He joined her on the bed, coming to kneel by her head with his hand fisting his cock. She felt the smooth marble-like tip against her lips, and she turned her head away half angrily. Only to cry out in pain when she felt his fingers dig into her hair, tugging her face back. “Take it, Bella,” he ordered softly yet with a layer of steel that made her sob soundlessly. Her mouth seemed to part of its own accord, her nostrils flaring in awareness of the deliciously hot, musky scent of him, so fresh and so arousing. How she hated herself for submitting to his hard dominance. Bella wrapped her lips around his thickly veined shaft and hated herself again, for telling herself at once that he tasted so f**king good.
He let go of her hair, and busied his hands with stroking her br**sts and between her parted thighs, even as his h*ps thrust into her face. Even with her own hands tied out of the way, Bella managed to make good use of her lips and tongue, giving his erect dick endless lollipop licks around the swollen cap and along the timber-like shaft. She heard him moan again and again, but wasn’t sure if the sounds were coming from his throat or hers, because soon she was sucking hard on him, taking more and more of his inches and never easing up from the pleasure of it. Once or twice he shoved in and almost hit the back of her throat, making her gag on his powerful meat. And Bella loved it. Heaven help her, she loved it all…
* * *
When he took her, he took her slow. Jason kept telling himself he had all night, and wasn’t going to just erupt within a minute of sliding his c*ck into her slick, clutching, velvety p**sy. But damn, it was hard not to just let go. He’d had to wrench himself out of her mouth before he came in her throat. Only to discover that her p**sy was just as punishingly sweet.
He could feel her whole body still fighting him, rejecting him – but there was one part of her that welcomed him in, suctioning on relentlessly.
Jason settled himself between her thighs and bent to take her lips in a kiss. She clamped against him for a moment, but then, like a moist, warm flower, her lips parted to take his tongue. It was at that moment he surged into her and filled her p**sy to the hilt in one deep, hard stroke.
Bella gasped out loud against his mouth, her h*ps bucking involuntarily against his. Her body seemed to quiver in response to his powerful penetration, which he in no way let off. Instead of easing up, he drove into her more strongly, entrenching himself as far into her tight, sweet walls as he dared. Soon, he could feel her moving against him of her own accord, could feel her h*ps undulating in tune with his. Only then, did he reach up and untie her hands, clasping them for a moment in his as he deepened the kiss, eating into her mouth like he was starved. Finally, he released her, bracing his arms against the mattress as he picked up momentum. Looked like he wasn’t going to last much longer, Jason realized. He would have to save the impressive performance for later. This time, he needed just one hard, fast f**k to take off that hungry edge that had gnawed at him since earlier that day when she’d said “yes”. Jason hoped to make her say “yes’ again and again before the three days was up…
He felt her fingers grip and dig into his waist, before sliding down to cup his ass cheeks and squeezed. He ground into her, banging her p**sy with countless balls-deep thrusts till her nails were digging into the firmness of his ass. He could feel her vag**al muscles constrict spasmodically, and knew she was coming even before she started to rock hard against him, a wail of pleasure sprouting from her lips. He was glad to bring her to a cli**x for a second time, which meant he could now take his own. Soon enough, he let himself go, breaking from her lips and arching his back as he pumped deep into her cunt everything he had in him.
He came and came till he thought he’d never stop. But the second he was done, he realized with a wild jolt that he wanted her again. Damn, it was going to be a long, hot night…
* * *
Every time it happened, she hated herself. Felt shamed and degraded, not just by his almost insatiable lust for her, but for her answering desire for him. Yes, her body soon came to want his pounding, massive c*ck tearing into her. Her mind and heart rebelled against it, but her body wanted, needed to be taken once more by him. And she always swore it was for the last time. That she’d stand up to him.
But she didn’t.
The second night he invited her over to his place, a well-designed house on the hills. There was a chef to serve them dinner in his art deco dining room. The food, the wine, even the light, civil chitchat they shared while they ate – it meant nothing. All she could think of was him touching her again, his fingers raking over her body. All she wanted was his cock, hard and punishing, f**king her till she came in torturous waves. Their eyes met many times during the meal, and she could tell from his dark, glinting gaze that he felt exactly the same.
They left the dining room at last. He led her deeper into his house, through the door of the master bedroom. She barely had time to glimpse the massive California king size before he tugged her into his arms and kissed her. Soon she was to discover that they may end up not using the bed after all.
Right there, with his back against the wall, he shoved his hands up her dress, pushing it out of the way as he hooked his fingers in her panties and ripped them off. Quickly, his lips still locked with hers, he unbuckled his trousers and freed his raging cock, which sprang into the air, sturdy and mast-like.
She gasped against his lips, wrapping her legs instinctively around his h*ps as he hoisted her up, hands cupping her ass. Bella’s fingers were fisting into his thick wavy hair as she kissed him back hungrily. She felt him balance her atop his dick, and held her breath. She knew she was just seconds away from being impaled on his throbbing meat, but it didn’t scare her. She figured it might hurt a bit, but she also knew that she was already sopping wet. More than ready for their first hot bang of the night.
