I hear him suck in a sharp breath as he starts withdrawing from me, the fullness alleviating slightly, but then I’m thrust forward as he re-enters me on a punishing drive. I scream again.
‘Brace your arms, Ava!’ He repeats the delectable move, and I stiffen my arms and rest my sweating forehead on my forearm.
‘Jesse, please.’ I beg.
‘It’s feels good, doesn’t it?’ he asks, his voice carnal and hungry.
‘Yes.’
‘You love me taking you hard, don’t you, Ava?’
‘Yes!’
‘I know you do,’ He shifts his grip from my hips and hooks his hands over my shoulders before he crashes forward again and again, yelling in fulfilment each and every time. He reaches under me and glides over my quivering clit with his fingers.
I scream and sink my teeth into my arm in desperation as my head starts to spin with a mixture of incredible pleasure and sharp stabbing pains. I can feel my climax approaching, and in a fraught attempt to seize it, I push back against him on each of his incessant blows.
‘Oh, no you don’t.’ he growls, removing his fingers and withdrawing his cock.
I cry out in anger as he yanks my hands from the headboard and spins me around, pushing me down on the bed. He straddles my stomach, trapping my arms by my side with his knees and starts lashing his fist back and forth over his pulsing cock. I close my eyes.
‘Open your eyes, Ava!’ he shouts and grabs my hipbone, prompting me to scream and buck under him.
‘You’re a bastard!’ I throw him my evilest look. ‘I’m going to get so drunk tonight!’
‘No, you’re not.’ He continues working himself over me as I watch, his eyes hooded and dark, his strained neck muscles bulging. I press my lips together. I will not be opening my mouth!
He falls forward, bracing his free hand on the bed and spills himself all over my br**sts on a loud yell that resounds around the whole bedroom. He pants above me, slowing his strokes as I wriggle futilely. My br**sts are coated in his warn cum, my hair is all over the place, my make-up probably needs re-doing and I’m fit to burst with the immense pressure in my groin. I am not a happy girl.
‘Do you want to come?’ he asks, looking down at me, sweat coating his forehead.
‘I’m going out!’ I bark, just to make it clear that I am not bargaining with him on this. No way!
‘Stubborn woman.’ He reaches down and wipes his palm all over my chest, spreading himself over every square inch of my torso. ‘My work here is done,’ he says on a half-smile, before leaning down and pressing his lips hard on mine.
My lips part involuntarily and I soak up the greedy lashes of his tongue, moaning, begging for more, but then he pulls back and I thrash my head from side to side, flipping myself onto my front. I hear him laugh, and then he slaps my arse hard before he gets off the bed. ‘Don’t shower.’
‘I’ve not got time!’ I yell to his back as he rearranges his boxers on his way out. I shout and thrash myself about on the bed for a few moments. I don’t know what this is going to achieve, apart from messing my hair up some more and smudging my make-up further. I can’t believe he did that. What am I talking about? Of course I can believe it. This man is beyond unreasonable and challenging.
Right! I jump off the bed and set about sorting myself out. My blow dried waves are now more of a tousled array of brunette and my cheeks are flushed. I look well and truly f**ked, which is ironic because I’m not. Not in the satisfying sense, anyway. I clench my thighs together on a groan and grab a wash cloth to wipe the remnants of Jesse from my chest. There is no wiping away the huge love bite on my boob. There will be no low cut anything for me tonight and not just because of the bruise on my chest.
Control freak!
After refreshing my make-up and getting dressed, I walk down the stairs as quietly as possible. I’m heading straight out that door and with any luck, it will be a while before he notices I’m gone. He is nowhere to be seen as I scan the vastness of the penthouse, so I tiptoe to the kitchen and poke my head around the archway. Where is he?
‘You’re not f**king wearing that!’
My legs instantly kick into gear at the sound of that fierce voice and I dash for the door, slamming it behind me to hinder his pursuit while praying the elevator is open. I thank all that is holy and dive in the lift, punching the code in frantically. The doors shut just as I see Jesse’s raging face appear through the tiny gape. I give him a cheeky wave and turn to look at myself in the mirror.
Okay, so the grey Chloe number is a bit on the racy side, but my legs look incredible, even if I do say so myself. He asked for this.
The elevator door opens and I scurry across the marble floor, searching for my keys as I go. He’s got to get some clothes on and wait for the elevator to get back up to the penthouse, so I should be fine.
‘Hi, Clive!’ I sing, running past him and emerging into the evening air. I fire my key fob at my car and run across the car park.
I hear him before I see him. I turn and watch as he flies out the foyer of Lusso, looking like the Devil himself. I clench my lips shut to suppress my laugh. He looks homicidal. He tears towards me, barefoot and gloriously naked, except for his fine, tight boxer shorts. I stay where I am. I knew I wouldn’t be going out in this dress, whether he caught me here or at the bar, I was always going to be hauled home in disgrace and dressed in something more suitable by Jesse’s standards.
He grabs me and flings me up onto his shoulder, reaching up to hold the hem of my dress down before taking me straight back into Lusso. ‘It’s just my f**king luck that I go and fall crazy in love with most impossible woman in the f**king world. Evening, Clive.’