by Jenn Marlow
It sent off an incredible spark, which ignited all of my senses, as I writhed and moaned beneath him, gripping at the covers.
Slowly, he took my right leg, placed it on his shoulder, and looked down at me. I wasn’t used to this sort of behavior, I wasn’t used to being so free with sex… I wasn’t easy, and I certainly never had sex with a man I didn’t want a relationship with.
But yet, there I was…
And it honestly embarrassed me a bit. I hated feeling bashful, but I was.
Red blush creeped into my cheeks, and I looked away from him slightly. The moment felt intimate, but it wasn’t. And I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to feel about it. Instinctively, I tried to pull my legs together, just to cover my vulnerability if only a little bit… but I failed.
The position was impossible to escape from.
He held onto me tighter, the corner of his lips turning up into a menacing smile. He was sinful, smooth, and ultimately irresistible.
He bent down, kissing the top of my pubic hair, pushing my other legs to his shoulders as well. He was spreading me, spreading me out before him—and by the look in his eye and his tongue caressing his bottom lip ever so slightly—I knew that he was ready to feed his hunger and feast on me.
His mouth moved downwards, and he breathed in heavily, dramatically even, and I watched him with wide eyes.
“You smell good… like sex…” he trailed off so that he could kiss me again.
He breathed me in, deeply and desperately, before I felt him smile against my mound.
He had something on his mind.
Without missing a single moment—or me even being able to question what he was thinking—he thrusted the first two fingers of his right hand directly into my mouth.
“Suck it!” he commanded, but instead of obliging, I looked at him, blankly, unamused by his ordering-me-around attitude.
“Fuck you!” I retorted, magma on my tongue.
“Trust me, that’ll happen again in time,” he smiled sinisterly. “Now fucking suck!”
He launched his fingers to the back of my throat, causing me to gag, and I should have hated it. But I didn’t. I didn’t at all. I imagined that it was him that I was sucking; and although I felt the urge to beat him senseless, the overall thought of sucking his engorged member was nice.
I imagined his taste, tingling my tongue as he held my chin and pivoted his hips, thrusting in and out of my mouth—face fucking me and coating my throat with his hot semen.
He growled out, as I moaned around his fingers from the thoughts, and he pulled them away from my mouth, despite my protests.
“You’re not supposed to enjoy it, dirty girl.”
He moved his now-wet fingers in circles around my nipples, causing them to grow erect, and all the way down to my navel, causing me to shudder once again.
His wet fingers pulled my lips apart, and his eyes inspected my entire body.
"Do you want to see how wet you are?" he asked and before I could, he pushed two of his fingers knuckles deep into me. I didn’t I feel pain; I was too wet. I felt ultimate pleasure. I gasped out—loudly—and felt myself clamp down around him.
He pulled them out, with a wide-smile, and began to trace the outline of the same journey his mouth had taken just moments earlier. Circling my navel and my nipples, ultimately they found their way to my mouth. And before I could protest, he pushed them into my mouth.
I tasted myself on his fingers, a mixture of salt and sweet, and even a trace of himself from earlier.
I bit his fingers and pulled them deeper into my mouth, holding my hand on his wrist, hungrily not letting him pull them away.
“What are you doing?!” he growled, almost angrily. He didn’t like not having the upper hand. But I personally loved having it…
He spread me open again and his teeth bit down on my shoulder. I cried out; loudly, the pain searing through me.
Pulling his fingers from my mouth, he began cupping my breast just as his tongue began probing me open, licking me with excellent precision and grace.
“FUCK!” I screamed.
He growled into me, passionately, angrily; he was assaulting my pussy with ferociousness.
His hand became rougher as he began squeezing my breasts mercilessly.
His tongue also got rougher against my clit.
His teeth and tongue were a dangerous combination with his fingers.
I came, arching against the bed. “Derek!” I yelped with the thrust of my hip.
He climbed up, allowing me to pull my legs off his shoulders and relax. When he came up from my mound, I got a glimpse of his lips. I smirked, as I noticed them glistening from my arousal. And I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of raw need by merely seeing remnants of myself on him.
He bent down and kissed my neck, and then my mouth, enveloping my lips in a lasting kiss. And then he flipped me around so that I was on top of him.
“Now it’s your turn!” he smiled, sinfully.
I wasn’t sure what he meant. I didn’t know if he meant ride him, or if he meant to pound out my anger onto him; I didn’t have a clue. But I didn’t care, really. I wanted the opportunity to do as much as lustfully possible in that moment.
So in that, I rolled on top of him, switching up our positions entirely and sat up on him, my legs bent at his side. My womanhood was just over his erection, and I found myself rubbing up and down his body, relishing in the feel of his abs just before grabbing his large erection in my hand.
I held him in my hand. He was hard, the thickness pulsing beneath my touch. I moved him slowly at first—as slowly as I possibly could. Up and down, up and down, pulling his skin along with it. I watched as his veins strain and his eyes tightly close from the pleasure.
I loved being in charge of a man, especially one as alpha as Derek Sholts.
“Fucking faster!” he growled, angrily. However, I wasn’t about to listen to him, not by a long shot.
