But Jessa couldn’t stop him. Not that she wanted to stop him. Each inch hurt more but then it all started to feel impossibly good. The way he pulled back and thrust forward with precision. The way his hands knew where to touch and how to touch. Jessa lifted her feet off the bed and touched her ankles to the back of Blaine’s legs. She felt his muscles flexing each time he pounded forward.
When his mouth touched her neck, her body went into overdrive again. He kissed down to her left breast and took her back into his mouth. He sucked harder than before. Jessa grabbed at his hair, letting out another wild cry. But Blaine didn’t stop. He fucked her harder, sucked at her harder. Everything got harder, including him. When his teeth pulled against her sensitive nipple, she pulled at his hair. Blaine pulled away with resistance, leaving Jessa with a stinging pain in her breast.
Blaine put his hands to her breast and lifted up. Jessa then slapped him across the face. She gasped as Blaine smiled. He was still fucking her the entire time.
“I don’t care,” he whispered. “Do it again if you need to.”
Jessa did it again. Her right connected with this cheek, this time a little softer. Her nails curled, dug, and she pulled at him. Her body was on fire with urges she never knew she had. Her right hand clawed at his neck, demanding his mouth to hers. They kissed. Her other hand reached down and she crunched up, needing to touch his beautiful ass. Her hand was too small to battle against his ass flexing. She hooked her ankles together and started to thrust back at Blaine.
He went deeper. He went faster. The sound of their sex filled the room. From the squeak of the bed to Jessa’s hopeless groans to Blaine’s rattlesnake hisses.
Each thrust forward, Blaine’s body crashed harder to Jessa’s thighs. Every muscle ached from what Blaine was doing to her. Her climaxes were soon connected, leaving the tingling feeling endless. She found comfort in kissing Blaine’s neck, biting at him, wanting him to feel pain.
But she knew the only way Blaine felt pain was in his heart. That’s why he did so much. That’s why he took everything out through sex. Because it helped. Because it worked.
Jessa couldn’t argue with that theory though. She was on the receiving end of Blaine and it was working.
His hands slithered down her body and moved around to her ass. He lifted her off the bed, making her all his. Jessa tried to rock her hips but Blaine squeezed and was in complete control. He growled into her ear. She felt him getting thicker by the second.
The tips of his fingers pulled at her, spreading her, one of his fingers inching closer to somewhere else. His fingers kneaded and then dug into her ass. Both her hands were wrapped tight around Blaine’s neck, clinging onto him as though if she let go she would fall off a cliff. There was nothing she could do but wait for the end… or wait for what he was going to do next. As his fingers played with her body, rubbing, pressing, making her jump and whimper, wondering if he would actually do something back there, Blaine let out groan.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he said.
He pulled back and out of her body. There was a split second where Jessa felt herself desperate. Her sex shivered. Blaine slid right back into her, stealing her breath. He then started to come. His thick cock pulsed over and over, filling her. Each time he came, he thrust and grunted. Jessa moaned, feeling every inch of Blaine deep inside her.
Jessa forced a hand between their bodies and felt the hard ripples of Blaine’s stomach as he kept going. It was like he would never stop coming.
Jessa then expected Blaine to pull out and just leave. That was his style, right? After all, they were just having angry sex. They were having guilt filled sex.
Blaine pulled back, leaving just the tip of his dick resting against her delicate flower. He made fists and put them to the bed. He stared down at her.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” Jessa whispered.
“Then I shouldn’t be doing this,” Blaine said.
He thrust forward. Jessa felt her back arch. She grabbed for the sheets and let out a groan.
Blaine started to fuck her again.
That’s when she realized it was going to be a long fucking night.
eleven.
Blaine had a cup of coffee and a bottle of beer in front of him. He looked forward and saw the residue of the whiskey from where Jessa had thrown the bottle at him. The glass was still on the floor. He was sitting in the chair she had thrown at him. Right behind him was the wall where he had pinned her against and started the night. Hell, he sat at the table where he devoured her. Tasted her sweet pussy until she came so hard he thought the table was going to break.
It was almost virginal with her last night. Then again, anyone who experienced Blaine for the first time was in some ways a virgin.