“Then don’t. I told you, I’m not doing this tonight with you.”
“So that’s it? We’re not going to talk about it at all?” I try to curb my anger at his disregard of my needs.
“No–was thinking you could sit on my face then if I’m up to it, I’ll fuck you. Once I’ve had my fill, we’re gonna go to sleep, and tomorrow we’ll talk about it.” Ignoring the tightness in my stomach, I come up on my elbow to look down at him, unsure if he’s being serious or messing around. “Not fucking around, Bell.” His hands move to my waist, dragging me completely on top of him.
“Jesse, I’m not going to have sex with you when you’re angry at me.”
“Sweetheart, not gonna tell you again. I want you on my face, now.” His words are a direct hit between my legs. “No point in clenching, baby. I’m gonna eat you until you beg me to stop. Now stand up and slide those sexy panties down your legs.” Searching for some kind of clarity, I pause and try to catch up with what’s happening.
“Don’t fight it, sweetheart,” he urges. My chest tightens in excitement, and for reasons unknown to me, I do as I’m told and stand up on shaky legs on top of the bed.
Jesse’s hands come to either side of my legs, waiting for me to expose myself.
“Don’t have all night, and from that patch of wetness I can see, you’re ready for me. If you want, we can skip this part and I can bend you over, and fuck you hard.” His threat only serves more as a turn on as the ache between my legs takes on its own beat. “Panties off, now.”
“I know you’re angry, Jesse.” My hands move to the side of my panties. Hooking my fingers around the cotton material, I slowly slide them down my legs. “But I want to explain.” My eyes never leave his stare. “You have to understand why I did it.” I keep pushing, torn between wishing he would talk to me and just letting him take his anger out on me through sex.
He doesn’t respond in words; instead, his hands cover mine, forcing the material faster. One leg at a time, I step out of them and let Jesse throw them to the side.
“Spread ‘em.” His head rests back against his pillow. With shaking hands, I slowly part myself and give him a better view.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” His hand snakes out, running the tip of his finger through my wetness. A soft moan vibrates over my lips.
“Take your shirt off, sweetheart, and sit on my face.” I do as I’m told. Done with talking, I rip my shirt over my head, throwing it to the side, and move to stand directly over his face. His body slides down the bed until his mouth is directly under me. Still standing, I look down at his face.
Lust.
Hunger.
Need.
And anger all flick over his face as he waits for me.
“Drop to those knees, babe. Need to taste your sweetness.” Eager for us to be okay again, I don’t waste any more time and lower myself to just above his face.
“Fuck yeah,” he growls before pulling me down hard the rest of the way.
My legs spread wide to accommodate him and my hands find the headboard to stop myself from falling. He doesn’t linger, his tongue lashing out against my clit, drawing more pleasure than I deserve right now.
“Oh, God, Jesse.” My head rolls back as need pulses from within me. Jesse’s grip tightens at my hips as he pulls me down harder against his mouth. “Fuck,” I groan, starting to sound like Jesse and his filthy mouth as I grind my pussy on his face.
He growls his approval, the sound vibrating against my core, urging me to work faster.
“Yes,” I moan, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs. I don’t want it to end. I want to stay like this forever, sitting on Jesse’s face while he makes me come undone.
“Jesse, I—” I pant, the wave hitting me hard before I can finish my sentence. It only pushes Jesse further, his tongue lashing at me harder, faster and more brutally as he feasts on me like a starved man.
Jesus, can he breathe down there?
The thought hits me fast, before being replaced with another wave of pleasure. “Jesse, I’m gonna go again,” I prepare him, finding the rhythm in my hips. His own rhythm changes, a more demanding force takes over—owning and claiming me. “Yes, right there, Jesse. Don’t stop,” I beg, riding him with uninhibited movements in my search for release. Taking over, he holds me down, his grip tight and controlled.
“Hmmm,” he growls again, words not needed. I know he’s enjoying this. The way his mouth is devouring me, his enjoyment apparent with each lick and suck.
“Too much, Jesse, it’s too much,” I plead, as another wave builds. Did the last one even end?
He doesn’t let up, so instead, I try something else. “I need you, Jesse, need your cock.” I look down and watch as his eyes change instantly. A new power of possession washes over them and before I can even blink, he pushes me down his body, lifts me up, and lines his cock up with my entrance. I gaze down our bodies, waiting patiently for the moment we connect.
“Bell, look at me,” Jesse demands, breaking my stare.
My eyes travel up his body, over his abs, his hard chest, his wet mouth, to his eyes. I don’t even have a minute to be embarrassed that I’m coating his chin; I’m locked into his eyes. “Wanna see your face when I slide in, sweetheart,” he says while lowering me down onto him.
“Ahh.” I force my eyes to stay open and not be drawn in to the moment of unease. He controls my hips, lowering me slowly down his length. I want to say it’s perfect, but the new angle has me tense. What if I can’t do this?