His commands only made me slow down even more, to a pace that meant that I was barely touching him at all; I teased him.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing!” he growled again, his hands grasping fully at my ass cheeks.
“And?”
“It’s not going to work!”
“We’ll see! Because I have a different perspective…” I trailed, planting a kiss at the tip.
I smiled, and nibbled along the length of his skin, just before taking the head into my mouth.
He gasped out, and immediately I swirled my tongue around the tip, slithering it in his slit. He sucked in a large breath, and I knew that he was wrong…it was totally going to work.
I held the base of his shaft in my hand and began placing small kisses over every inch of his large length. He began straining, his hardness growing bit by bit with every moment.
I took him completely in my mouth and began sucking. Hard.
"Ah, yeah, that’s it!" he breathed out, as I used both of my hands as well as my mouth to pleasure him.
I felt his hips continue to thrust, meeting the rhythm of my bobbing head with every thrust.
But then I stopped.
“Are you fucking serious?!” he cursed. “God, I hate you… Worst. Employee. Ever!”
“Well, that’s fitting considering you are the worst boss ever!” I gasped, ignoring the fact that he was angry that I pulled him out of my mouth. I had different plans.
I lifted myself up, holding his length with one hand and positioned my entrance so that it was hovering just over his pulsating tip.
“Oohh…” he breathed as I sunk lower onto him.
The feeling of being stretched was delightful, and even though it killed me to think about it, he felt incredible—better than any man ever had.
I stopped. He was only half-way inside of me, and it killed me too… but I had to, I had to pull out. I had to show him who was boss after all.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he repeated over and over, his resolve faltering, as I pulled myself off of his swolle
n cock.
I smiled, grabbing ahold of it.
“What the fuck?!” he screamed. He hadn’t expected me to stop, and I loved it. I loved torturing him. Still smiling with devilish intent, I used the tip of his pulsating cock to furiously rub my clit.
“Oh my God!” he gasped.
I smiled.
“Holy shit!” he yelled again, clearly excited.
I used him like I would a vibrator, and my God, it felt sensational.
I supported my weight on my knees and let him hold my hips, as I continued to move him over my nub. Forwards, backwards, all around—it felt so good… and then I became rough.
I began slapping it against my engorged clit—over and over again—my breath becoming ragged.
“Jesus,” he growled. “This is the sexiest, most erotic thing I’ve ever seen…”
I scoffed. That was highly unlikely.
“I don’t care if you like it,” I said breathlessly. “All that matters is that I do; I just want to get off.”
“And you’re using me to do it; and it feels so fucking good.”
I smiled. I felt so powerful. And it was incredibly satisfying, and a part of me even enjoyed watching the satisfied look on his face as well—although I would never admit it.
"About what I said earlier," he said through gritted teeth.
"Mhmm?" I asked, not really caring as I threw my head back in pleasure. All that mattered to me was the feel of his heated, hard cock against my throbbing clit.
"It's working,” he admitted. “Definitely working….”
Chapter 11
“God, you’re going to kill me!" he screamed holding my hips steady as he pumped into me with sharp, hard strikes. “You’re so tight!”
It felt like our fucking had gone on for decades. But I was fine with that.
The longer it went on meant the longer I had until I had to face the music of my actions.
And I didn’t want to face the music.
I didn’t want to admit to what I had done.
“And your eyes are so fucking gorgeous!” he continued, and I didn’t know how to react to all the compliments. Sure, half of them were sex-related, but he also complimented my eyes. I wasn’t sure how to react to it at all. I didn’t want him to confuse what was happening. Hell, I didn’t even know what was happening.
He held my breasts, tweaking my nipples, as I clenched my eyes shut so that I could focus on the sensations.
But it didn’t take long until the orgasm hit, and I cried out with incredible force. But he wasn’t done, and I was fine with that because as he continued to pound unapologetically, I felt my orgasm continue to shoot through me.
I writhed and quaked, as he began to plow and just as my walls clenched him in one final pulse of pleasure, I felt him stiffen and release a primal, animalistic sound. I gasped, as I watched his veins and muscles bulge out at me, as his hot seed filled me; and I nearly swooned at the gorgeous sight before me.
Spent, I fell onto his sweaty chest, my lungs barely able to catch a breath.
“Wow” was all that I could say before kissing his chest.
I wasn’t sure why I kissed his chest. I was sure that was against the rules. I was sure that I shouldn’t have. And it was certainly not something you did after angry sex with someone you despised…
But yet, I kissed him…
“God!” he yelled, breathless. “That was the sweetest revenge I’ve ever given,” he said, almost reciprocating my thoughts completely.
I didn’t know why, and I didn't know how, but I sighed and felt myself drift off to sleep, with his softening member still inside of me.
Chapter 12
I awoke with him staring at me, and it took me a moment to realize where I was. I was in his bed. When I looked down and saw my naked breast peering out from underneath the white cotton sheet, memories of just a few hours ago flashed in my mind. We had sex.
I had sex with Derek Sholts. I had sex with my boss.
“Enjoy that bone I threw you last night?” he asked, cockily smirking at me.
I snarled and cursed under my breath.
