“I said strip. So help me, Eve, if you make me do it, tonight will be a nightmare you will never forget.” Her eyes swing to mine and she must see I’m dead serious. She hesitates as if she’s actually going to test me. Then she reaches for the bottom of her dress and pulls it gracefully over her curves. Her body has gone from too skinny to awe-inspiring. Now that Amy forces her to eat nothing but organic meals at least three times a day, she has curves. She’s glowing with health, her stomach flat, waist small, yet her fucking tits have grown. Reaching down, I unbutton my jeans and kick them off.
“Come here and kneel.” She hesitates then moves quickly, lowering herself back on her heels until she’s eye level with my leaking cock. I reach down and roughly pinch her rock-hard, dusty rose nipples and she lets out a small whimper. Like the addict I am, I fill myself up with my medicine. My hands cup and roughly fondle her breasts and I almost grab her hair and lift her so that I can suck on them, but I’ll suck later.
“Open.” Her eyes flash blue fire and I reach for her hair and jerk her angrily forward.
“Make it good, Eve, if you don’t want someone else’s lips wrapped around my cock,” I snarl as I shove myself into her mouth. My unapologetic anger and frustration make me thrust deeper as I hear her gag. “Fuck that feels good,” I grunt as I loosen my grip slightly. After all, she does need to breathe. She surprises me by opening her mouth wider. “That’s it, Angel, breathe through your nose.” Aggravated, I wonder if that sounded encouraging rather than demanding.
She reaches up and cups my hard balls, and I hiss as she starts to lick and suck forcefully on my tip. Pleasure at seeing her blond head and puffy lips wrap around my cock makes me breathe loudly. Pleasure zings through my entire body—I even feel it in my toes. As I let my gypsy pleasure me, her legs rub together and the flush across her chest tells me she’s aroused. I wrap my hand tight in her hair and jerk her off me with a pop.
“You’re going to deep throat me and then I’m going to come.” Before she can respond I shove my shaft down her throat and she gags again. “Jesus… yeah.” Holding her tightly, I move her head up and down as my body tenses with pleasure. Without taking my eyes off her, I watch her mouth, transfixed.
“I’m going to come and not one drop better leak out of these lips.” I grunt and let up a little. Her eyes are oozing tears, but I’m not sure if she’s crying or if it’s her gag reflex. One more deep thrust and my balls tighten along with my stomach muscles as I groan out her name in agonizing pleasure. I don’t blink as I watch her neck move and she swallows every single drop. And my body and mind start to calm. Gently, she pulls back and looks up at me and I have never seen her look more magnificent. She’s flushed; her lips are ridiculously red and swollen, and her eyes are at war. Whether it’s with me or with herself, I don’t care. I lift her up and carry her to the bed. She lies back and my eyes take in all that’s mine.
“This body”—I reach my hand over her full breast—“is mine. You will listen, you will submit. And if you ever tell me to fuck off again…” She leaps from the bed.
“Jason, I don’t feel good.” Her flushed cheeks are suddenly pale.
“Jason…” Her eyes plead and I literally pick her up and take her to the bathroom.
“Christ, Angel.” I lean her head over the toilet as she dry heaves.
“You’re kidding me.” I snarl but gently hold her hair and wrap my arm around her waist to steady her as she clings to me.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She looks up and for the first time since she told me to fuck off, I have that god damn flutter again and wonder if I’m losing my mind. A moan and “Oh God” snap me back to her as her body unloads this time. She pukes up her dinner in pitiful, heaving gasps.
“I got you, baby.” I caress her back, now sweaty from the effort. She finally stops and her thin hand flushes the toilet. My Angel sinks back into my arms, and her perspired head rests on my chest as I hold her from behind.
“Better?” I kiss her temple.
She nods, then turns and wraps her arms around me and cries. This is not the first time I’ve made Eve cry and I’m positive it’s not the last. But it’s the first time I’m worried about her. I hold her tight as I start the shower. “Come on, babe, step out of your panties.” I manage to detach myself enough to pull them down because Eve is like a rag doll. I gently bring her in with me and hold her as she continues to hiccup and cry. I cup her cheeks and make her look at me, my back facing the water. She blinks and shudders in some air. Both of us are caught in the steam and energy that is us. I rub my thumbs over her lips and back her up to the wall.