by Andrea Tyse
Jax was being gentle and holding back or waiting she couldn’t tell for what, so Emma made sure he knew she wanted more by experimentally squeezing her pussy around him and softly telling him to “fuck her.”
Leaning up and grabbing Emma’s legs from around his waist pushing until her knees were almost to her chest Jax punched in hard with his hips.
He snarled at the tight fit and repeated the motion again and again. Emma grabbed the blankets below her as he shoved her toward the head of the bed with increasing power, the blankets and sheets sliding along with Emma. Jax’s cock had to be fucking her deep into her belly, but Emma loved it, she lifted her head from the bed to watch Jax slide his erection out of her body then quickly shove it back in.
The noises Jax made got her even more excited, especially when he made animalistic sounds in his throat that he couldn’t help.
Panting he said, “You are staying right here with me.” When she just moaned he repeated himself and punctuated the words with a deep knock on her cervix that made her arch up.
“Yes,” she didn’t know if she was saying yes more or yes I’ll stay.
When he heard her consent his cock jumped inside of her and he began hammering into her almost shoving Emma into the headboard as it slapped against the wall. Emma felt heat bloom in her belly and spread across her body with each pump.
“Deeper,” Jax groaned as he placed Emma’s legs on his shoulders. Emma was so tight and wet he wanted to cum already. Jax reached down and rubbed her clit as he fucked her hard, one hand supporting his weight suspended above her.
One of her legs slid off his shoulders and Jax didn’t miss a beat just kept drilling into her. He thrust and pounded. Jax swore and arched his back getting just a bit deeper.
Emma began to shake uncontrollably when his cock struck deep. Orgasm hit her and she clenched around his massive throbbing erection, her body doing what came naturally, squeezing and releasing on him over and over.
She made the sexiest noises Jax ever heard and he could feel his body getting ready to cum, his cock swelling with lust.
Jax quickly brought her other leg down from his shoulders and pinned her down with the dominate thrusting of his body. Jax spread her legs out wide so he could get as deep as her body would let him. Pounding his throbbing swelling cock into her wet cunt, sliding in and out, faster and faster, Jax could feel her squeezing him almost too tight. Jax grunted every time he hit her cervix. He looked down at her, Emma’s face beautiful to him, breasts bouncing with his hard thrusts. He watched her breasts move on her chest as he punched in and out. Her nipples were red and wet from his mouth.
Jax couldn’t stop the harsh sound in his chest when his own climax overtook him making his rhythm uneven and his ass tighten with the first jet of cum. Semen sprayed out of him in wave after wave of hot ejaculate.
Emma made a surprised sound when she felt the heat of it hit deep inside of her. She could feel the hot spurts of his cum jetting at her cervix.
Growling as more cum shot from him, Emma jerked her hips against Jax’s. He dropped down on top of her and fisted his hands in that curly long hair he had always wanted to touch as he continued to ejaculate. Jax groaned as he pulsated over and over. More stroking inside of her.
He imagined what his dick was doing right now, shoving his cum deep in her belly and he shivered.
Jax was dripping with sweat, his whole body now riveted to her as his cock twitched and throbbed. Emma remained still, feeling submissive to his big body, over stimulated and full of cock and cum. Full of Jax.
When Jax finally relaxed he gritted his teeth as he pulled out of her tight pussy. Wetness seeped from her. Jax rolled them both away from it. Kissing her deeply, he sighed and pulled Emma closer.
“Are you convinced yet?” Jax asked finally.
“Convinced of what?” Emma could barely form a cohesive thought and he was asking her questions?
“Of why you can’t leave me,” he said smugly.
“Because we had sex,” Emma asked with a smile, “or because you still have my glasses?”
“No because you’re mine and you’re not getting your glasses back either. I’ll buy you new ones. These are staying with me because without them I never would have figured out climbing into your window that day was the best decision I’d ever made,” he said arrogantly, ignoring the fact that she could be pregnant now since he’d just cum inside with his bare cock and it didn’t scare him one bit.