“Excuse me, pig?! Did you enjoy the bone I threw you?!”
He laughed.
LAUGHED!
“Oh, please, country girl… I rocked your world.”
He was so smug, so ridiculously cocky that I wanted to rip his face off! “I would love to rip that smug little face off and feed it to my country farm pigs!” I bellowed, pulling the cover tighter to me.
“How about you go get showered and run and get my breakfast…if you still want a job,” he said and laughed, throwing the sheets off of himself.
I watched his bare ass as he walked away with a sort of cockiness that I knew he possessed, but wasn’t expecting—not a time like this.
But I wasn’t going to let him get away with it.
Instead, I, too, got up and followed him out of the room. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but as soon as my hands came in contact with his flesh, I knew that I had lost my cool. I pushed him into the nearest wall and found myself screaming out at him.
“Go get your own breakfast!” I yelled, my southern accent ripping out of the hole I tried to bury it in so long ago.
His chest had hit the wall—but only slightly—from my heated shove, and when he turned around, I could tell that he was angry. But I didn’t care. And he knew that. Because when his eyes flashed to mine, I could tell that he was reading them.
I was cold, implacable in my disdain.
He muttered something beneath his breath, something that I couldn’t quite understand, and I was sure it was likely a good thing that I hadn’t heard him.
Rather than focus on it, rather than question it further, I shook it off.
I didn’t care.
Fuck him.
Crazily—I’ll admit—I looked down though. I wasn’t sure what it was that drew my attention down towards his member, but my eyes immediately fell there. And when they did, I could do nothing but watch as he began touching himself.
I couldn’t help but watch and instinctively nibble on my lips as he continued to stroke himself. He was growing hard… and I was growing aroused watching him grow hard.
I couldn’t tell you why though. The man was disgusting. The man was a horrible creature in fact. He was manipulative and cruel, but I wanted him…
Man, I wanted him…
I reached out and slid my hands over his hips, and he continued to stroke—faster and faster with every pump.
I looked at him, at his eyes specifically, and never looked away. I was angry, but I also felt overcome with some sort of mentally disturbing passionate desire for him.
I wanted him bad.
And I felt like a total slut because of it.
My hand dipped down to his erection and curled around it, immediately feeling his stomach lurch with a jolt. However, that sort of excited reaction only motivated me further. My slender fingers continued their assault of his hardened shaft, methodically moving up and down its entire length. I gripped, re-gripped, and felt his cock grow even harder the more I pumped.
A long growl escaped from the deepest part of his chest as I continued my ministrations.
I felt his core tighten, and when I looked up, his eyes were shut and his breath was ragged. I knew that he was almost there; I knew it wouldn’t be long. He felt it; that familiar pressure had begun to build, and I smirked at my abilities as the raggedness of his breath began to echo throughout the entire room.
I smiled devilishly as I removed my hands form him, leaving him completely exposed to the air.
“Where are we taking this party?” I asked, with a lot more courage—and lust—than I ever thought possible.
“Right here,” he groaned, moving closer to me.
He pulled me closer by wrapping his arm around my waist. My hand slid up his back, and I caught a whiff of the most incredible smell I believe I had ever smelled on a man before.
He smelled delectable—clea
n and masculine like soap, vanilla, and musk.
I felt his hard pulsating muscles ripple beneath my touch and immediately felt the incredible rush of an adrenaline pumped arousal like no other. I couldn’t believe I was about to fuck him, fuck him hard, fuck him long, and fuck him so, so good—all over again—especially given how much I couldn’t stand him.
“So you really don't like me…” he trailed.
"No," I said, without missing a beat. But as soon as I watched his expression fall to the floor, I stammered a bit and realized how utterly cruel that was… I hesitated for a minute, “I’m sorry.”
I hoped I sounded sincere. I felt bad that I felt nothing for him, but I hoped the fact that I wanted his body was enough. I didn’t want his heart, not that he would have ever given it to me given his playboy reputation in the first place.
“But here we are…” he sighed.
“Yes… here we are.”
He walked over to me and hooked his hands under my arms and raised me—almost effortlessly—off the floor.
Chapter 13
“That can never happen again!” I screamed out, breathlessly, my chest heaving with everything that it was worth. And honestly, I knew it sounded cruel, but I didn’t care.
“What are you saying? It wasn’t good?” he smirked, cockily.
“I’m saying I must be a huge floozy if I was arguing with you one second and the next jumping your bones!”
“Floozy? Jumping bones? Who are you?” he laughed, smugly.
“My mama says floozy all the time!” I retorted. It was true, that’s what my mother always called promiscuous women, and there was nothing wrong with that word. It was far more appropriate—to me—than many of the other names that were uttered for such a lady.
“Most people—normal people—just call them sluts….” He sighed, sitting up on the bed to watch me dress.
I covered myself, trying to keep a little bit of modesty about the situation, but the sheet wasn’t really covering as much as I had hoped, but then again, I was incredibly flustered, and a whole heck of a lot embarrassed. It made my movements scattered, clumsy even. I really didn’t have enough brain power to function properly, let alone cover myself while trying to function. But I hated the word “slut,” especially when I knew I had just been one.