Ella
“Jacob?” An ache blossoms inside of my chest. I know I should go back to the room and put my dress back on and leave him be. I’ve hurt him. That much is clear. Yet, I can’t seem to force myself away.
“Fine,” I hear him say. “If that’s what you want.”
“If what’s—”
Jacob is on me before I finish speaking, slamming into and lifting me off of my feet in a split second. He carries me back into the room and nearly throws me onto the bed. Then, he’s on top of me, spreading my thighs with his big hands and—oh, fuck!
My back arches as he thrusts into me, all the way to the hilt.
Unlike how it’d been the first time he’d entered me, when there had been a sting of pain, this time is far different.
My inner walls clamp tight around him, squeezing against the male flesh inside of me, and I feel like my soul is about to catapult out of my body.
“You want me to fuck you, Ella?” The name is a taunt now and there’s no more question as to whether or not he’s angry. He is. “Then, I’ll fuck you.”
And he does, pulling back out and thrusting into me with hard actions that make my stomach cramp.
My hands claw for the sheets beneath me as he fucks into me, thrusting back and forth.
He drags himself out of my body after several long heart-stopping moments.
The emptiness I feel is like a punch to the gut, but it doesn’t last.
I’m flipped over onto my stomach, my hips canted upward by hard, seeking hands and then—a low groan filters out of my lips as he’s back inside of me. His hips piston against my ass as he forces me onto all fours and powers into my pussy like this is supposed to be a punishment.
It only takes a few seconds to realize why. It is a punishment.
“You wanted my cock, Ella,” Jacob growls. “So. Fucking. Take. My. Cock.” Each word is punctuated by yet another harsh withdrawal and forward thrust.
Biting down on my lower lip hard enough to split the skin, the second the raw taste of blood enters my mouth, I find myself moaning aloud. Unable to stop myself, each thrust into my cunt only serves to make me wetter, louder. I cry out and clench my fists into the sheets.
Words fall from my lips. I don’t know what I’m saying. If they’re words of love or hate or sorrow. All I know is that I’m being driven higher than I’ve ever been before—even more so than when Jacob had his mouth on me.
This kind of sex isn’t anything like that, though. This isn’t lovemaking. This isn’t even really sex. This is just downright, nasty fucking. His angry body poised to take from mine, and I supplicate myself before him.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper hoarsely. “I’m so … sorry.”
“I don’t want your apologies,” Jacob snaps. “I want your cunt to strangle this cock of mine.”
Before I realize his intentions, Jacob slips his hand around my hip and down. Pinching his thumb and forefinger over the bundle of nerves at the top of my sex, a strangled scream emerges from my throat.
My orgasm barrels up and body-slams me into the bed. My body jerks and spasms as pleasure seizes control. Mindless. Numbing. So deep inside of me, it takes me several seconds to realize that Jacob stops too. His body coming to a standstill behind mine as I feel his cock pulse against my insides.
He’s coming inside of me, I realize. Hot jets of ropey cum shoot against my inner walls and I clamp down, keeping him inside as I let my eyes slide shut and take it in.
Over and over again, he releases himself inside of me. When he’s finally done, I half expect him to remove himself from me, get off the bed, dress, and leave. But that’s not what he does.
Instead, Jacob withdraws from my body only to roll me over onto my back. My eyes pop open. With a feral look, he spreads my legs and dives down, licking up all that he just gave me. His tongue curls into my entrance, seeking out the last vestiges of his cum and scooping it from me.
Tears prick against my eyes, but I bite down on my lip again, reopening the wound from before to stop myself from saying a word. I won’t deny him this. If he wants to take it all back, then I should let him. After all, he’s right. I did lie to him.
I’m no Cinderella, and he’s no prince.
I don’t know for how long Jacob remains between my legs, collecting his cum on his tongue, but when he arches back up over me, my eyes widen in shock. Gripping my face, he tightens his hold until keeping my mouth shut hurts. I open for him.
Leaning down, blue gaze burning into me, he parts his lips and a string of sticky white starts its slow descent. More tears scalding the backs of my eyes.
Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t you dare cry.
No matter how I try to keep them at bay, they don’t listen. The tears spring forth and catch at the corners of my eyes, flowing down over my temples and into my hairline. I hope that the mask I’ve somehow managed to keep on hides them, but I know they won’t hide everything.
Seconds tick past and my mouth remains open for his gift. Glob after glob of saliva-coated cum falls from his mouth into mine. When he’s done, he urges my lips closed.
“Swallow,” he commands.
I obey.