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“Please.” I whimper against him, trying to find release. I don’t care if I look like a maniac grinding against him, I need an orgasm, and I need one now.
He peels me off the wall and stomps to my bedroom. Kicking my door shut, he uncurls my legs from around him and sets me on the ground. My pants drop. Reaching into his shorts, he pulls out his impressive erection, gripping it hard. My mouth waters as I watch him squeeze at the base. It looks angry and rock fucking solid. An angry red hue at around the head, giving away his arousal. I’m about to drop to my knees to suck him off when he grabs onto my hair again.
“No. Can’t wait.”
He grabs me around the legs again, lifting me in the air and pressing me up against my bedroom wall. Lining up his erection, he slides in my wet heat in one thrust. I miniature orgasm,justlike that. My legs quake and my chest seizes as he pummels into me over and over again. It feels like I can barely breathe as my walls pulsate around his erection, sucking him deeper and deeper into me.
His thrashes inside of me, throbbing with each thrust and I arch my back, feeling like I need to escape him and melt into him at the same time.
“You’re perfect. So, fucking perfect.” He whispers, each thrust harder than the next. I reach my arms back and grab onto the doorframe behind me. He grabs onto my hips and moves them in rhythm with his.
The only thing to be heard in this room is our heavy breaths as we attempt to fuck our frustration and hate out of each other.
He lifts me off him and turns me around, setting me on my knees on the bed. His hand trails along my ass, creating shivers to break out along my spine.
Slap.
“Ahh!” I cry out.
He rams his cock into me again, and I let out a squeak as it hits my stomach. I can feel him everywhere as he stays seated all the way to the hilt, unmoving.
“Fucking move!” I scream, overwhelmed with all the emotions running through me.
Slap.
He wraps my hair around his hand and uses it as a handle as he crashes into me again and again, and I can’t take it. I scream, tears falling down my face as I hit the peak of my orgasm and fall down on the bed. Jackson comes down with me as he finds his own release, moaning and letting out the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard in my life.
Bang, bang.
“Are you guys seriously fucking in there?” Rose screeches from the other side of my bedroom door.
Jackson falls back on the bed, and I cover my face with my hands as I let out a groan.
“Oh, no.” I look over at Jackson and see him already staring at me in contemplation.
“I totally forgot she was coming over.” I whisper.
He sighs, sitting up and tucking himself back into his shorts. “Are you leaving?” I ask, suddenly feeling embarrassed and a little regretful, to be honest.
It’s always like this, and I don’t know why. We get together and then he goes silent afterwards. How else am I supposed to feel? It’s like he shuts down, and I feel self-conscious every single time.
“Do you want me to leave, or…?” Rose shouts.
“Just… hold on!” I shout. I look at Jackson as I stand up and grab my shorts. “Are you staying? Rose was going to go over some of those folders with me.”
He freezes, turning around and looking down at me. “You mean, Rose is going to help you choose the parent forourchild?” His voice is flat, void of all emotions.
I swallow, somehow feeling like I did something wrong. Did I? It’s not like Jackson has really wanted to be a part of this experience, anyway.
“Uh, yeah?”
“I’m out of here.” He pulls his hood back up and grabs onto the door handle, swinging it open. It flies back and hits the wall.
“Jackson, please!” I follow him, walking past a confused looking Rose. “Don’t be upset. I wanted you to help, but I feel like you’re just going to get mad at me! And look what happened,you’re mad!”
His face turns red, and I know he wants to rip this house apart.
“You know why I’m mad, Cara?” He roars. He points at the room, fury in his voice and hatred in his eyes. “Because for once in my life, I want someone tolisten to me! I’ve told you repeatedly that I want this kid, but you don’t give a flying fuck!” He flings his arms out at his sides, and my bones shake. I’ve never seen Jackson this mad before. He might even be angrier than when I told him I was pregnant. “But you know what? Fuck it! Give the child up for adoption. You want help picking out the parents formykid? Here.” He walks over to the table and picks up a folder. “How about this one?” He whips the folder at me, and I duck to escape the flying papers.
