you.”
I watch her closely as she bites her bottom lip. Nervously, she looks around the room as if she is thinking about how to get out of this.
Oh, bug, there is no getting away.
Run, and I’ll just drag you back here screaming.
She doesn’t look scared though, maybe uncomfortable, but not scared. Her cheeks are a light shade of pink but redden when she finally says, “In my room, lights off.”
Unable to stop myself, I smirk as I give her a nod and follow her into her bedroom. The lights are off in her room, but the hallway lamp shines enough light to let me see where the bed is before she closes the door, blanketing us in darkness.
I can hear her taking her clothes off, the sound of fabric hitting the ground. I shove my shorts and boxers down in one go before tugging my shirt off over my head.
“I want you on your hands and knees. No fucking talking. I don’t want to hear a whimper or cry. I just want to fuck you. You owe me that much for making me bleed the other day.”
“Fine,” she whispers, and I listen as she moves toward the bed, climbing up onto the mattress. Walking over to the bed, I go slow in the unfamiliar room. When I reach the bed, I feel around for her and find her as I asked, on her hands and knees.
Running a hand from her shoulder and down her arched back, I only stop when I’m cupping her firm ass. She shivers under my touch but doesn’t move or say anything. Positioning myself behind her, I run both hands over her lower back and ass, enjoying how smooth her skin is. My cock is impossibly hard, and my balls ache for release.
Fuck, why do I want her so badly? I could have any girl on campus, and yet I choose the enemy.
Keeping one hand on her slender hip, I snake the other down between her legs. My fingers trace her lips, her sweet arousal coating them already. She can act like the innocent, unwilling girl all she wants, but her body doesn’t lie.
She wants this, wants me to fuck her, probably as bad as I want to.
“You’re wet, bug. So, fucking wet. You act like you don’t want this. Like you hate me, and maybe you do, but we both know you love me fucking you.” The swollen head of my cock bumps against her entrance, and I pinch her clit between my fingers. I smile at the rapid intake of air into her lungs. She grows wetter and wetter, and soon I can’t help myself.
When I’m certain she’s wet enough to take me, I line my cock up with her entrance and enter her in one swift shift of my hips.
Tight as a glove, she clamps down around me, and my eyes roll to the back of my head for a moment. Fuck me. Of all the girls I’ve fucked, no one even remotely compares to how good Kennedy feels. She shouldn’t feel this good. I know it’s a trap. Still, I’m willing to fall into it over and over again. Pulling all the way out, I slam into her again. I do this a couple of times, pulling myself out to the tip just to slam into her until my balls kiss her ass.
I can hear the humph sound leaving her lips with every stroke, but aside from that, she doesn’t say a single word. A triumphant smile lifts my lips. I want to make her scream and chant my name from the heavens while she begs me to let her come.
As hard as it is, I go slow, keeping my strokes hard and even. Sweat drips down my back, and I grit my teeth, feeling her pussy flutter around me.
“No, you don’t get to come yet,” I growl, slowing once more. I take us both on this never-ending rollercoaster of almost-there pleasure. Fucking her hard and fast before coming to a stop, just to do it all over again. Kennedy is panting, but she’s not begging yet.
Pistoning my hips faster, it doesn’t take much to get her to the edge all over again. When I feel that she’s just about to peak, I pull completely out.
“Jackson!” She sags against the mattress in defeat.
“I told you not to talk.” I smack her ass hard. She whimpers, but that whimper soon becomes a moan when I slide back into her warm channel. Her slick