CHAPTER 8
Julia
I can’t believe he’s resisting my advances. And I can’t believe I’m resisting him. I want to go over there and jump on top of him and ride him while he sits in that chair.
My eyes are open staring at the ceiling. What’s wrong with me? Why won’t he come to bed? I took care of Abby for him, and now I want him to take care of me.
We are engaged after all. I giggle quietly at the irony.
“What’s so funny?” he asks. Apparently he’s not sleeping either.
“Nothing,” I say.
“You were laughing at something,” he says.
I move my head in his direction and I see his hands are in his lap. He’s trying his best to conceal his desire, but it’s not working. He’s still got that towel wrapped around him. He was so focused on not sleeping in the bed with me that he didn’t even put on anything for bed.
“It’s just funny that we’re supposed to be engaged, but here we are now…like this.”
His feet come off the chair and he places them on the floor. He stands up from his chair and takes a step in my direction.
“Because this isn’t real,” he says, as he takes another step.
“Definitely not,” I say.
“It’s just a mutually beneficial arrangement, for both of us.”
“Right,” I say, as he sits down on the edge of the bed and leans toward me.
“That’s why you don’t feel anything when I do this,” he says, as he runs the back of his fingertips up my arm.
“Nothing,” I say, my goose bumps giving me away.
“Or when I touch your face,” he says, as his hand rolls over and his thumb runs along my cheek.
“Zero. Zilch. Nada.”
He leans in closer and I feel my heart pounding against my chest.
“Nothing,” he says softly, his warm breath cutting through the cool air in the room and cloaking the skin on my face.
“Nut uh,” I moan softly and he leans in the last little bit and his lips meet mine, causing all hell to break lose.
I grab the sides of his face and pull his kiss into me, our lips pressing together harder.
His feet come off the floor and he’s yanks the cover off of me exposing my nipples, which are so hard they’re nearly piercing the fabric.
His hand finds my breast and he squeezes it hard as I raise my chest, pressing it into his firm grip.
My back arches and his other hand slides underneath me and pulls my body to his as he mounts me on the bed.
I can feel his muscles meet my body and my legs spread. He slides up in the bed causing his thigh to grind along my middle, covering his skin with my wetness.
His hands grab for my spaghetti straps and he pulls them to the side, my breasts popping out but quickly covered by his hand on one side and his mouth on the other.
I run my hands through his hair and lift my midsection desperately, hoping he’ll rub his body across mine again, sending a tingling sensation that starts from my pussy and continues through my entire body. He slides back and then forward, doing just that.
He yanks my lingerie down and pulls it past my ankles, my feet pointing straight towards the ceiling, my pussy fully exposed.
He slowly reaches for his towel like a gunslinger and whips his hand across his body exposing his long, hard cock.
He slides in and mounts me, placing his cock at my opening.
This isn’t a game anymore. This is real…very real.
“Fuck me,” I say and he pushes his hips forward guiding his dick inside me, opening me slowly. The nerve endings in my walls feel every part of his cock as he splits me like wet pine.
He moves his hips in rhythm and I feel like our bodies are dancing together to the beat in our heads.
“Fuck me harder,” I say. As much as I am already enjoying this, I want to feel the passion of a man possessed in his desire to own me. “Like I know you want to.”
He responds to my words as his hand slides forward and he fists a handful of my hair, twisting it, which causes my body to arch slightly sideways. He pulls my hair toward him, as his dick hammers into me at the one o’clock position, the perfect position for getting me off.
I feel his hands come down hard on my hips and he spins me over onto my stomach. I reach for the headboard and just as I grab it with both hands he pulls me back like a sack of potatoes, sending my ass barreling into his hip bones. He repeats the move over and over again, my body moving back and forth and flopping side to side as he fucks me into next week.
I’m reaching for something, anything, but coming up empty.
I feel one hand release as he grabs my hair again and pulls it back toward him.
“Uhhh,” I moan through gritted teeth. His other hand joins his first and now he’s pulling even harder.
I’m doing everything I can not to cum, but I’m fighting a losing battle. He’s fucking me so good it makes me feel like I’ve been asleep for years and now I’m finally awake.
One hand comes off my hair and slides under my armpit and wraps back toward him, grabbing my shoulder giving him even more leverage to drill me deeper.
His body comes down on mine and I feel those rock hard abs of his against my lower back. He’s still got my hair as he moves his hand, placing it on the sheet causing my head to rotate back.
I’m breathing hard through my nose like a bull ready to charge, but the only bull here is him. He’s a wild animal who’s attacking my pussy with a reckless abandon, and I’m loving every second of it.
“Hold on,” he says. “I’m gonna make you cum right now.”
His confidence is all it takes, but he offers even more as he somehow finds another gear as it feels like his entire body is slamming against mine as the legs of the bed bounce off the floor and the headboard slams against the wall.
I feel my midsection tighten and my pussy erupts like a dormant volcano that’s been brought back from the dead, spewing my hot juices all over his dick.
“Uhhhhh!” he yells, in a voice just as raspy as molten lava rolling over black hardened stone as he unleashes inside me, which send my pussy into a second geyser almost as powerful as the first.
He drives his hips forward once more and then stops, his juices filling me as I feel my hair pulling and releasing in short bursts as his arms spasm.
Suddenly his entire body collapses onto mine sending us face first onto the bed, causing the front left leg to snap as we slide to that side, which causes the back left leg to follow suit as we roll off that side of the bed entirely and onto the floor.
We’re panting, trying to get air when suddenly we both start bursting out laughing.
“Looks like I’m still not going to get to sleep in that bed after all.”
“Why would we want to sleep?” I say.
“And that angle will be perfect. I can bend you over and hit you inside just where you need it most.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“It’s like the Liberator Wedge, but an entire bed.”
“I was barely born the last time America liberated Eastern Europe,” I say.
I see a mischievous smile creep across his face. “Well then, Uncle Sam definitely owes you one…and I’m here to pay that debt.”