"You want to see spoiled, babe?" He transferred both of her wrists so that he was holding them with one hand, then he put his other hand between them and opened his fly. He adjusted his clothing and his bulging penis was pushing against her. He looked down at her wide eyes. "Answer me."
Amy nodded her head in fascination. She could feel the wetness between her thighs. He was so awesome when he was out of control.
At her nod of confirmation, Jake reached underneath her short skirt and ripped her panties off. He lifted her tee-shirt up, and unclipped her bra. He carried her over to the back of the couch, then flipped her over until her hands were grasping the back of the sofa. He lifted her, spread her legs completely and slammed into her from behind.
Amy sucked in her breath and saw stars. He reached down between them and forcibly manipulated her clit. He growled at her. "I want you to come. I want you to come for me. I want you to come on my cock and know that you will never, ever have another man inside you again. You're my woman. The sooner you realize it, the better it will be for you." He pushed in and pulled out. Over. And again. Short, stabbing strokes.
"Mine. Say it."
"Y-yes. Yours." Amy undulated in time with his strokes. She was about to go over.
Jake gritted his teeth and strained for control. He wanted her. Everything she had to give.
"My woman. My lover. My partner. You'll give in to me sooner or later." He felt her internal muscles grab him and milk him. She started screaming with her orgasm. "Yes, babe. I want everything from you. Everything. Every--Ahhh" He groaned as his own orgasm took over.
Chapter Nine
That night, after her daughter was asleep, Amy picked up the phone and called her mother. It was one of those times. One of those times that only her mother could help. Even though Amy was a grown woman of thirty-seven, sometimes she just needed her mother's voice.
This was one of those times.
Her mother picked up on the second ring, and got straight to the point. "Amy? Are you okay? Is something wrong baby?"
Amy felt the soothing sound of her mother's voice flow through her. Even though Amy had lost her father at a young age, she had been blessed with a wonderful mother. It had the power to choke her up.
"I'm okay, mom. I-I just need to t-talk to you. Can you talk right now?"
"Sure, baby. Robert's asleep." Amy suddenly realized that her mother always referred to her husband as 'Robert.' Even after Amy had accepted him in her heart, and started calling him 'Dad', Amy's mom never pushed him on her. She never tried to force a relationship. She never said 'your father', it was always, 'Robert.'
Her mother continued. "Are you sure you're okay? You sound like you're crying."
Amy paused. "Yeah, I guess I have been. Mom, I don't know what to do."
"Is something wrong with Kayla?" Her mom's voice was alarmed.
"No. She's fine. There's nothing really wrong. Stop worrying. I just need to talk to you. I have to tell you something. Tell somebody. I need someone to talk to." Amy was rambling.
"Okay, sweetie. Go on. I'm listening."
"I've met someone, Mom. And I think I'm f-falling in love with him--"
Her mother gasped. "Oh baby! That's good--"
"No, it's not good." She paused and took a breath to continue.
"He doesn't love you?" At her mother's question, Amy tensed and began to think about it for a minute.
"Crap. Yes, he probably does. It hasn't gotten far enough to say those words, but thinking about it now, I can see the signs. He's possessive and jealous and he's using words like 'forever.'
Her mom chuckled softly. "Yes, that's how it usually starts with a man. So what's the problem that has you so concerned? Does he kick animals or is he mean to old people?"
Amy listened to her mom's gentle teasing. "He's a cop, Mom." Amy's voice was flat.
Her mother understood instantly. "Oh, baby. I'm so sorry. Oh, Amy, sweetie, bless your little heart."
Amy inhaled a ragged breath. This is what she needed. Someone that would understand. "I don't know what to do. Kayla doesn't even know about him."
"How long have you been seeing him?"