Chapter 14
“ W ell that was a nightmare,” Jenna said with a heavy sigh, flopping down on the couch. She had tried calling Chloe on the drive home from the restaurant, but it had gone straight to voicemail.
“I’m sorry it ended up being a rough night, babygirl.” Mark sat down beside her, and Jenna leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Meeting Scott was really great though. He’s pretty awesome,” she said.
“I could tell he liked you, too.”
Jenna turned to look up at him. “You could? How?”
“I just know him well.” When Jenna raised her eyebrows skeptically, he added, “Plus he sent me a text on the way home saying he approves.” Mark winked at her.
Jenna grinned for a moment before her face fell into a serious expression. “I’m sorry about tonight. I shouldn’t have invited Chloe. I should have just gone over to be with her and let you and Scott have the evening together.”
Mark lifted Jenna up and then set her down on his lap so she was straddling him. “I had a wonderful time tonight. Do you know why?”
Jenna shook her head.
“Because the girl I love defended me to her best friend, and knowing you feel the same way about me that I do about you made me very happy.”
“You love me?” Jenna smiled at him crookedly as she felt her cheeks heat.
“I do,” Mark said.
Jenna looked into his piercing blue eyes for a long moment, feeling a fire stirring deep in her belly that she now realized had been building all evening.
Suddenly she wanted Mark badly .
Leaning in close, she hovered her lips inches from his, their breaths mingling. “I love you too,” she said.
Mark’s fingers brushed against her cheek, and Jenna felt a shiver run down her spine at the tender touch.
Without another word, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a fervent kiss.
Jenna melted into him, her hands finding their way to the nape of his neck, fingers entangling in his hair.
The kiss deepened, their lips moving together with sudden urgency.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they absorbed the intensity of the moment. Jenna’s eyes fluttered open to meet Mark’s. “Come with me. I have something to show you,” she told him with a naughty smile.
Mark looked surprised at her forwardness. “Do you now?” he asked, his brow raising.
Jenna slid off his lap, standing up and tugging on his hand until he did the same. She led him upstairs into the master bedroom and over to one of the armless chairs that occupied the seating area in the corner of the room, then pushed in the middle of his chest, encouraging him to sit.
Backing up until she was standing a few feet away from him, she inched her black dress slowly up her thighs, stopping just before her black bikini panties were revealed.
Reaching underneath the hem of the dress, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and peeled them down tauntingly slowly, finally letting them drop to her feet.
Then, stepping out, she picked them up, turned them inside out, and handed them to Mark, showing him the arousal that had soaked the gusset.
His eyes burned with desire as he took them from her. “That’s a very large wet spot, naughty girl.”
Jenna knelt in front of Mark’s chair, reveling in how naughty she felt as she reached to undo the button and zipper on his dress pants. He watched her, not rushing her though his eyes betrayed a sense of urgency.
She reached in through the hole in his boxers, his cock stiffening further the minute it was freed.
Standing back up, Jenna inched her dress a little higher until it was scrunched around her waist, then straddled him on the chair.
She could feel his cock pulse and throb as a string of her arousal dripped onto it.
“Want to know what I was thinking about this evening that made me so wet?” she whispered in his ear.
“Tell me, babygirl.” Mark’s voice was low and husky, and he placed both of his hands on her hips.
“I was thinking about what would happen if it were me who threw a fit at dinner like Chloe did.” Jenna lowered herself so that her wet pussy was pressed firmly against his member, which was completely stiff now.
“I was imagining you taking me home and spanking my bare ass bright red for being rude to your friend.” Jenna began lightly grinding against him, and Mark’s chest rumbled in a quiet, menacing growl.
“Then I imagined you bending me over and fucking my bottom for the first time.” Jenna’s voice lost some of its confidence as she said that part, and she felt herself blush crimson.
Mark’s hold on her hips tightened as he aligned his rigid cock with her soaking wet entrance, and with a jerk of his hips he buried himself deep inside her with a single thrust.
Jenna moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck as she began to ride him, bouncing up and down with the guidance of his strong grip on her waist. His hands moved to the hem of her dress and he pulled it off over her head, tossing it aside and dipping his head down to take one of her nipples in his mouth.
Gyrating her hips, she forced his member as deep inside of her as it could go, and he groaned around her nipple.
She was savoring milking his cock and feeling the things her words and her body were doing to him.
One of his hands moved downward to her mound, and his thumb found her clit, circling it roughly.
Jenna gasped, her abdominal muscles clenching as her body spasmed from his touch.
She rode harder, determined to make Mark come before she did, but quickly realized it was a losing battle.
Her desire wound up tight in her core, and with a yelp she shattered, her thighs burning as she rode him wildly through her climax.
When her movements finally slowed, he was still harder than ever.
Maneuvering his hands under her ass, Mark picked her up and carried her to the bed while still inside her.
Laying her on her back, he drove into her hard and fast, claiming her even more deeply and savagely than she’d ridden him.
Jenna moaned, digging her fingers into his shoulders.
The tightness in her core was already starting to build once more, but she fought it off, gritting her teeth as he fucked her.
Leaning in close, he whispered, “You should know something, little girl. Good girls still get their bottoms fucked.”
Jenna let out a small whine, genuinely pouty at the idea of getting her ass fucked. It was hot to fantasize about, but the prospect of his painfully large cock stretching her virgin bottom right here and now felt much more real… and much more terrifying.
“You can pout all you want, babygirl, but I felt that pussy clench.” He was fucking her harder now, his deep, powerful thrusts leaving her in no doubt that if he wanted her bottom he would be taking her bottom.
