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“Look at you. So willing,” he smiles.
I accelerate as he pushes down on my head one last time before he finally pulls out. He gives himself a few pumps and pushes back in my mouth straight away. To the back of my throat it goes, and I clamp my lips around it. It doesn’t take him long before I feel him tense.
“Fuck,” he hisses as I feel the thick, warm liquid hitting the back of my throat.
The inside of my thighs is damp from arousal and I tingle in a teasing sensation as I do my best to swallow his cum. He pulls out of my mouth and I can’t help the whimper. I need him. I need more.
He traces cum on my lips with his tip. “Beautiful,” he whispers. He grabs my jaw, helping me back up before pushing me back on the sofa.
“Now let me show you what regret feels like.” He gets on his knees in front of the sofa and pulls at my leggings and underwear until I’m free of them.
He hooks one of my legs on his shoulder and his head disappears between my thighs. I have a flashback to being on Nathan’s sofa, in the exact same position with him, but I’m taken back to reality when Jake puts my clit between his lips. My body tries to jerk away and he grabs my hips to keep me in place.
“Stay still.”
I try not to squirm as he licks me, his tongue running from my entrance to my clit and back. He nibbles and bites. He laps like a starved man and the pleasure is too much. I can’t refrain the moans from leaving my mouth. My voice quickly gets higher as I shamelessly explode and scream his name. He gets up and kisses me, letting me taste myself. He picks me up in a sudden movement and my legs wrap around his waist.
He carries me to his bedroom, both naked, throws me on the bed, and quickly settles over me, his hands on both sides of my head. I’m reminded of that same position we were in, only a few weeks ago. I was scared of him, scared to give in, scared of the pleasure he could have given me. Now I’m ready to beg for this pleasure. Beg him to take me. To do to me what Nathan never did.
He straightens up, looking down on me with the power he knows he holds. He places a knee between my legs and presses against my pussy.
“You are so wet, Angel. Always for me, aren’t you?”
I simply nod and he presses harder. I slowly start rubbing against him brazenly. When Jake pushes my buttons, I become the little toy he so desperately wants me to be. Worse…I love it.
“Ah. Ah. I see you trying to pleasure yourself. That’s my job.”
He slightly pulls his knee away and I whine a wordless complaint.
“Tell me who you belong to, Angel,” he says, slowly bringing his knee back.
“You,” I reply without hesitation. Him, him, him. It’s always been him. I was just too scared to accept it.
“And who does this pussy belong to?” He presses his knee so hard I let out another shameless moan.
“You. Please, Jake…”
“Yes?”
“Make love to me,” I whisper.
He comes down right above me again and grabs something in the drawer above us. I understand what it is when I hear the wrapper of the condom tearing. I watch as he slowly rolls it over his dick. It’s steel hard again, despite coming in my mouth only minutes ago. He brings his lips to my ear.
“I can’t do that, Angel,” he presses his dick against my entrance and I almost recoil in fear, only the anticipation stops me, “but I promise I’ll fuck you real good.”
I suddenly push his chest. “Jake, please…please be gentle.”
He looks at me and confusion is clear in his eyes. His lashes are so long, it’s the only thing that softens his face. Beautiful, long, black lashes that will be my downfall. They make him look sweet and caring. A trick to attract his victims so he can trap them in the addiction of his touch.
“Please,” I beg. “It’s all I’m asking for.”
His jaw ticks and his whole body tenses over mine. He doesn’t get it. I can see it in his eyes, he simply can’t grasp my emotions, my fears. He doesn’t empathize with people. Sometimes I think I see glimpses of empathy in him, but it’s always crushed by his selfishness.
“Just this one time…” I try one last time. I know he’ll do whatever he wants in the end. And I know I’ll let him because that’s just how my body is wired, but I don’t want it to hurt. I bring one hand up to cup his cheek and look at him straight in his beautiful eyes.
“I’m not him, Jamie,” he smiles wickedly. “I don’t do gentle…”
His sentence hangs in the air and I squeeze my eyes tight, bracing for the invasion.
