Break Me

“Yes!” I cry out.

I have been on edge since he met me at the elevator, half-naked and wanting me, so I knew I wouldn’t last long.

His tongue thrusts inside of my pussy, and I contract around it. My hips thrust upward, and he grips my thighs and spreads me wider. His tongue slows, and I try to thrust into his face again, needing more, but he digs his fingers into my thighs, stopping me.

“Please,” I beg, knowing I’m there.

He removes his mouth, steps back, shoves his pants down, and then wraps his hand around himself tightly, groaning as he pumps his thick cock.

I push myself up and slide off the counter, dropping to my knees before him. He rubs the tip of his cock across my lips, and I lick him, tasting the salty pre-come.

Then he steps back and pushes his erection into his shorts.

I shake my head, and he nods.

“Why?”

“You pissed me off!” he snarls.

“Let me finish.” I grab his leg and pull myself across the smooth wooden floor.

“Dammit, no.” He steps back.

“I don’t understand?” I nearly cry.

“I don’t understand, either, but I’m making this decision for us, just like you made one for us.”

“That’s cruel,” I snap.

“Damn straight it is.” And he walks away.

After my shower, I walk out completely naked and crawl into bed. He lifts his arm for me to curl up next to him, and I do. I look up at him, and he looks down.

“Kiss me.”

He does.

My hand runs down his chest, his stomach, and I grip him.

He pulls away from my kiss. “No.”

I close my eyes. Inside, I weep. He doesn’t need to push me away physically and emotionally to teach me some sort of lesson. I know I am new to having a relationship, but this can’t be how we handle things.

I wake up to Jason pushing my knees apart with his thighs. His cock is in his hand, pumping himself hard and fast. It’s beautiful. His neck muscles are strained, and every vein is visible in his strong forearm as he strokes faster and faster.

“Oh, God,” I say as the fire inside me blazes from just the sight of him.

“Fuck!” he snaps. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” He releases his cock and pulls me close. Then he lines up, thrusting harshly inside me. He comes hard, groaning sexy obscenities as his cock pulses inside of me. He leans forward and grazes his teeth across me from hip to hip. Then, in the blink of an eye, he pushes himself off the bed.

“Jason?”

“My come better be inside you when I get home.” He walks toward the bathroom then turns back. “That decision was mine alone. I came hard inside the pussy I fucking own. You made a decision yesterday and didn’t consider me one damn bit.”

I gasp as I am both angry and elated that he marked me in his own way. “You’re serious?”

“You’re damn right I am.”

After his shower, he comes out completely naked and dresses quickly.

“You’re an ass.” I pout.

“I’m the only ass that has ever owned that pussy and made it a priority.”

“Well, that changed,” I say, rolling so I am looking away from him. I have learned to make myself my own priority . . . because of Jason and our time together, but I’m not telling him that right now.

“Today, as you fight to keep my come inside of you, wishing you could get off, I’ll be trying to figure out how the fuck I’m gonna keep from killing his ass tonight.” He grabs my shoulders and rolls me over, kissing me harshly then growling as he stands up. “This is fucked up, Lo.”

“I trust you can handle it. I need you there with me!” I yell at his back in desperation. We have never had this type of moment together. I can feel the heat coming off of his body as he fights inside with his own emotions.

“You give me too damn much credit, angel,” he barks as he walks out of the bedroom.

I wait until I hear him leave then get up. I don’t know what to think. Actions speak louder than words and Jason’s actions with me have always been good. After my shower, I dress, determined to find out who killed my family. More than ever, I need closure.

I need to be smarter now. I need to get this done. I need to either live—truly live—or smile when I see the bright white light at the end of the tunnel, knowing that I have done my family proud. I have been in a relationship that I could never walk away from, because as angry as I am at him now, he is my home.

At four-thirty, he walks in the door, and I feel my body heat up. I’m pissed about this morning, but seeing him lessens the anger drastically.