“Puh-lease, do it already,” she whines, her eyes heavy.
Pushing the head of my cock into her wetness, her head whips back, and her body tenses. Jesus Christ, she’s tight as hell. Every time I fuck her, her * suffocates my dick into submission.
The feeling of her warm * tight around my cock makes my balls squeeze with satisfaction.
“Are you a spoiled little brat, Jillian?” My voice is husky as I look down at my length pressing into her pink lips. She doesn’t respond, so I give her ass another slap.
“Yes, I’m a brat,” she moans. “Just don’t stop.” She arches her ass into me, and both of my hands fly to her waist, digging my fingers into them. Her small body fits perfectly between my hips; it’s so tight and toned, I can’t help but run my hand along her back. I push her shirt up and caress her soft skin, my teeth gritting with satisfaction.
I thrust the rest of my length into her and grab on to either side of the couch, boxing her in. Her sweet cunt soaks my dick, her hair smelling of flowery shit.
I drive into her, over and over, the couch screeching against the floor as we move it back and forth.
“Oh, my God,” she moans, her head lolled against my shoulder. Taking one hand off the couch, I pull her tits out of her top, needing to watch them bounce as I plow into her relentlessly.
“Harder?” I ask, wanting to unleash more.
“Yes!” she whimpers, the word making my cock hum with the urge to come.
Picking up the momentum, I thrust into her harder, and she mewls.
I fist her hair, pulling her back flush against my chest.
“I will not let you walk away from me, Jillian.”
“Oh, God, yes,” she moans, her body coiling tight as her legs widen.
Knowing she’s there, I push her over the couch and suck on my thumb, getting it wet. I slide my hand down her back, pressing my thumb against the opening of her ass. Her body tenses with the intrusion, but she doesn’t ask me to stop.
God, I want to slip my dick in there so bad. I dig my fingers into her hip, and clench my eyes shut. The urge to drive into her ass making me go mad.
I slowly push my thumb in, and she comes. Hard. Slowly, I pump my thumb in and out of her tightness.
Her body tenses and relaxes, then tenses again. Her * strangles my cock, her ass throbbing against my thumb.
My balls pull like a vise before releasing so much pressure a guttural moan rips from my chest. My head falls back, and a roar spills from my throat.
I resist pulling out, wanting to fill her with my cum. But I manage to at the last second, and spray little pearls over her ass.
I pull my thumb from her ass and step back, out of breath, my body covered in sweat. Seeing her bent over the couch, my cum smeared on her perfect little ass, with different shades of my handprint marring her flawless skin? That’s a fucking sight, one for a goddamn Hallmark card, if you ask me.
“You stuck your finger in my ass,” she pants, hanging over the couch.
“You liked it,” I mutter, thumbing the bead of cum threatening to spill from my dick. Smirking, I look up and find her staring right at me. Her eyes flash between embarrassment and satisfaction.
“It’s okay, Jillian. Nothing to be ashamed about. I thought it was hot as fuck to see you come so undone.”
Her cheeks flush, her gaze dropping to the floor.
“I did like it. It felt, I don’t know… bad.”
The corner of my mouth lifts into a smirk. Seeing my good girl going bad, I’m ready to take her again. Bad looks so good on her.
“Next time, my dick is taking that ass cherry.”
JILLIAN
Climbing out of the shower, I wipe the mirror off and look at myself. My hair is wet and curling, the little bruising around my chest from the wreck is starting to turn an ugly yellow hue, but my lip is almost healed.
‘That I have someone who’s proud to be by my side. Someone who’s not ashamed of taking me out.’ Sara’s words flash through my head, making me frown into the mirror.
It’s stupid really, the catty bullshit she pulled. However, that one sentence has seemed to stick with me, bothering me. Will Zeek and I always have to hide? Will he and I only resort to staying at my house for dates?
The bathroom door opens and Zeek steps in, headed to the toilet. He glances my way before stopping.
“What’s wrong?”
I look down at the sink. I didn’t even say anything and he still noticed something is wrong.
“Why would something be wrong? I’m fine.”
He widens his stance and crosses his arms. “I may have only known you a short time, but in that time, I have learned when you’re lying.” He grabs my chin gently, forcing me to turn and look at him. “And you’re lying.”
Swallowing hard, I pull my chin from his grip.
“It’s stupid.” I shake my head.