It’s what I want. It shocks me, that after everything in my life, every man who ever tried to force himself
on me, I want him to do this to me. He’s right though; the thrill of what he’s suggesting has me writhing
and arching my body below him in wanton desire, almost begging him to take me with force. I’ve so
much anger and aggression within me tonight and it needs release. This endless need to have Jake
forcefully take me must have deeper, emotional roots but I don’t care. Whatever messed up part of me
switches this on is beyond my comprehension and I don’t want to begin analyzing it. He sits up, letting
go of me suddenly so he can lift his weight over me at a distance, giving me space. He releases my
legs, too. His eyes meeting mine.
“One little word, Emma, and I quit, okay? Just say stop and I’ll leave you alone.” He looks at me
differently, apprehension in his eyes for a moment. His voice unsure. I steel my gaze, lift my hands, and
shove him hard so he falls onto his back beside me, swiftly moving to straddle him. I yank up his shirt
exposing flawless perfection and rake my nails down his chest with every ounce of venom I can muster,
watching him flinch and bite his lip at the pain. Releasing my anger in a very satisfying way.
This is what I need.
A grin breaks across his face, he grabs me by the hips and throws me back down on the bed jumping
over me once more into dominant position.
“Game on, baby,” he mutters, coming in for a crushing kiss, starting something he excels at. Games
are Jake’s forte, his weakness when it comes to sex and he can flip it like a switch.
I fight, I bite, and I even attempt to slap him, but he’s fast with quick reflexes and grabs and pins every
one of my movements down on the mattress. It ignites something between us so hot we’re almost
engulfed in the flames, releasing teen Emma and her pent-up fury. I yank his shirt over his head, he
follows suit, yanking mine off and ripping my underwear free. I have to sink my teeth into my bottom lip
to quell the urge to moan out.
He flips me over on the bed, grabbing both my wrists and splaying me out star shaped under him, my
face buried in the pillows as his weight moves up behind me. His pants grinding against my ass heavily,
he bites and kisses my exposed shoulders roughly, holding me down. Using his foot to kick my legs
apart and nestles in between them. I can feel every part of him against my ass and the effect only
causes a rush of warmth and excitement to surge through me. I fight and squirm, but I’m so powerfully
held that I can do nothing but lay, flattened.
“I’m going to fuck you any way I want, baby.” His hoarse growl is nothing like any Jake I’ve ever known,
and it sends a thrill through me. I can barely breathe, held this way, my legs forced open by his body,
his weight crushing me and his grip merciless on my wrists. All I have is extreme hunger and desire, an
ache so overpowering but I won’t succumb.
I really want this, some crazy internal need to be forced.
Chicago Emma is being allowed free for the first time without consequence, a part of me I never
wanted him to see and he’s almost goading her out to meet him. I try to buck him off, but he pushes me
down, a hand coming to my neck and holding me from behind, fingers firm and constricting. He grinds
into me some more, increases the force with every one of my muffled cries into the pillows. My rage is
pulsing from me, but it only serves to increase how turned on I am. Jake has never been this way with
me, even when consumed by lust there’s always an element of gentleness, a feeling that I’m always
safe with him. Tonight, it’s gone, he’s primal and aggressive and it pushes me beyond control. He’s
drunk and wired from fighting, pushed on by my mood and I want this more than anything I have ever
needed. I need this release.
He lets go of my hand and neck, his body moving back off me a little, I can feel him maneuvering his
trousers off, wriggling about behind me, face still close to the back of my head so I reach back with my
one free hand and tug his hair, it’s all I can catch, struggling to tangle my fingers in its shortness, but
managing enough. I tug at it again, satisfied as he comes down biting me on the shoulder, not enough
to draw blood but enough to sting. I buck and lift my legs to try to kick, but it’s futile. It just enrages me.
