold one part of her but kept touching everywhere. She couldn’t focus, nor did she care.

She pulled away from his cock to tug at the belt of his jeans. At the same time, he shoved her jeans down her thighs. The rough fabric scraped along her skin in the process. She didn’t care about the bite of pain. He lifted her up onto the counter as if she weighed nothing. Her legs were thrown open, and he yanked her panties off. His fingers glided through her core, and he slammed a finger inside her.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.”

“Condom. You need a condom.” She panted. The smallest touch of his finger and she was ready to go up in flames. He kicked off his jeans, reaching down into the back pocket. She watched as he threw at least four onto the table, while using the fifth to slide over his dick. She didn’t want to think about why he had so many condoms.

Watching him work the latex over his cock turned her on. He still wore a shirt, and hers was open, revealing her chest.

“Don’t you want any foreplay, baby?” he asked.

“No. I just want your dick inside me.”

He aligned the tip to her entrance. She stared down seeing how big he was. In one jarring thrust, half of his dick was inside her. Jessica couldn’t help but scream out. He was huge, and there wasn’t any room for her to go.

Snake was making her very aware of the fact she’d not had sex in a long time.