“What’s that? You want my cock?”
I slam my hips into hers, earning a whimper. I grind her against the wall, wrapping her legs around me.
She gasps as I pull down my zipper while still sucking on her neck, her mouth.
“I’m not letting you fuck me.” She moans.
“You sure about that?”
She’s grinding against the hand I have in her panties, her mouth slack, half open.
I pull the condom on, wincing at the touch. I’m so fucking hard for her. I don’t even bother pulling off her panties, just push them to the side and slam inside of her, making her arch back and scream, “McCarthy, fuck,” while one hand tries to grab for purchase on the wall and the other scrapes on my shoulder.
“Oh, you’re so fucking big.”
“You took me up the ass. You can handle this.”
She lets out a low moan as I slam into her tight cunt, the tight, wet heat of her making me rabid.
“Oh God,” she sobs out as I take her, forcefully, violently, needily, carving out a space in her that I can crawl into.
She jerks against the wall, her moans turning into whimpers of pleasure as my cock pounds into her. She arches against me, my length rubbing against her clit as I fuck her, making her take every thick inch over and over.
I’m close. Jenna’s practically sobbing against my neck.
“That it? You want me to chain you up and fuck you when I feel like it, huh? Fuck you just like this whenever I want, slap your ass when you don’t say thank you when I drop you on the floor, my come leaking out of you?” I grunt. “Take it. There’s my good girl.Take it.”
She comes with a sob as I come, spilling in her, feeling her shudder and pulse around me.
I pull out of her too fast and catch her when she lands awkwardly on her feet, one of her heels missing.
“Is this what you want?” I demand.
Her teeth clack when I shake her.
“I asked you a fucking question. Jenna, you want to be mine, be my little—”
“Stop, McCarthy, stop.” She’s whimpering. “You’re scaring me.Please.”
“Fuck.”
She sinks downon the floor, crying, and buries her head in her arms.
“Jenna.” I reach for her.
She flinches.
“Jenna, please, I’m sorry, Jenna.Jenna.” I slide on the floor to sit next to her. I rest my head against her shoulder. “Jenna, I fucked up, and I’m sorry.”
“You’re the worst man I’ve ever met,” she sobs out.
“I know, I know, I am. I’m sorry. Just… I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I beg.
“You didn’t.” She wipes at her face. “That was the best fucking sex of my entire life. Every time with you is so freaking amazing, and it’s not fair because you’re an awful person and you’ve ruined me for when I do find my soulmate.”
I want to promise her then and there that I’m it—I’m her soulmate—I’m who she’s been waiting for her entire life.
The only reason I feel that desire is because she’s crying—something about endorphins or oxytocin or something when you have sex like that.