“You might be a good girl, but you’re still my little whore who needs to be fucked like one, aren’t you. ”
His intonation made it clear that what he’d said was a statement, not a question. He knew she needed it rough, that she found it irresistibly hot to be treated like his naughty little fucktoy.
Her pussy clenched again, harder this time.
“I felt that too, little slut,” he growled.
Jenna began to panic, certain where this was headed now and not at all prepared for it to happen. “Mark, please,” she begged, looking up at him with wild eyes.
Without another word, Mark pulled out, and Jenna had a moment to gawk at the size of his engorged, glistening cock before he reached underneath her, effortlessly flipping her over so that she landed on her hands and knees.
He left the bed momentarily, and Jenna watched from the corner of her eye as he pulled his pants and boxers down and off, then unbuttoned his shirt and chucked that on the floor too.
Climbing back up on the bed, he resumed his position behind her, and placing his hand firmly between her shoulder blades, he forced her face down into the blankets.
Then he began smacking her bare ass. Hard.
Jenna squealed, reaching back with one of her hands to block him, but he just shoved it away and continued spanking her upturned bottom.
The swats landed everywhere, from the top of her cleft to the middle of her legs, with the tips of his fingers occasionally catching the sensitive places between her cheeks.
“Mark!” It came out in a sob as she reached back again, the sting making her desperate.
Shoving her hand back down to the bed once more, he stopped spanking and gripped her ass roughly. “Little sluts need their bottoms spanked bright red before they’re fucked.”
Jenna whimpered, wanting desperately to soothe the burn in her backside but winding her hands into the comforter instead.
She craned her neck to look back at Mark just in time to see him spit into his hand before stroking his cock with it.
There was something so raw and visceral about him using his own spit as lube that it almost made her embarrassed to watch, and she turned away again to stare at the bed.
“Reach back and spread yourself open. Show me where good little sluts get fucked.”
“Oh god,” Jenna moaned into the covers.
“Do I need to spank you again?” Mark’s voice was gravelly with lust but still firm.
“No, sir,” Jenna mewled, reaching back to take hold of each of her red bottom cheeks and spreading them apart.
“Wider,” Mark ordered.
Jenna hesitated, and Mark’s hand slapped down right between her cheeks onto her exposed bottom hole.
She cried out, then instantly obeyed, putting herself shamefully on display for him.
“Good girl,” Mark said.
She heard the same spitting sound as before, followed by a wet sensation on the place between her cheeks where he’d just spanked, and she gasped.
Had he just spit on her asshole? Was this guy a fucking caveman?
She was about to voice her objections when she felt his fingers there, rubbing his saliva around the rim of her anus. Then one of his thick digits was probing its way inside her tight hole.
Jenna squirmed in earnest. It hurt just as much as it had the first time he’d finger fucked her on his exam table. She hadn’t been able to wiggle away then, but she gave it her best shot now.
As if reading her mind, Mark said, “You’re not tied up this time, babygirl, but I think you know that doesn’t matter.” He inserted a second finger then, and Jenna yelped. “You know that I can easily hold you down and make you take it. And that makes you very, very wet, doesn’t it little fucktoy?”
He didn’t give Jenna time to answer, and a moment later she was squealing as he added a third finger, pumping them in and out of her. Her empty pussy clenched in protest, and she looked back at him again, desperation in her expression. “Please sir, fuck my pussy instead?”
Mark met her gaze with smoldering eyes, and she watched as he removed his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock.
“No,” was all he said before he claimed her tightest hole in one brutal thrust.
Jenna let out a scream that faded into the loudest, sluttiest moan she could have imagined coming out of her mouth. She didn’t even have time to feel the shame of it before he pulled back out, then thrust in again a moment later even more brutally.
A strangled cry escaped her as his cock stretched her no longer virgin ass. She felt more impossibly full than she could have imagined, so full that it felt like her body would reject the intrusion at any moment, forcing him back out of her.
He took up a steady rhythm, fucking her rough and hard, and her sore hole began to grudgingly accept its uninvited visitor. The burn of each thrust was now followed up with a bite of pleasure, and she moaned as the mix of sensations overwhelmed her.
Jenna’s body stiffened as Mark’s hips slammed into her again and again, and she could feel pressure building deep inside her belly. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as her mind grappled with the idea that she was about to come with a hard cock in her ass for the first time in her life.
“Mark, I… I think I’m going to…”
“Come hard for me, my dirty little slut. Come with my cock in this tight little ass.”
“Oh god!” she cried out, her climax overtaking her like a tidal wave, every muscle clenching, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she tried and failed to maintain the slightest control.
Her whole body trembled with the aftershocks, but Mark didn’t slow down, and Jenna began to beg shamelessly.
“Little whores like you need to come more than once with their ass full of their man’s cock.”
“Noooo,” Jenna cried out, shaking her head fervently in the blankets. But she was already gyrating her hips along with his rhythm.
“I know you can take it, babygirl,” Mark assured her, and he gripped her hips tighter, thrusting with renewed vigor.
Jenna screamed as she came again.
“That’s it. Take it like my good girl.” Mark crooned.
His breath came in pants as he drove into her with a final, savage roar.
Feeling his hot seed spurt into her well-used hole at last, Jenna collapsed on the bed. Mark laid himself down to the side of her, pulling her against him as their breathing gradually slowed.
When she could move again, Jenna slid her head over until it was resting on his chest, then moved her hand to play idly with some of the course hair there. “That was… a lot,” she said, her voice hoarse.
“Yes, it was,” Mark said. “You did so well, my sweet girl and my sexy little whore.”
Jenna gave him an exhausted smile, feeling content as she drifted off to sleep listening to the beat of his heart.