BING
The question shocks me and I stop.
“Why do you care?” I ask.
“Answer the question. Now.” That fire is back in her eyes, lighting them up in the darkness.
“Once. Then I broke up with her,” I admit. I won’t keep secrets. Not from Jen.
Her eyes bore into mine. “Do it to me, Samuel Edwards, and you’ll find your precious package being served for lunch on a plate in a five star fucking restaurant. Are we understood?”
I fight the smile that twitches on my lips. “Understood, ma’am.”
She narrows her eyes at me, and now the anger is receding I can see she’s turned on by the heat between us.
“I mean it, Bing. I won’t put up with your bullshit,” she warns me.
“You won’t have to. You’re not them.” I touch her face softly. “You’re the girl they all wish they could be-”
“But never will be because their trashy asses are still stuck at the local recycling centre?” she finishes.
“Something like that.” I drop my eyes to her lips, and gently put my thumb on them, tracing their outline. “You said you were my girlfriend. Did you mean that?”
She smiles slyly. “So I did.” She flattens my collar, and runs her hands down my front, letting them rest just above my buckle.
I swallow. “What happened to the making me prove it thing?”
“I believe you. I’m pretty sure I’m capable of fending off any girl that tries to come near you.”
“In that case,” I whisper. “Romance can be fucked. We’re going back to yours.”
“We are, are we?” She raises her eyebrows, and I press into her again, showing her that yes, we are fucking going back to her flat.
She gasps but still manages to lick her lips, sending all sorts of dirty thoughts through my mind. “You really liked it when I got all protective on her ass, didn’t you?” she asks in a low, sensual voice I hear right in my dick.
“You bet.” I look into her eyes, heated and needing.
“Then you should get me home,” she whispers.
“Why, beautiful?”
She stands on her tiptoes and pulls my ear to her mouth, her lips brushing over my skin. “So I can show you exactly how protective and possessive I am.”
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I shove her bedroom door shut with my foot, not taking my hands from her for a second. Jen grabs my collar, pushing her body against mine. She grazes her teeth along my bottom lip, pulling at it slightly, and I slide my hands under her dress to cup her ass cheeks. Her fingers slip between us, undoing the buttons of my shirt. She pushes me backwards towards the bed, falling with me, her lips still on mine.
She lifts her knees to straddle me, her hands moving across my bare chest. My dick presses against her and I flex my hips, letting her know just how badly I need her right now. My tongue sweeps her mouth and she pulls away, kissing down my chest. She crawls backwards, her heels touching the floor, and her fingers hook inside the waistband of my jeans.
I prop my head up, looking at her as I breathe slightly heavily. Fuck. Is she-
She pops the button open, and presses her lips to the skin just above it. I watch her raptly as she unzips and pulls down my jeans. Her fingers brush along the length of me and I clench my teeth, shivering slightly.
“Jen, baby...”
“Ssh,” she orders, taking my boxers off. Her hand closes around my dick, her fingers squeezing slightly, and I drop my head back, shutting my eyes. She moves her hand, twisting it and twirling it as she rubs the whole length of me.
Her lips close over the head, and I groan as she sucks me into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around as she moves her head backwards and forwards. My hand fists her hair, holding her head to me, and my hips buck with her movements. I look down at her.
Her eyes are focused on mine, and she smiles, flicking her tongue out and circling the tip of my cock slowly.
“Fuck,” I hiss out, watching as she closes her lips around me. She takes all of me, her eyes never leaving mine.
If this doesn’t stop right now, I’m gonna finish it in the back of her throat.
I pull her from me, up my body, and flip us over. Her hair fans out around her head, and her eyes are shining. I take her dress from her shoulders, slowly sliding it down her arms and body until it’s completely off of her. The red lacy underwear she’s wearing does nothing to help the throbbing in my dick.
I remove her bra swiftly, and she’s breathing so hard it’s echoing off the walls. I circle her nipple with my tongue, sliding her thong down her legs at the same time. I drop down, trailing my hands across her body, and hook her thighs over my shoulders.
She gasps, and I dive my tongue inside her. She’s ready for me, and I lick her slowly, teasing her, avoiding her clit. She wriggles on the bed, her hands fist the sheets, and she whispers pleas to me. I close my mouth over her hardened clit, sucking hard, and she cries out. I lick along her once more, and turn her to her side.
“Bing,” she whimpers as I settle behind her.
“Ssh,” I whisper, kissing her neck. I hold her leg up, and guide myself into her from behind. I slide into her wet tightness easily. She moans, moving her hips back into me, and her hand reaches behind my head to grab my hair. She grips it hard, arching her back as I thrust my hips into her faster.
I need to let go.
I keep kissing her neck and let go of her leg. My hand slides in front of her, my fingers finding her sensitive clit. I rub it in small circles, and she throws her head back. I pound into her, rubbing her harder, and drag my teeth along her neck, biting down softly.
Jen cries out, every muscle in her body tensing as her orgasm wracks her body. I grit my teeth, holding her to me, and I pump into her faster. Seconds later, I explode inside her and drop my head. She whimpers a little, and I kiss her shoulder where I bit her a little.
“It’s... Okay,” she mutters.
I smile. “Like it rough, babe?”
She sighs, turning her head towards mine. A small smile is teasing her lips, and even though her eyes are closed, I know its pure pleasure. “If that’s how you do rough, then mhmm, I like it.”
I chuckle, covering her lips with mine. She kisses me back.
“No more,” she mutters. “I need sleep after that.”
I laugh, pulling out of her to get comfy. She gets up on shaky legs, crosses her room, and grabs a towel. I grin as she wipes herself down. She walks back over to her bed, climbs in, and I tuck us under the covers, pulling her into me. Her back fits against my chest, and her legs entwine with mine, and as I breathe her in, I know.
I know right now I’m the luckiest asshole in London, because Jennifer Mason is mine.
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