time I make you scream, I’ll drag your difficult ass back to my warehouse and bend you over my bed and fuck you for as long as you need.”
I swallow hard.
Jericho starts prowling toward me. Slowly. Each step laced with a pause.
“There’s more than one way to get the fight out,” he tells me, his eyes flickering with carnal heat. “I’ll dominate you from behind. I’ll take you up against my wall. I’ll watch as you buck on top of me with those perfect tits swinging in my face. I’ll spank your ass until it’s stained pink with my fingers, and then I’ll shove my cock in your mouth and make you swallow me down. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be too exhausted to want to fight anything.”
I’m frozen. Completely stuck in so much lust that my muscles become anarchists, following zero rules.
Jericho reaches me, his body looking so much larger all of a sudden, the expanse of him covering me in darkness.
“What’s it gonna be, Fighter Jet?”
God, my eyes could roll to the back of my head at the way he says my name on a growl.
I can smell his desire for me like a salty wind carried in from the ocean. And my own scent rises to meet him.
He grins in the darkness, white teeth glinting. “Hmm. That was easy,” he says, brushing loose hair away from my face. “I think you like the idea of taking your aggression out by riding my cock instead, don’t you?”
I open my mouth to argue, only to realize I don’t want to. “Yes.”
I slam my lips onto his, and we tear into each other’s mouths. I’m so wet, so suddenly needy, that all desire to fight or perform or run or shift has completely left me. I need Jericho, and I need him now.
I don’t know who gets their pants off quicker, him or me, but the second I’m bare from the waist down, I’m yanking his shirt over his head and raking my nails down his chest. Hard.
“Fuck, female,” he says with a hiss as trickles of blood come from the scratch marks. “Showing your claws already?”
“Shut up,” I snap, because I can’t talk. I need to feel. I need to fight-fuck. I need it rough. And he’s going to give it to me.
I shove at his chest and hook my right leg over his hip. Reaching down to grab his dick, I wrap my hands around him, ready to guide him into my dripping wet pussy, but Jericho shoves my hand away.
“Oh no, Jet. You’re not running this show.”
Excitement trills through me as Jericho spins me around and slams a hand against my spine, shoving me against the cafeteria table.
The cold, hard surface makes my nipples tighten and my skin pinch, but before I can move, a hand comes down against my ass with a slap.
“Fuck!”
I try to move, but Jericho has a firm hold on my spine and another slap against my ass has a noise coming out of me that I don’t even recognize. It’s...needy. Feminine. Completely fucking wanton.
“Jesus, I can see your ass turning pink just from those two little taps. You look good with my handprint on you.”
I moan at the visual, because for some goddamn reason, that’s suddenly the hottest thing I’ve ever imagined. Jericho makes me stupid with lust.
He spanks me again, hard enough that my body jolts forward, making my clit cram against the edge of the table. My entire body shudders at the contact, making Jericho pause. “Ah, your greedy pussy likes that, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I moan, because I can’t deny it. “Fuck me. Fuck me right now.”
Jericho gives me another slap, this time on the other cheek. My body jolts against the edge of the table again, and my clit throbs. My pussy clenches. I could orgasm right now, but I hold it back. I want more. I need hard and rough. I need to be filled and taken wildly, right here in the middle of the room.
Jericho’s hand strokes over my stinging ass, sliding up the curve and then slowly making its way up my spine until he grabs a fistful of my hair. “You like fighting me. You like it when I earn it. When I dominate you. You like it rough, don’t you, Jet?”
“Put your cock in me, you dick!”
He wrenches my head back, forcing my back to arch and a groan to escape my lips. “God, that mouth. I’m gonna have to fill