my hands against it as he starts fucking me hard and fast. Just the way I like it.
“I love the way your tits bounce when I fuck you like this.”
Well, I love the way his dick disappears into my cunt with every thrust, but I’m too breathless to say that.
“Make me come,” I order, because my body is already strung tight, needing yet another release, and I’m not a patient person when it comes to sex. Maybe it’s all the years I’ve been forced to have forbidden quickies with Cliff, but I like getting my orgasms quickly.
“Not yet,” Jericho says, making my eyes snap up to his face.
“Yes yet,” I counter before bringing my hand down to my clit. I’ll do the job myself.
But the bastard boar pulls out of me as soon as I touch it, making a snarl of protest leave my lips. “What the fuck?” I snap as he stands up beside the bed.
“I said, not yet.” Jericho grips me by the waist and flips me over and then taps on my thigh. “Ass up, head down.”
A submissive pose. I bristle. “Eat a dick.”
He laughs. “Careful. Or I’ll make you do that too.”
His threat does wicked things to my pussy. I love it when he dominates me. Not many males could do it. Not many of them would even want to, to be honest.
I’m difficult. I’m not sweet or kind or flirty or even very feminine. I’m a pain in the ass. A proud bitch. I scare most males away, and I’ve only ever allowed myself to show the softer side of me with Cliff.
But Jericho is something else altogether. He likes my difficultness. He likes the push and pull. And I like it too.
The fact that he’s not intimidated by me or that he doesn’t just write me off as too difficult, is a huge turn-on. Jericho likes all my hard edges, and instead of trying to dull them down, it’s like he’s giving me permission to be sharp—he’s giving me the freedom to slice and jab whenever I want, because he’s up for the challenge. He thrives on it, even. I fucking love that.
And that’s what I’ve realized during our three day sex-fest. The arguing, the taunts, the challenges and the threats—it’s all foreplay.
When I still don’t move, Jericho brings a hand down against my ass cheek with a crack. I flinch at the sting of pain and glare at him over my shoulder as I sit up on my hands and knees. “What the hell, Pig?”
“Close, but not quite,” he says, eyeing my position. “I said ass up, head down.”
“How about I put you on your ass?” I fire back.
Jericho clicks his tongue in reprimand, his hand sliding up the crack of my ass before moving up to press against my shoulder blades. He shoves my upper body down against the mattress with one hand, and I move to fight him on it, but I’m deterred when his other arm slips around my hip, and his fingers start toying with my clit.
“My Fighter Jet needs to be dominated and fucked again. She’s getting mouthy.”
I open my mouth to tell him off, but a groan escapes me instead as his index finger does wicked things to me, somehow moving exactly the way I want him to.
“What was that?” he teases.
“Shit...”
My body tenses, climbing up, up, up...
“Don’t come yet.”
The bastard says that like it’s some royal fucking decree, but if he thinks I’m going to listen, he—
Slap!
His hand connects with my ass again, as if he knew my train of thought. “You motherfuck!” I scream, but it shifts into a groan that I smother into the pillow, because his dick slams into me once more, and holy shit, this angle is bliss.
“You were going to come,” he says roughly. “I needed to make sure you were paying attention to my directions.”
“You...” My words trail off, because it’s just too fucking good. And somehow, the stinging on my ass is making it all so much more intense, like pleasure spikes from that warm, tingly spot on my cheek and acts like a direct signal to my pussy.
“You feel like perfection, Jet,” he says through a rocky voice and clenched jaw.
Me, I’m no longer capable of coherent speech. My teeth are biting into my arm as I do my damnedest not to scream out again and wake the whole warehouse.
“I want you to come around my cock like this,” he says, the sound of his flesh slapping against