She hadn’t miscalculated. Seconds later, he all but drilled himself right up into her waiting p**sy. First with shallow, sampling thrusts, feeling his way in with his cap and not much more. Bella moaned against his lips hungrily. She wanted more. She wanted it all. And he obliged soon enough as he ground into her without warning, ripping his way right up to the mouth of her cervix. Now he had his impressive length buried inside to the hilt, and Bella couldn’t help it, she began to bounce up and down on him. She had to grip his hair tightly for balance as she fed her p**sy with his blistering baton, hearing him groan out her name. She smiled against his lips, loving the way his fingertips dug into the softness of her ass as she pumped herself wantonly on his c*ck in perfect synchronization with his own upward thrusts.
Bella couldn’t remember coming so fast or so hard. It was tsunami-like in its intensity and unexpectedness. She definitely hadn’t seen it coming. One moment they were f**king each other like savages, and the next, he lodged his c*ck right inside that spot that rang all her bells. She hadn’t even known she had that spot – but damn him, he hit it good. Her p**sy flooded on his c*ck like a tide, and Bella’s head fell back as that strange, animalistic sound only he could make her utter burst from her lips. He held her tightly in place, building his own tempo till he too, pulsed and roared his release deep inside her like a storm.
Slumping against him, Bella told herself they were spent – for the moment. Knowing him, he’d pick right up from where they left off in a few minutes. And already, her greedy p**sy was twitching with the delicious prospect…
* * *
It was the third night.
Strange how they f**ked far more than they talked. No, words were never needed between them. She showed up when and when he wanted, and then they went at it like wildcats. When it was over, she never lingered; couldn’t bear to see him gloat that he’d shown her, one more time, how he could turn her into jelly in his hands. Bella kept telling herself it was a matter of time and she’ll have him where she wanted him. And then he would be made to pay back in full for all he’d made her endure….
This time, he’d asked her to meet him at his office. “I’ll send the staff away a bit early,” he said on the phone when he called her close to mid-day. Bella was in her own office, trying not to squirm in her chair as his voice rolled over her like crushed gravel. Hearing his voice brought to mind every moment of lustful abandon she’d had to share with him. Was she a fool to be looking forward to more? Silly woman, she chided herself – you should be wishing it were over and done with…
“Your office?” she repeated, not really sure she heard right.
“Correct,” he drawled, voice growing husky with every word. “I guess it’s just one more fantasy I’d like to bring to life. That’s if you don’t mind.” Now, he had that mocking tone she so hated. “It’s the last time, after all. Would be a shame to not try out that horrendously expensive desk of mine. Was wondering when I’d finally get the chance to put it to proper use.”
Bella gritted her teeth against the angry retort that hovered on her tongue. Damn him to hell! Nothing mattered to him but having her at his mercy, taking and taking her till she began to wonder if he wasn’t getting too much of a bargain out of all this. It had been two nights already, and yet he’d had her more times than she could count. But then a voice counseled her into confessing at least to herself that he hadn’t been doing all the taking.
She made herself say calmly at last in reply to his last statement, “You know, maybe it is fitting after all, using your office. I mean, that’s where it started – so I guess it will be only right that that’s where it should end.”
“And I promise you – you’ll enjoy it,” he said softly, and hung up before she could say anything more.
Bella’s lips tilted in a humorless smile as she replaced the receiver. That’s what you think Jason, she mused vengefully…
* * *
“Say it, Bella. For once, I want to hear you say it.”
Bella shut her eyes against Jason’s harshly spoken words in her ear. What more could he want, she cried out inwardly. Here she was, in his office like he’d said. And now, he had her bent over his desk, her skirt in folds up around her waist, Her bare bottom, stinging from the last several hard spanks from his palm, was pressed against his equally nak*d groin. She could feel his cock, hot and ready, pulsing between her parted thighs. He had his left hand cupping her breast beneath her shirt, while his other hand soothed her throbbing ass cheeks. The pain from his recent smacks still lingered deliciously, and she could hardly wait for him to claim her as powerfully and surely as he always did.
“Tell me!” he growled, his right hand leaving her ass to grasp a handful of her long blonde hair, which he tugged back, making her roots twinge. Bella cried out. “Tell me how much you want this cock,” he added commandingly.
Bella only shook her head, biting her lip against the pain in her scalp. It felt so good though, even as it ached like a thousand pin-pricks.
“No…” she managed, arching her back as he pulled even harder on her hair, drawing her back till his lips could trail over her delicate earlobe.
“Your p**sy is wetter than it’s ever been,” he informed her huskily, and she could feel his free hand tapping that spot down between her ass cheeks where her p**sy did all the talking her mouth wouldn’t do.