Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Jenna
“Fuck,” I moan as I grip the sheets tighter.
The sun is turning the sky outside the windows a pretty pink and orange as Troy pounds me into his mattress. He’s got my hips in his hands, and my back arched as his fingers work my clit.
My arms gave out on me long ago, and I’ve been stretching my arms out searching for something to grip as he works my pussy on his dick as if it owes him money. Fuck the sand he was so worried about chafing me. He’s doing that all on his own.
He’s like a machine.
All growls and curses as he fucks me within an inch of my life. Every time I’m about to tap out, he manages to get me to cum again momentarily, making me forget the need to be able to walk today. Just like he’s doing now.
“Please,” I beg for it as he leans over me and bites my neck.
“Greedy fucking girl. Keeping my cock trapped inside this cunt all night. You want to cum again? Take it then. Take it all.” He bottoms out over and over, hitting the end of me brutally, causing my insides to fucking quiver.
My thighs start to shake, and pressure builds at my clit, which he’s plucking like a guitar string. The ache grows, and I bite his wrist as I denotate, spraying his fingers and the bed as I squirt.
“Oh fucking Jesus, yes! Fucking soak me.” His hand slaps my clit, making the stream splash us as his hips jerk hard.
“FUCK!” he roars, pulling me into him hard.
I feel the hot spray of his cum inside me and shiver.
He tried to stop me earlier to put on a condom, but I still needed to get the Plan B this morning, so what was the point? We might as well enjoy the feel of skin-to-skin. He collapses to the side, bringing me with him without pulling out.
“I know I need to move. Just give me a second. I’ve never felt this before.” His cock twitches, still cumming inside me.
“Mmm, okay,” I say sleepily as I snuggle into him, closing my eyes for just a minute.
BANG
BANG
BANG
“YO, KNIGHT!”
I open my eyes with a groan. They feel like sandpaper. Shit, I fell asleep with my contacts in. I blink the room into focus and feel a heavy arm move off my chest and then a hard cock flex inside me.
Oh shit.
We fell asleep, and he’s still hard inside me.
“NOT NOW!” Knight yells back as he starts to move inside me.
“Are you crazy?” I hiss at the soreness.
“Want me to stop?” He kisses my neck, and I pull his head in closer.
“Never,” I gasp as he hits the spot that always makes me cum.
“Okay, just a quickie though.” He lifts me so I’m riding him, and he grinds me down hard on his cock.
I grab the headboard and start to ride him in earnest.
“Fucking hell. Yes, rougher,” he growls, letting me work him over this time.
He pinches my nipples and then sits up, kissing me as I bounce on his cock.
“Jenna, Christ.” I nod ‘cause I feel it too.
We cum together, breathless as we kiss each other like it’s the only thing we need to live. Whoever’s at the door is still banging as we stare at each other like it’s the first time we’re seeing ourselves.
“FUCKING HOLD ON!” he yells, cupping my face.
“Jenna, I-” I cover his mouth and shake my head.
“Not now. Tell me after.” He nods and kisses me one more time before getting out of bed to go answer the door.
“About fucking, JESUS! You’re naked, man!” I cover my mouth as I laugh.
“You’re knocking on my door like the place is on fire, so fuck off. What is so important that I had to pull out of my old lady to answer this door?” Hmm, still not a fan of that phrase, and I need to ask how the hell they come up with it.
What woman in history likes being called old?
“Spector found who’s after y’all.” I listen but don’t hear a word after that.
Thinking they had left the apartment, I rushed to the doorway and glanced into the living room to see them just standing there. Then I see it. Knight is holding a piece of paper in his hands with a photo on it.
I can’t make it out from here.
“Bring up her things.” Knight slams the door in the man’s face and turns, finding me watching him.
“What is it?” He looks back at the paper and rubs the back of his neck.
“Not what, who. I’ve got no idea who this is. Do you?” He walks over to me and hands me the paper.
A grainy photo I can’t make out stares back at me.
“I can’t see shit right now. I need to take my contacts out and put on my glasses.” Troy curses, taking me into the bathroom.
“Here,” he pulls out a contact case and solution from a drawer.
“Wait. You wear contacts too?” He nods with a little blush.
“I’m soda bottle blind.” I laugh as another knock comes.
“Take them out, and I’ll bring you your glasses.” I wash my hands and work the dry contact out with a sigh of relief.
“Here you go.” I take the glasses and smile when everything comes back into focus.
“Much better. Please tell me there is coffee somewhere in this place. I need a cup before I look at that photo again. And I desperately need to pee.” He chuckles, kissing my forehead.
“You clean up, and I’ll make coffee. There are extra toothbrushes in that drawer too.” I smile and nod, waiting for him to leave so I can do my business.
By the time I leave the bathroom, I’ve washed my face, brushed my teeth and hair, and found a robe.
“How do you take your coffee?” He asks as I sit at his kitchen counter and pull the picture to me.
All the air in my lungs evaporates.
“No, he’s supposed to be dead.”