She’s supposed to be scared, but within twenty seconds, she’s willingly giving herself over to me. I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want her. She’s consuming, grinding her little pussy against my pulsing cock like she’s desperate for it. Not scared, not frightened. She wants the bad man to catch her. She wants to put on a little performance for a stalker and thenlethim fuck her.
I slide into her soaked cunt, bottoming out as her head lolls back against the tile. Her eyes closed, she crosses her ankles, binding herself against me. And then I start to thrust. Gyrating, rough and unrelenting, as she squirms in my arms. My thighs are burning, my arms tensing as I pound into her. Every workout, every training exercise I’ve done with the army, it’s all been for this. So I can hold her up and fuck her for as long as she needs to come. For as long as she needs to fulfill this fantasy she has of being watched, owned,possessed.
“You’re meant to be scared, princess. Remember?”
“Shut up, don’t stop. And don’t tell me what to do.”
“You’re gonna come for me, Katie? Bet you never thought you’d put on a little show for me so I can stroke my cock whilst you fingered yourself, did you?”
“Stop. Goddamn. Talking,” she groans, her head falling forward so she can bite on my neck. A sick part of me hopes it leaves a mark just so I can tattoo the imprint of her teeth on my skin.
“Your mouth is saying one thing, but your soaked cunt is saying something else. She likes it when I talk dirty to you. What would Katie from last month say if she knew what you were doing with me right now? She'd be disgusted.”
“Stop . . .”
“She wouldn’t believe you’d stoop so lowto let Jacob Jones fuck you hard in your own shower.”
Her pussy pulses, and I shift my leg so I’m resting my foot on the wooden bench, almost seating her on my lap. With one hand, I use my thumb to press down between us, finding her swollen clit easily, rubbing it round and round.
“Last time was a one-off—you’re never gonna get me off again,” she lies weakly. There’s no power behind her words. No truth.
“You’re a dirty liar, Katie. I know you—”
“You think because you’ve slept around that you can get a woman off—”
“I can get you off, princess.” She pulses again, grinding harder now as her fingernails dig into my shoulders. I take the opportunity to pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger, and she bucks like a bull at a rodeo.
“Yes, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“Say my name, princess. Say my name and I won't stop for a second.”
She grunts against my neck, fighting the impulse to defy me like she has the last eight years since I got back from Afghanistan.
“Say it.”
“No.”
I pull my hand away, chasing my own orgasm instead of focusing on her. I’m so close, the base of my spine tingles, my balls are full, hard, ready to spill into her.
She groans against my neck. “Fine.Pleasetouch me again.”
“You’re so fucking pretty when you beg, baby. But you’re missing a key element here. Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me what Ineedto hear.”
“Jonesy,” she breathes. “Touch me, Jonesy.”
Jesus, I need to slow my thrusts.
I slip my hand back down between us, pressing hard on her clit, and within seconds she’s writhing. Nails embedding themselves in my shoulders, a hard bite against my neck that I’ll have to explain to my superior officer on Monday, a rumbling moan of my name whimpering against my skin like a prayer. Her body stiffens in my arms as I thrust into her, my own climax hitting me like a shot to the chest.
She’s everything. Everything I’ve ever dreamed of. She takes what she needs, doesn’t give in easily, but when she does...God, it’s like I’ve earned it. Like I’ve earnedher. I set her down, her legs unhooking from my waist, but I keep my hands on her so she can catch her breath. My chest is warm, my breathing labored, and I crush my mouth to hers.
???
Despite my nakedness, I pretend to pull a cigarette from my shirt pocket, place it in my mouth, cupping the end as I use a pretend lighter. My eyes roll back as I take a drag, and I blow out thenon-existent smoke. Katie laughs, leans forward, and uses two fingers to remove said cigarette from my mouth before taking a long drag herself, blowing out air onto my lips. Her little pout is so sexy, even as she’s pretending to smoke, hair all mussed.
With sheets perfectly placed around her delectable curves, she sighs, her head resting against my thigh, her red hair fanned out and tickling my legs.
I know she’s not going to ask, so I do it for her.