“So that’s it? We’re not going to talk about it at all?” I try to curb my anger at his disregard of my needs.
“No–was thinking you could sit on my face then if I’m up to it, I’ll fuck you. Once I’ve had my fill, we’re gonna go to sleep, and tomorrow we’ll talk about it.” Ignoring the tightness in my stomach, I come up on my elbow to look down at him, unsure if he’s being serious or messing around. “Not fucking around, Bell.” His hands move to my waist, dragging me completely on top of him.
“Jesse, I’m not going to have sex with you when you’re angry at me.”
“Sweetheart, not gonna tell you again. I want you on my face, now.” His words are a direct hit between my legs. “No point in clenching, baby. I’m gonna eat you until you beg me to stop. Now stand up and slide those sexy panties down your legs.” Searching for some kind of clarity, I pause and try to catch up with what’s happening.
“Don’t fight it, sweetheart,” he urges. My chest tightens in excitement, and for reasons unknown to me, I do as I’m told and stand up on shaky legs on top of the bed.
Jesse’s hands come to either side of my legs, waiting for me to expose myself.
“Don’t have all night, and from that patch of wetness I can see, you’re ready for me. If you want, we can skip this part and I can bend you over, and fuck you hard.” His threat only serves more as a turn on as the ache between my legs takes on its own beat. “Panties off, now.”
“I know you’re angry, Jesse.” My hands move to the side of my panties. Hooking my fingers around the cotton material, I slowly slide them down my legs. “But I want to explain.” My eyes never leave his stare. “You have to understand why I did it.” I keep pushing, torn between wishing he would talk to me and just letting him take his anger out on me through sex.
He doesn’t respond in words; instead, his hands cover mine, forcing the material faster. One leg at a time, I step out of them and let Jesse throw them to the side.
“Spread ‘em.” His head rests back against his pillow. With shaking hands, I slowly part myself and give him a better view.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” His hand snakes out, running the tip of his finger through my wetness. A soft moan vibrates over my lips.
“Take your shirt off, sweetheart, and sit on my face.” I do as I’m told. Done with talking, I rip my shirt over my head, throwing it to the side, and move to stand directly over his face. His body slides down the bed until his mouth is directly under me. Still standing, I look down at his face.
Lust.
Hunger.
Need.
And anger all flick over his face as he waits for me.
“Drop to those knees, babe. Need to taste your sweetness.” Eager for us to be okay again, I don’t waste any more time and lower myself to just above his face.
“Fuck yeah,” he growls before pulling me down hard the rest of the way.
My legs spread wide to accommodate him and my hands find the headboard to stop myself from falling. He doesn’t linger, his tongue lashing out against my clit, drawing more pleasure than I deserve right now.
“Oh, God, Jesse.” My head rolls back as need pulses from within me. Jesse’s grip tightens at my hips as he pulls me down harder against his mouth. “Fuck,” I groan, starting to sound like Jesse and his filthy mouth as I grind my pussy on his face.
He growls his approval, the sound vibrating against my core, urging me to work faster.
“Yes,” I moan, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs. I don’t want it to end. I want to stay like this forever, sitting on Jesse’s face while he makes me come undone.
“Jesse, I—” I pant, the wave hitting me hard before I can finish my sentence. It only pushes Jesse further, his tongue lashing at me harder, faster and more brutally as he feasts on me like a starved man.
Jesus, can he breathe down there?
The thought hits me fast, before being replaced with another wave of pleasure. “Jesse, I’m gonna go again,” I prepare him, finding the rhythm in my hips. His own rhythm changes, a more demanding force takes over—owning and claiming me. “Yes, right there, Jesse. Don’t stop,” I beg, riding him with uninhibited movements in my search for release. Taking over, he holds me down, his grip tight and controlled.
“Hmmm,” he growls again, words not needed. I know he’s enjoying this. The way his mouth is devouring me, his enjoyment apparent with each lick and suck.
“Too much, Jesse, it’s too much,” I plead, as another wave builds. Did the last one even end?
He doesn’t let up, so instead, I try something else. “I need you, Jesse, need your cock.” I look down and watch as his eyes change instantly. A new power of possession washes over them and before I can even blink, he pushes me down his body, lifts me up, and lines his cock up with my entrance. I gaze down our bodies, waiting patiently for the moment we connect.
“Bell, look at me,” Jesse demands, breaking my stare.
My eyes travel up his body, over his abs, his hard chest, his wet mouth, to his eyes. I don’t even have a minute to be embarrassed that I’m coating his chin; I’m locked into his eyes. “Wanna see your face when I slide in, sweetheart,” he says while lowering me down onto him.
“Ahh.” I force my eyes to stay open and not be drawn in to the moment of unease. He controls my hips, lowering me slowly down his length. I want to say it’s perfect, but the new angle has me tense. What if I can’t do this?
