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I scramble to crawl away and then try to get to my feet, but Jackson's body collides with mine, knocking me to my back on the floor. I can feel him crawling up my body, gaining control of me. Then he's using his weight to pin me to the carpet, his mouth biting at me in the darkness, the tops of my breasts, my neck, my jaw, as his hands tear at my clothes.
"You animal," I shout. "Get off of me."
I slap at his face, his mouth on me giving away where to hit. The sound of my hand making contact fills the room, and I go still at the growl that tears out of him.
"You know what they say about provoking animals."
I whimper, feeling what I always seem to when he and I are together; fear and excitement. Trepidation and desire. Anxiety and lust. He doesn't seem to notice or mind the pain of me pulling on his hair to stop him from pushing up my shirt, because he does it with ease before pushing down the cups of my bra. His mouth goes lower, capturing a nipple in his mouth. My mouth drops open, ready to moan but a shocked gasp comes out instead when he bites down on my nipple, hard, painful, sexy. Then just as quickly, he's circling it with his tongue, easing the pain as his hands creep up my legs.
I twist, trying to get him off me and he lets my nipple go, moving to my belly, biting me again. I scream out this time.
"Do I need to show you what an animal can do again, or are you gonna be a good little whore and do what I tell you to?" he asks.
"Let me go.” I plead instead of answering.
"Do decide quickly." I feel his teeth at my skin again, ready to give me pain, ready to give me pleasure.
"I'll be good," I stammer out.
He licks my belly and gives a satisfied hum before saying, "I'm going to take your pants off now. If you resist, I'll sink my teeth into your thigh so hard, you'll never be able to get rid of the marks."
Why do I want to test if he'll actually do it? Why does the idea of permanently having his marks on me turn me on so much? But I do stay still, as his body lifts off of mine, as I feel his hands come to my pants, as he brings them and my panties down at the same time until they're dragging over my feet. And then in the darkness, in the silence, I am nothing but a woman waiting for him to use her, control her, take her any way that he wants to.
I hear something to the side, and my head jerks to look there. I can't see a thing, but just knowing he's not near me right now makes me feel a sense of loss I know I shouldn't. What is he doing? What is he waiting for?
"On your knees," his deep voice says from somewhere near my feet now.
I look that way again, even knowing I won't be able to see anything. But it's like I can feel him there, standing over me, watching me, waiting for me to do as he's said. So I do.
I turn onto my belly and push up until I'm on my hands and knees, looking behind me, wondering if he can feel my eyes onhim like I can his. He comes behind me, roughly shoving on the back of my neck until my cheek is against the carpet, my arms stretched out in front of me, no longer bracing my body. He moves his hand to my lower back and pushes down until I'm arching as much as I can. Then he’s widening my thighs so his body can settle between them. I can feel his hard cock rubbing against me, through my wetness, the tip hitting my clit, not enough but just enough to have me fighting not to push back into him.
Then he does nothing. His body above me, his harsh breaths filling the silence in between my shaky, needy ones. My body below his, aching for him, barely holding back from reaching between us so I can slip him inside of me. He's leaning over me, his chest to my back, a hand stroking up my arm until it settles on my neck, fingers gripping my throat. A sharp breath leaves me when they tighten.
"Do you feel that?" he whispers in my ear. "Your need for me filling this room? My skin is thrumming with all the things I can practically feel you asking me to do to you. I can smell your desire for me to fuck you coming from between your thighs, filling the air. You can pretend you don't want me all you want, but this-" A gasp leaves me at the sudden feeling of his fingers on my pussy. "This doesn't lie. Your pussy is fucking vibrating for me." He moves his fingers to my opening, and I tighten around him. "This greedy tight hole pleading for me." He brings his hand up, between my ass cheeks, and presses a finger to my ass, and it tightens as well. "And this tight hole begging for me to fill it. Do you want to admit that you want everything I chased you down to do to you?"
I shake my head, as much as I can with one cheek pressed to the floor and his face pressed against the other.
He laughs, straightening, both hands moving, one from where it was gripping my throat, and the other from where he still had a finger pressed to my hole, teasing, tempting, and hopefully, promising. One goes to between us, bringing his cock right to where I desperately need him to be.
"We’ll see if your answer changes by the time I’m done with you.”
He drives into me, making my cheek rub harshly against the carpet, making something between a moan and gasp leave me, making my fingers and toes curl.
"Look at you." It's more of an accusation as he slams into me again. "Making those sounds while you're trying to pretend you don’t love my cock being inside of you." Another slam into me. "You're nothing but a dirty whore, writhing on my cock, your body begging me for more."
A strangled groan bursts out of my mouth as he thrusts into me again, going so deep it hurts, pounding into me so hard, my pussy is already aching. It's so much more intense in the dark when I can't see anything, when it doesn't matter that my hair is covering my face, when it seems like the rest of the world has faded and there's only him and I. Like what we do right now, in the darkness of this room, is all that matters. The smacking of our bodies meeting, our groans, moans, gasps, and shuddering breaths the only sounds in our world. The chaotic pace he's set, the frantic thrusting of his cock into me, his hands holding me too tightly, and his filthy words, collectively giving me the only pleasure that could ever satisfy me. It's all here right now, and it feels like all I'll ever need.
He twists the material at the back of my shirt, using it to bring my body back as he slams into me even faster. I can barely breathe, but what the hell does breathing matter when I canfeel an orgasm just out of my reach? How does air compare to the bliss his every thrust is promising now, each time his cock strokes into me driving me closer and closer to the tension that's been coiled in me from the moment he told me to run.
"I feel you tightening around me," he groans, pulling on my shirt so hard that it jerks me up to him. My back against his thundering heart, his arm now wrapped around my middle, holding me tight to him, his cock driving up into me. And all the while, his mouth is at my ear, whispering the sexiest of words to me. "You're about to come, aren't you? Make my cock even wetter, make it easier for me to slide in and out of this tight pussy. You lie, but your body, this pussy, the sounds you're trying so desperately but failing to keep quiet, they tell me the truth of what you need. If you just admit it, I'll give it to you, whore. Go on."
"No," I cry, hating that I deny it, because God, it's so close now, just at my fingertips, a living, breathing thing.
"No?" he pants, licking the shell of my ear. My pussy tightens around him again. "No?" he groans before sucking the skin of my neck into his mouth.
I shudder against him, my body preparing now, getting tight right along with the tension that's poised to snap.
"No?" he asks me once more, but this time while he gives me a savage thrust and bites down on my shoulder so hard it turns cold with pain.