Moving back, he leans off me, yanking his hair away and smacks me hard on my bare ass. Enough of
a slap to cause a sting and then a wave of heated warmth. I yelp in surprise, my first instinct is to feel
outraged, maybe even upset by him hitting me so ruthlessly. I bite down the reaction, push my butt
back hard so I collide with his now naked groin in mid-air with a satisfied grunt from him. His hand grips
my hips hard, fingers biting my skin, pulling me back to him with a thrust. I can feel all of him, he’s fully
aroused and the tension only seems to be getting thicker around us.
Bent over like this, resting on my elbows, my face still in the pillows, I feel vulnerable. I’ve got myself
into a position where he can do anything to me, and I can’t do a single thing in defense. He seems to
realize it too, both hands coming to my waist and pulling me back further, so my knees are bent below
me. He enters me roughly, no foreplay and soft touches, only the wetness of my earlier arousal and
what we’ve been doing. He isn’t gentle, he thrusts in hard and I yelp out again in surprise at the
movement. My head jerking forward further into the cushions and I claw at his hands.
Yessss!
I start moaning out as he begins thrusting hard into me, I want to fight but I also want to grind into him,
making his penetration harder. He feels better than good and the tiny stars going off inside of me
already are a sign of just how turned on I am. I’m practically unraveling without any effort from him. He
grabs my hair from the back, yanking my head back with a tug so my chin lifts from the pillows, his
other hand between my shoulders, holding me down to the bed so I can’t raise up from my chest. He’s
got me under complete control and even though the waves of pleasure are already coursing through
me, that inner instinct to fight back surges out and I start to resist him.
Using my hands to reach back and try to grab at his arm and hand on my back, to claw him, to hitch
onto anything to give me a fighting chance. I’m struggling and twisting as his thrusts get harder and
more relentless, he grunts and groans in a way he never has, and I moan out too. His heavy weight is
crushing me, his hold biting into my skin and his grip tightening cruelly but I want it harder. Unable to
control the first waves of orgasm approaching, my body starts to tighten, he bends forward over me to
put more pressure on me, changing the angle and pushing into me further. I cry out, giving up the fight,
my fingers instead clutching the sheets below me while I pant in ecstasy.
I can’t let go and lose control, let him win so easily. I need more.
I bite down hard on my lip, pushing back with all my might, using my hands as leverage on the mattress
and somehow, we both end up falling backward, his arms coming around my waist, taking me with him.
We’re too close to the edge of the bed and fall with a thud to the floor, me coming to land on his front
rather dramatically, he’s still inside of me.
That wave of satisfaction has a smile widening on my face now that I’m back in control and on top. I
begin moving in rhythm, too horny to not want it. His body goes from tense to relaxed, his hands
unwrapping from around me and moving to my hips instead, slow steady and intense grinding as a soft
sigh leaves his lips. Moving me to ride him.
I don’t think so, Carrero … I’m not ready to switch to sensual love making just yet.
I arch myself, lifting my arms over my head and sliding around his neck at full stretch. He seems to feel
it coming and as I try to tighten into an angry head lock, he thrusts his pelvis hard, my body losing
focus for a moment, enough for him to yank both my arms apart. Holding them either side of his head,
his grip tight and biting. He ups the rhythm, thrusting into me so hard I’m moved up and down on his
body. His feet are on the ground lifting us up, so he can get momentum, my legs splayed with feet
dangling over the floor and unable to steady myself.
My anger ignites, no matter what I do, he gains control. Using his sheer muscle against me. He
anticipates my every movement. His mouth comes to my ear biting and nipping my lobe.
“Yield, baby, because like it or not, I’m going to make you cum when I want you to. Not the other way
around.” The gravelly tone sends shivers through my core and kills all my resolve. His voice can push
me into submission effortlessly. His movements inside of me harder and faster and that wave that
threatens to envelope me building again and I’m so near it’s starting to consume me. I want it too badly,
giving in too easily. I’m screaming out for that release, aware that I’m moaning and panting out loud,
but I don’t care who hears us. I only want him to make me cum loud and hard, so I can feel that peak
and fall finally. The building yearn, threatening to consume me with his aggressive pounding. He
senses the change in me and pushes me off him so hard I roll onto the floor with a squeal and then a
thud. Unceremoniously dumped but a smile breaks my face darkly.
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