When I’m certain she’s wet enough to take me, I line my cock up with her entrance and enter her in one swift shift of my hips.
Tight as a glove, she clamps down around me, and my eyes roll to the back of my head for a moment. Fuck me. Of all the girls I’ve fucked, no one even remotely compares to how good Kennedy feels. She shouldn’t feel this good. I know it’s a trap. Still, I’m willing to fall into it over and over again. Pulling all the way out, I slam into her again. I do this a couple of times, pulling myself out to the tip just to slam into her until my balls kiss her ass.
I can hear the humph sound leaving her lips with every stroke, but aside from that, she doesn’t say a single word. A triumphant smile lifts my lips. I want to make her scream and chant my name from the heavens while she begs me to let her come.
As hard as it is, I go slow, keeping my strokes hard and even. Sweat drips down my back, and I grit my teeth, feeling her pussy flutter around me.
“No, you don’t get to come yet,” I growl, slowing once more. I take us both on this never-ending rollercoaster of almost-there pleasure. Fucking her hard and fast before coming to a stop, just to do it all over again. Kennedy is panting, but she’s not begging yet.
Pistoning my hips faster, it doesn’t take much to get her to the edge all over again. When I feel that she’s just about to peak, I pull completely out.
“Jackson!” She sags against the mattress in defeat.
“I told you not to talk.” I smack her ass hard. She whimpers, but that whimper soon becomes a moan when I slide back into her warm channel. Her slick heat tugs me deeper and deeper, and soon I’m falling into the abyss, no longer able to tease either of us anymore.
“Beg for it,” I snarl as I fuck her like a savage, pressing her face into the mattress.
“Please, please…” Her sweet little voice reaches my ears, letting me know she is desperate for my cock.
“You want this cock, don’t you? Want it even though you hate the person it’s attached to.”
“Yes, yes! Please, Jackson, please…” Squeezing her hips tighter, I slam into her to the hilt and grind my hips against her ass. Like a rocket, she goes off, her pussy clamping down on me, sending me into a spiral of pleasure.
Roaring, I can’t stop myself as I erupt, filling her to the brim with my sticky seed. Falling forward, I crush her tiny body into the mattress, burying my face in her hair.
I don’t want to move. I feel so sated, intensely relaxed, but I can’t stay here with her. This isn’t that kind of thing. I’m not about to wrap her in my arms and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.
This is all a part of the plan.
Hurting her. Breaking her.
Rolling off of her and the bed, I pull my shorts back up and tuck my cock into them. Miraculously, I somehow find my shirt in the dark and tug it back on. Slipping into my shoes, I walk to the door, lingering there for a moment, my hand hesitating over the doorknob. Why do I feel the need to ask her if she’s okay? She came. I felt her pulse around me, so I know she got off. Shaking the feeling away, I open the bedroom door and leave her apartment.
Once outside, I head back to my place, feeling lighter than I have in days. Fucking Kennedy is the highlight of my day. It’s almost better than taunting her or fighting with her. When I finally get to my apartment and crawl into bed, sleep evades me, and thoughts of Kennedy fill all the space in my mind.
I hate her, but part of me cares for her at the same time, and that’s the problem. If only my hate for her outweighed every other emotion I felt, maybe then, I wouldn’t be second-guessing myself. Maybe I wouldn’t have stopped at the door, paused, and wondered if I should ask if she was okay.
She’s getting under my skin, and it’s time to squish those feelings because, in my heart, I know there is no room for someone so ugly.
16
Kennedy
I hate how he uses me. How he thinks he can just show up at my apartment for a quick fuck. Even more, I hate how I let him; hate how much I enjoy it. I don’t want to be that girl. Each time we’ve slept together, I’ve felt so dirty and ashamed. I’m so tired of feeling that way. I need to put an end to this before it’s too late. The question is, how? I’m not stupid, there is no saying no to Jackson.
Checking the time, I realize that I’m going to be late for class if I don’t start speed walking and stop daydreaming.
It’s time for my creative writing class, and even though I thought about skipping again, I decided against it. I don’t think I’ll be able to pass if I miss anymore.
The entire way, I was praying and hoping that he wouldn’t be there, but as soon as I walk in, I find him sitting in the chair behind my spot. Of course, he grins as soon as he sees me, like he’s actually happy and not here to make my life a complete living hell. Taking my usual seat, I try my best to ignore him as I get out my books and papers. Even though I haven’t been attending classes, Mrs. Jarrid has been sending me the assignments via email.
“How is your cunt doing? Sore?” he leans forward in his seat and whispers into my ear, his breath moving the tiny hairs against my neck. “Or are you ready for more?” When I don’t answer or turn around, he continues his taunting. “I’m coming by later for more, just so you’re prepared. Make sure you’re nice and wet for me. You know, like normal.”
Stupid. I’m so stupid, instantly my core clenches around nothing, and excitement swirls around in my belly like a tiny tornado. I hate the reaction I have to him; hate how much power he holds over my body.
“Good morning, class,” Mrs. Jarrid greets everybody with a smile. “Please get out your books and turn to page two-hundred-and-forty-one.”
I do as instructed and push the stupid thoughts away, preparing to do some actual learning. Reaching into my bag, I pull out a pencil and then drop the bag to the floor.
“Maybe we can fuck with the lights on this time?” Jackson whispers from behind me, and though it is a whisper, it’s loud enough that the people beside us can hear every word he’s saying. Ignoring him is my best bet. If I don’t react, he has no ammunition.
“What, you don’t want everyone to know how badly you want to ride my dick? Is that why you aren’t responding? Are you ashamed?” He slashes me with another sentence, and I swear my cheeks heat to the temperature of the sun.
Why is he embarrassing both of us like this? Why can’t he shut his fucking mouth? Does every little thing have to be about hurting me, breaking me down a little bit more?
Mrs. Jarrid says something up front, but I can’t focus because all I can hear is Jackson panting against the back of my neck.
“You should be used to this position, facing away from me…” He doesn’t get to finish his sentence because, thank you, Lord, Mrs. Jarrid interrupts him.
“Excuse me, Jackson, is there a reason you keep interrupting my class?”
“Uhh, no.”
“Well, you’ve been warned in the past about talking when I’m talking, and since you can’t seem to follow simple instructions, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Jackson huffs with disbelief, and I bite the inside of my cheek to stifle my grin. Finally, somebody puts him in his place.