and moving a hand into my hair. He grabs a fistful of hair and tugs my head back, making my neck ache with the angle. My scalp burns, and for a moment, I am catapulted back to that night, the feeling too familiar.
No, no… I don’t want to think about that. Not now, not ever. This is Jackson, not him… I wanted this, asked for it. I force the ugly memories away and concentrate on the here and now. On Jackson. I can smell him all around me, his citrus scent. I am here. Not there.
He releases his hold on my hair, and I let my head fall back down, face-first into the couch cushion. He grabs the back of my neck tightly, so tight it hurts, but it also brings me intense pleasure as he fucks me with every ounce of hate he has.
“I hate you so much. Why did you have to do it? Why? We could’ve been more than this… I could’ve…” His words cut off, but the animalistic tone of them pushes me closer to the edge, and the pleasure trickles in slowly, building at the base of my spine.
“Please,” I beg unsure of what I’m actually asking him to do.
“You want to come? Come on my cock? You think you deserve that?”
“No. Yes. Please,” I gasp into the cushion. My lungs are burning, my entire body is a giant knot of pleasure building up to the breaking point. I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs. I want this. Need it so badly, I might die if I don’t get to come.
“Lucky for you, I really want to feel your pussy strangle my cock.” I can practically see the sinister smile on his lips as he swivels his hips, hitting a spot deep inside of me. It’s like being struck by lightning, every hair on your body stands on end, and you wonder if your heart might stop beating for one second.
“I…” Words try to escape me, but nothing comes out. My entire body tightens, my pussy clamps down on his cock so tightly I’m surprised he can still move inside of me.
Light forms behind my now closed eyes, and my entire body shakes as an orgasm rips through me, stealing the breath from my lungs. The pleasure is so intense, all I can do is sag against the sofa while Jackson uses my body. Aftershocks of pleasure tingle down my spine.
“Jesus, I’m coming,” Jackson warns as he explodes deep inside of me, his sticky warm release painting the inside of my womb. I wish I could see his face, see the pleasure overtake him, but we aren’t lovers, we aren’t even friends. We’re enemies, two broken souls floating through life, the results of a complete and utter tragedy. I knew what he was going to say to me a little bit ago, that he could’ve loved me, but that was the problem here, wasn’t it?
He could’ve loved me. He just never did. Part of me knows that if he was there that night, Jillian would still be here. I wouldn’t be broken, and neither would he. If only he would’ve loved me then, maybe things would’ve been different.
Something inside my chest fractures, and suddenly I’m overwhelmed with guilt and shame. The pleasure can only fog your brain for so long before reality comes crashing back through. This never should’ve happened. I know before he even pulls out that this was a mistake. Doing this with him has only complicated things further. I should be running away from him, not letting him fuck me on his couch. Tears start to form in my eyes, and bile rises up in my throat. I need to get out of here, leave, run away as far as I can, and never look back.
11
Jackson
My body is flooded with endorphins, floating on a cloud as I pull out of her. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life. I’m literally weak in my knees as I take a step back and look at Kennedy, still bent over the couch. With her perfectly shaped ass jutting out and her warm, wet pussy nestled between those creamy thighs, she is a sight to be seen. I could get used to seeing her like this. When I notice my come leaking out of her, my cock roars back to life.
Shit, I could fuck her again already. Looking down at my cock, I’m about to grab the iron rod when