“And you’re... mine?” she asked timidly already knowing the answer.
“That’s right and don’t you forget it, I’m your bully after all. Always have been, always will be.” He kissed her lips.
Emma smiled at that, and kissed him back.
Coming soon… Paul’s story!
Paul Trent was rich, good looking and knew all the right people. He was also the biggest asshole Mina Anderson ever met. Once fooled by Paul’s charm in high school, Mina learned that no one could trust a Trent, especially the golden Adonis who made her life a living hell.
Now Paul Trent is back in town and he’s doing everything in his power to fix his past mistakes.
Hating Paul for years was easy, seeing him a changed man was not.
Bully For you - Bully Book Series 2
By
Andrea Tyse
Mina Anderson sat in the far back of the classroom trying to avoid the attention of the teacher. It wasn’t that she didn’t know the answer on the chalkboard. She did, she had actually done her homework last night around 3 am. Her mom didn’t get home from work until then so someone had to stay awake while Amy was home. Amy. Mina smiled at the thought of her sister then quickly schooled her lips. Amy was a year older than Mina but had the mental capability of a perpetual adolescent. Some teenagers might have been embarrassed by their less than perfect sibling, but Mina wasn’t. She loved Amy.
The reason why Mina sat in the back of the class instead of near the outside middle of the pack like usual was because she’d gotten high in the school parking lot at lunch. Any attention from a teacher would spell an obvious suspension for coming to class high as a kite. Mina was good at being invisible though.
Paranoia began to beat at her a little, but Mina shoved it away and sat straight up in her chair. Everything was fine. She rested her eyes on the board at the front of the room. The teacher was droning on about something but Mina couldn’t catch it. Symbols in chalk floated aimlessly about the board inches from their anchored beginnings. This was good, this feeling of complete emotional numbness. No worries, no expectations. That was the good thing about a happy buzz. You could just coast along in life. Not really dealing with all those big problems like growing up, or Geometry, as was the case for Mina at the moment.
The mood was too decent to let the stress that ate away at her nervous system win. Looking down Mina noticed all the cartoon bugs she’d drawn in the margin of her notebook. Distracted from her drawings, she heard someone was making a sound like a clearing of a throat and Mina dropped her pencil. Her eyes wanted to follow the pencil as it rolled its way toward the edge of the desk like a lemming to a cliff but forced herself to look up.
Why was Paul Trent standing in front of her desk?
It was then Mina noticed all the eyes of her classmates zoning in on them. Frozen, Mina felt her lips curl into a creaky smile. She could almost hear the hinges and rusty gears moving her lips into an upside down frown. Paul attracted attention wherever he went. He was a popular rich kid, with blond good looks everyone envied. Mina remembered a time when she used to envy him too.
In slow motion Mina watched as Paul dragged over his desk. The scrapping noise the desk made rivaled the one inside her clenched smile. Mina watched on as Paul mated their desks side by side like they were Siamese twins that longed for unification. Paul slunk into his seat close to her. She could feel the tidal wave of heat, heat trying to reach her body from his.
Sliding her chair a little further from Paul’s side of the desk, her pulse was pound
ing a drum beat she was sure everyone could hear. Ignore him, Mina told herself.
Gravity shifted without her consent and bombarded Mina’s senses as she felt Paul grab the seat of her chair and drag her bottom next to his. The sounds of the other kids in the class shifting around seemed overly loud to her ears. Mina looked helplessly on as she saw a couple of the kids shoot her a pitying glance before turning away. Others with less compassion were weighing the risks of laughing, or pretending they weren’t witnessing Paul bullying her in class.
Immediately Mina didn’t feel high enough anymore. The fear was starting to crawl as all the eyes in the classroom forgot about her, and moved toward the front of the room away from the two of them.
The lights flicked off and she jumped.
