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“Back at you!”
He grabbed my arm and spun me into his chest, slamming his mouth down on mine in a kiss that was full of our anger at each other. I bit his lip and he spanked me, hard. He yanked the clip out of my hair and fisted it and I dug my nails over his shoulders. It was hard and punishing but I wanted all of it. When he ripped his mouth away from mine, his lips were red and swollen from the harshness of it.
I yanked at his shirt and bent down to bite his chest as soon as he finished ripping the shirt over his head. He gripped my hair and tugged my head back before he ripped my nice shirt right down the middle and then completely off me. He pinned my hair to the wall in his fist and lowered his mouth to suck at my nipples until they were just as red and swollen as his lips. I fought to stay quiet, wanting to stubbornly withhold my cries from him, but I had no choice when he yanked my skirt up and ripped my panties off. My cry of pleasure was raw and full of curses.
He strummed my clit at a breathtaking speed and right before I came, he pulled his hand away and sucked at the skin around my nipples. “Good girls come, Layla. That’s not you.”
I shoved at him, angry and emotional. “If you won’t do it, I will.”
He grabbed my ruined panties from the floor and set my 4H club record to shame when he knotted my wrists in the panties over a part of the bathroom frame. In seconds, he had my hands bound over my head and me at his mercy.
I fought against the bind but quickly realized I wasn’t going anywhere unless he wanted me to. “You asshole!”
He spun me around so my ass was exposed and then I felt his teeth on me. I cried out his name and he growled his approval while working my skirt off completely. I was naked except for my kitten heels and I couldn’t even remember if I’d managed to unlock the bathroom door when I’d tried to leave.
I heard his zipper inch down and whimpered. I needed him. I opened my mouth to tell him as much when his hand landed across my ass. The sting was instant and a beat later came the pulse in my core. I pressed my ass out farther and screamed when he rained several hard slaps down on the bottom curve of my cheeks. The sting was more intense and then the throbbing started. I panted his name over and over, not even sure what I was asking for.
“This is what you need, Layla. Not some nice guy who thinks wild sex is when he pretends to be the pizza guy. I can smell you. You’re dripping all this sweet honey down your thighs because I’m spanking you. You need a bite to your pleasure. Pretty boy will never bite.” Jones sank his teeth into my shoulder to prove his point and laughed when I rubbed my ass against him, trying to find some kind of release. “What do you need, Layla?”
I was close to tears as I rubbed myself against him. “I need to come. Please, Jones!”
He ran his nose up the side of my neck and spun me back around so I was facing him. Running his fingers down to my nipples, he pinched them until I screamed his name and then he sucked them into his mouth, one by one, and sucked me right to the edge of my sanity. But then his fingers were on my clit and I was so close so fast. Just as I was about to crest that pleasure, he pulled his hand away again. “What did I say? Only good girls get to come.”
I pressed my thighs together, trying to get any friction at all, but he stepped between my legs and kept them apart. “Goddammit, Jones! You’re torturing me!”
He slowly finished undressing and nodded. “Now you know what it feels like. Seeing you giggling with another man is torture.”
I stared at his cock and at how hard it was. I wanted it inside me desperately. I bit my lip and whimpered. “Please.”
“You think you deserve to come?” He stroked himself and brushed his knuckles over my lower stomach. “Maybe I should just come on you and go.”
I sobbed his name. “I need you! I’m sorry, Jones! I need you! I don’t want anyone else. I don’t want to be away from you. I want you and I miss you. Please, I need you to touch me. I need you to erase the other images in my head.Please!”
He swore and pulled me into his arms as much as he could. “There you go, baby. That’s my good girl. I’ll take care of you. There’s no one else, Firecracker. Only you.”
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Jones
MychestcrackedasI twisted Layla around and thrust into her from behind. I wrapped one arm around her waist and dropped my hand to her clit and with my other hand, I gripped her hair and tugged her head back until her back arched and she pressed her ass out even farther. I could feel her full ass resting completely on me and I growled before letting her feel everything I’d been feeling.
I fucked Layla with all the anger and frustration and jealousy I’d felt for weeks, feeling her ass bounce off my stomach with every thrust, hearing the clap of our skin meeting over and over until it consumed me and I chased that sound. Like a man chasing his accolades, I fucked Layla and growled my pleasure into her ear when our bodies clapped for me.
I no longer teased her clit. I stroked it with purpose, demanding she come for me and then continue coming. When she screamed through her first orgasm turning into a second, I tugged her hair tighter and drank in the sounds she made as she came a third time and then a fourth. I was a monster, determined to ruin her for anyone else. She was mine. Ours.
“Over my dead body will you marry some vanilla douche and fake your orgasms when you can come like this, baby. No man would ever make it to the altar to even try to do that to you. It’s us. You deserve more than pretending.” I let go of her hair to wrap my arm around her and hold the front of her throat. Her pulse hammered against my palm. “You deserve men who will fight for you. You deserve men who will fuck you the way you need it and then hold you because we fucking care. You belong with us.”
Layla screamed my name as another powerful orgasm rocked her and her come splashed on the ground between my feet. I still wanted more, though. I didn’t slow down. She squirmed and tried to twist her hips to dislodge my fingers from her clit but I was a greedy asshole. I fucked her until tears leaked down her face and she’d come so many times that the floor under us was soaked.
“One more. Just one more for me, baby.” I pressed soft kisses up her neck and turned her face to mine so I could kiss her. I kissed her slow, the way vanilla guy would’ve when he told her he loved her. I worked my hips into her slower, dragging out my pleasure. “Come for me one more time like a good girl.”
She looked at me through sex-drunk eyes and nodded. “For you.”
I pressed my forehead to hers and watched her beautiful face pinch as she drew closer to another orgasm. I stopped fighting the need to come and when I met her gaze again, her blown out pupils nearly covered all of her pretty blues. “You’re ours, baby. The way your body drinks in our come and the way this feels so fucking right? It means something.”
She was breathless as she hovered between the pleasure and the pain of her orgasm. Still, she managed to speak so clearly when she spoke what felt like a promise. “Yours.”
That one word triggered my orgasm and she came with me, trembling in my arms and chanting my name as she cried out. Her body went limp in my arms after that final orgasm and I sank to the floor on top of my jeans with her in my arms, rocking her and taking the panties off her wrists. I stroked her face, wiping away sweat and hair that stuck to it. I held her while she seemed to hover somewhere between consciousnesses. Watching her, I knew that I loved her. I’d never even felt love until Mack’s mom took me in and I’d never known it since, but I knew what I felt when I looked at Layla was love.
