34. Jenna #2
I moan and almost pass out, my eyes rolling back when he pulls out of my cunt. I jerk back against his hands as he spreads my legs wider for him.
He tips his head down and presses his tongue to my ass.
I moan as his hands spread me, his huge cock sliding against me, just teasing, and yeah, I’ve done this before—daddy issues, remember?—but it never felt so good.
I’m tense when McCarthy slides that huge length in me, slow and filthy.
“So fucking tight,” he grits out.
Somehow, he has my pussy dripping wet.
“Your ass takes cock like it’s meant for it.” He’s reverent as he continues that slow, brain-numbing slide into me, making me feel every thick inch until his balls are pressed against my cunt.
“Fuck, you in love with me yet, Cupcake? Now that I’m letting you ride my cock like a little princess?” He jerks out and slams into me again as I collapse around him, the pleasure like needles in my skin.
He takes me again with another hard thrust, slamming back into me.
Then he’s taking my ass .
My tits are still constrained in the tank top pushed up around them, and they bounce in time as he fucks me.
Grinding into me, he reaches forward and grabs a breast. He pinches the nipple and twists it until I whimper against my panties in my mouth.
Now his hand is down between my legs, spreading my wet pussy lips, which are dripping on the carpet. He strokes the slick wetness of my slit, twisting his fingers around my clit as I flex and twist against the impossibly huge length heavy inside of me.
“Come for me,” he says, ordering me as he works my clit.
My hips rock back against his fingers, trying to escape the feeling of his thick cock inside me then rocking back again, needy and greedy for his come. I surge onto his fingers again as he twists two fingers on my clit, then I’m coming, my cries muffled by the lace fabric.
He’s still inside of me, hands still on my clit, working me over the edge again.
One big hand digs into my ass, jerking me back toward him as he works my pussy, two fingers pumping in my tight cunt, making me wish he could fuck my pussy and my ass at the same time.
I finally spit out the panties.
“You’re right”—I pant—“I am a little slut, and this would be a thousand times better if I had your brother’s cock in my pussy.”
It’s the nuclear button, and McCarthy blows.
“You fucking cunt.” He shoves me face down on the carpet, his hands in my hair, driving that huge cock into my ass .
“Fuck you.” He spits out the words as he pounds into my ass. “You fucking horny little slut. All you need is my cock.” He thrusts into me so hard I scream.
My nipples are raw where he pushes me into the carpet every time he slams into me.
“Your pussy is mine. Your ass is mine. Your mouth is mine.”
His cock thrusts deep in me.
“Say it.”
I moan, riding the intense pleasure.
“Say it.” He slams into me so hard I almost pass out.
“Yours.” I choke it out as he fucks me raw. “Only one coming in me is you.”
“Damn fucking right.”
That huge cock fucks into me one more time, hot come exploding into me, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.
“Damn,” I slur. “You really shouldn’t let people push your buttons like that, you know?”
I’m dragged upright by the back of my neck. The wrinkled tank top is ripped off. He wipes it on his cock, then his hand is on my jaw, forcing me to collapse onto my knees.
“I don’t want to hear shit from you.” He forces my mouth open. “Your mouth is mine.”
How is he hard again? The thought is hazy, then his huge length is in my mouth and down my throat.
I blink back tears, sucking air through my nose as he fucks my mouth while I kneel in front of him, collapsed back on my calves, his come leaking out of me.
My pussy is throbbing. My breasts ache for touch. I groan on his cock as my fingers trace my tits, pinching my nipples .
I feel gross as I reach between my legs, spreading my thighs so I can play in my raw pussy, stroking myself in time with his thrusts into my mouth until I’m coming on my own hand, his come gushing out of me as my hips rock and my stomach clenches from the pleasure.
His hand switches to my neck. He’s impossibly hard in my mouth, and I gag on the length.
“Keep going,” he orders, his thumb keeping steady pressure on my neck as I stroke my pussy again, not sure if I’m going to come, wanting to, though, wanting to feel this, being wanted by him, feeling sexy and desirable, because nothing says a guy likes you for you than him fucking your face after messing you up.
“Come for me,” McCarthy hisses. “Make yourself come.”
I rise up on one knee, working my pussy, my head tipped forward to take his cock, until my pussy shudders on my hand.
“ Fuck yeah.”
The hot come hits the back of my throat, making me gag.
I can’t swallow all of it. It spills out of my mouth and down on my tits as he pulls out, still sputtering thick, ropy white come all over my face and tits.
His thumb wipes the come off my lips, then he’s kissing me. He picks me up and tosses me on the bed.
I’m panting, an arm thrown over my come-streaked face.
His hands run over my tits. Not like he’s trying to get me wet for him again, like he’s wiping down a fancy sports car before it’s put back in the garage .
“Are you going to tell my supervisor? Are you going to get me fired? That’s what this was all about, right? You want to get rid of me.”
He leans in, kisses me until I see black circles, then cups my ass, squeezing it. “No, because then I won’t get an excuse to fuck you again, Cupcake.”
I open one eye and look down at him.
His chin is nestled between my breasts.
“Hard pass.”
He grabs my thigh. I kick at him.
“That was terrible.”
“No, it wasn’t.” He’s furious. “You came.”
“I was faking,” I lie.
His mouth twists. He works his jaw. “Then I guess we’re doing this again.”
“Ffuuuhn—” I groan as he goes down on me again.
I’m panicky as I realize I miscalculated. “Wait! I can’t!” I grab at his hair, the blond waves escaping from the slicked-back side part.
“Can’t what?” His voice is slightly muffled.
“Can’t come again.”
“You said you didn’t.”
“I lied.” I moan as his tongue returns.
My knees are practically up to my tits. I groan, locking them around his shoulders as he licks his way through my pussy slowly and methodically, wringing another strangled orgasm out of me then still going.
“I think I’m gonna pass out,” I slur as his tongue licks along my slit to curl around my clit. “Can’t come again,” I beg, arching up off the bed as he slides two fingers in my pussy, pumping slowly inside of me until I come, still begging him to have mercy on me .
He palms my pussy as he stands up and leans over to kiss me as he unbuttons his dress shirt.
“I love watching my come leak out of you.”
“Uhnn.”
“I’m going to throw you in the shower,” he says, the muscles of his torso highlighted in sharp relief as he twists out of the dress shirt.
The part of me that wants a man to choose me, to want me, is busy raising red flags for the McCarthy parade and prepping fireworks.
There’s that familiar rush, the racing of my heart.
He’s choosing me. I’m special because a man said so.
The chants drown out everything I’ve tried to work through with my therapist—that a man doesn’t define me, that I am worthy because I am me .
Yes, but McCarthy wants to get down on his knees and worship me, and isn’t that better than self-respect?
“…watch you rub soap all over your tits, wash my come out of your hair, then I’m going to bend you over and—”
“McCarthy! ”
“What the fuck? Crawford? Don’t go anywhere, Cupcake.” He slaps the flat of his hand against my ass while I giggle.
Then I choke on the laugh when I hear—
“I know she’s here. That’s her dog.”
Crap.
Bethany.