“Jude,” I whimper.
His reply is a growl.
He’s so angry. And I love it.
I reach between us to work my clit but he catches my wrist and pins it above my head.
I try to get there with my left hand and his eyes sparkle with angry mischief as he pins that, too, plowing into me, using his pelvic thrusts as a way to keep me pinned up against this wall.
He drives up into me over and over, while his nostrils flare and I’m a limp ragdoll, just taking it, feeling it, memorizing it.
And then I’m on the bed again, flipped to my belly, yanked up to my knees by my hips and he’s back inside. And now the fingers of his right hand are between my legs, too.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He clamps down on the back of my neck with his teeth. Not hard, but claiming, and my nipples are so hard I’m sure they could cut glass.
His fingers dance between my legs, playing with my piercing, making my clit zing. I bounce back against him as his cock glides in and out of me, but I can’t move much because of those teeth on the back of my neck. His facial hair feels amazing against my skin, his body heat is insane, and we’re both still kind of dewy from the shower so it’s hot, it’s wet, and it’s absolutely delicious.
A climax is within reach. I’m close.
But he must read my body and decide it’s not time because his hand goes away and then his body heat moves away, too. I’m turned to my back and then my toes are pointing to the ceiling as my legs balance against his chest and he’s driving inside me again.
He doesn’t look so angry anymore, he looks almost feral, like he’s caught up in sensation.
“Can I take your ass, baby?” he asks, fingertips grazing it.
I shake my head. “Not unless I take yours first.”
He laughs but then as quickly as it happens, he goes serious again.
His eyes are closed and he’s biting his lip as he fucks me, grunting with every drive. This pounding is punishment, but I’ll take it. I’ll take anything I can get right now because it’s all I’m going to get from him.
“Jude, let me come,” I whisper.
He chuckles, then grabs my ankle and drops a kiss on it before picking up his pace.
The chuckle doesn’t fool me, though, because there’s definite anger still. He flexes his jaw. “Your cunt feels so fucking good, Vixen. I could live here. And I just might.”
I squeeze around him and this earns me a sound of approval. He slows his pace, too.
“You wish,” I mutter, but my heart is doing something funny right now. Wishing, probably.
“Keep doin’ that,” he demands.
“I will if you let me come,” I offer, breathlessly.
He glares at me and grabs my face.
“I’m in charge here.”
I laugh and then squeeze around him again.
He strums my clit once and then lets go.
I reach down to do it myself, but my wrist is captured again. He kisses it before pushing it away. I reach with my other hand, launching daggers from my eyes, and he tries to catch it, so I slap his hand. His other hand comes up and he slaps my jaw. I jolt. It wasn’t hard but it made a point.
His eyes are fiery mad. I gasp.
He slapped me.
“You slapped me!”
“You want to hate fuck with me?” he asks.
“Bring it on,” I grind out.
I pull my legs down and scramble to my knees. Now we’re both on our knees facing one another.
I’m pissed. Absolutely fuming.
I reach up to slap his jaw and he catches my wrist with his left hand and slaps my cheek with his right.
And I’m shocked. And for some reason, way turned on. I lift my left hand as if to hit him with it and when he reaches to catch it, he loosens his hold on my right hand enough that I’m able to pull free and I punch him right in the mouth.
Not super-hard but hard enough I feel the strain in my knuckles and my wrist.
He laughs.
Laughs!
I slap him again. Harder
He slaps me back.
“Fuck you,” I snap, my face stinging.
I’ve pulled my hand back each time for force. He hasn’t. They’re little slaps. And he has a sexy look on his face even though he still looks ticked.
He slaps my ass. Hard enough that I fall into him. He catches me and then he’s got my face in both hands and our tongues are twisted up together as I whimper into his mouth.
He lets go of my face only long enough to slap my pussy once, hard enough that I jolt, but then he’s got both of my thighs and is wrapping my limbs around his waist. He moves forward and then my back hits the mattress. Immediately, he’s pistoning his cock into me again. Hard. Grunting. Over and over. Growling at me the whole time, like a wild animal. And I’m whimpering at how incredible this feels.