Heart pounding, she waited. The smell of newly minted cash snaked into her nostrils as Paul invaded her space. The movie the class was about to view clicked on, and kids from 10 years ago began to explain how math was in everything. Mina’s brain was struggling with why the class was watching this movie when she felt it. It was the heat of Paul’s hand teasing the top of her thigh under her dress. Clenching her legs together, Mina did not feel fucked up enough to deal with this.
Mina squirmed a little in her seat. Her chair squeaked making the teacher hush the class. Slowly those fingers of heat stroked the skin of her thigh. Up and down, up and down, under her skirt. Mina jerked each time Paul’s hand made a circuit on the top of her leg. Gently sweeping closer and closer to his destination. The darkness of the room hid his actions from prying eyes. Mina could hear her heart beat pounding in her ears, and her brain latched onto the rush of air as he breathed in and out. The world had narrowed down to just the two of them. Mina could see him in her mind’s eye, Paul’s perfect pretty face and shaggy long blond hair as he toyed with her in the dark. When Mina imagined herself next to him she cringed away from what she was letting him do to her. She didn’t want to be the girl in the back of the room. She didn’t want to be the kind of girl Paul Trent touched. As Paul’s hand swept toward her panty line, Mina grasped his hand.
“No.” She whispered.
Paul moved in close, digging his fingernails into the flesh of her thigh cruelly. Mina retaliated by sinking own her nails into the back of his hand and lifting him away from her, “Never again.”
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I, Illicit
By
Andrea Tyse
"Jesus is that her?" The men stared into the interrogation room at the woman, who sat on the lone bench. They watched her through a two way mirror. If she had looked at the mirror she would have seen her reflection. Instead there she sat with her long brown hair cloaking her body gazing directly at the door on the other side of the room. Her hands lay gently on her thighs, almost as though they were each placed precisely.
"Does she ever blink?" The younger of the men inquired. Simon was a fit tall blond with a warm welcoming smile.
"Just like anybody else," the gruff reply sounded like a partial sigh.
"She's so pale and thin. I'm not so sure this is a good idea, maybe she's still in shock or something?"
"No, she's always like this, you'll get used to it. Listen, nobody's really sure how she is going to take this thing. She reacted very strongly to his death. She'd slit her wrist and was pouring her own blood into the wound on his chest and rubbing it in with the other hand.” The old man was rubbing the back of his neck almost as if he was at a loss to help her. “She was shaking when I found her, talking to herself."
"So, she's been here ever since she got out of the hospital."
“It's time for her to go to home now. Look you’re one of the best and Bionites like her are still experimental. She's never had family or friends, which was a requirement of the program. He's all she's ever known."
"From the file I've read so far, she's been very efficient for the police, she's saved a lot of lives."
The older man grunted, "That's true, but she's paid the price over and over again. Choosing you as her new partner was a real tricky thing. The upper management went crazy over a young guy as her partner and a stranger to them, but many in the program felt it was a necessity. You've got the brains and the ability to use her to the fullest extent, we need that. She was with her last partner for fifteen years, he taught her everything he knew and he was very good. So is she, but he wasn't getting any younger,” he paused, “still he had years left and no one thought this far ahead."
The older man turned to the younger looking at him hard. The man was in his late twenty's with a strong build and attractive face that spoke of trust and gentle nature, but his eyes were sharp revealing the mind behind the face.
"You realize that this contract never expires, you can't move away can't go on long sabbaticals. This is it. It's a hard life but one that can make a difference in the world if you play your cards right."
Simon turned from his boss’s accessing eyes and looked at the woman again who had not moved, barley seemed to breathe in the other room. Something in her expression made his heart want to break. Maybe it was in the way she sat so still like a child preparing to be called into the principal’s office. Being a child of his father, he knew what that stillness cost her.
"I want to meet her."
"Alright, let's introduce you to your new partner." Before the men entered the interrogation room, Simon asked, "What was she saying over her partner's body when you found her?"
The older man said softly, "Fix him."
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