Page 82 of Jerk

Her ponytail tickles my skin, a contrast to her stinging scratches. She looks at me with defiance as she unbuckles my pants, pushing them down with her hands while she pulls at my boxers with her teeth. When she unleashes me, there’s no hiding how hard she makes me, my staff at full erection. She grins, right before she sinks her teeth into my thigh.

“You’re confident tonight,” I groan, another one escaping when she bites down on the other side. “What are you planning, Kitten?”

“To make you mine.” Her words come out breathy and light, her lips grazing my staff. My abs tighten, the throbbing veins in my cock telling me how riled up she gets me.

“Careful,” I groan.

“Or what?” She slinks up. Straddling me again, those round, perfect tits land in my face.

Leaning forward, I make sure my words land against her ear. “Or I won’t be.”

Her eyes lock on mine before they wander my face. Something shifts, but before I can read her, she tugs her lace panties to the side and slides herself right onto me.

“Fuck…” Another groan escapes me. It’s like the first time back on the ice after a break. It’s like the first smoke after calling it quits. She always feels so fucking good.

“We stopped being careful a long time ago,” she says, the room darkening around us. She finds a steady rhythm, my fists clenching as she moves those hips. Her wet warmth on my cock makes it damn near impossible to keep letting her take the reins. But the look on her face, her eyes glazed, her mouth open like she's found serenity. It makes me hang on that much longer.

She’s right. I’ve been far from careful. Tonight shows that, but right now I don’t fucking care.

“Take me,” I groan, wanting nothing more than my hands on her ass. “Show me what you got, Kitten.” The feeling of her using my cock makes my heart hammer against my ribs, my eyes falling to her tits as they bounce with each thrust.

“Who knew you were such a good sub?” she says, her breath heavy as she works her hips harder. It takes everything in me not to thrust so hard into her she’ll break. “I know I can take you, but can you take this?” She sinks her teeth into me again, the mix of her bouncing on me and the sting of her bite only making me harder inside her.

I’m throbbing and she feels it too, the sounds she makes, the sweat shining on her body.

“I enjoy power,” she moans, her head falling back. “I won’t let you take that from me.”

“Like how you’re taking me?” She moves faster, the springs underneath the cushion of the recliner doing their best to keep us both up. They squeak with our movements, combining with the sounds of her body slapping against mine. “Do you enjoy the power? Do you really want me to break you?”

“You can’t break me.” She moves harder, faster. And it’s too fucking much.

Grabbing the tape, I wrap my two fingers around it and pull. She squeals when I pick her up before her back hits my bedroom wall. I keep her legs around me, drilling into her while she scratches and bites me, unleashing havoc on my body.

“You think you’ve won?” Hannah moans against my neck, her arms tight around me.

“I know I have." Her head hits the wall, her back arching against it, and I can’t help but gloat. “You’re almost there. Why don’t you let it go, Kitten?”

“Not until you do.” She tightens her legs around me, but her words light a fire.

My hand flies to her neck. “Careful what you say.”

“What?” She smirks, my grip tightening. “You can’t keep your cool?”

“No,” I’m firm with my words as her eyes lock on mine. It makes it so much harder to hang on to my release. “I need you to be clear with what you want.”

“I want to feel you crumble underneath me.” She pants. “I want to know I’m not the only one under this spell. I want you to show me who’s in charge, and that’s me.”

My grip tightens around her again, her words bringing me right to the brink. “Hannah…” I groan.

“Prove it,” she urges as she clamps harder on my cock. “Fucking, prove it. Please prove it.” She begs, her breath ragged and… fuck…

“Fuckkk, Hannah!” I groan as I own her from the inside out. As I mark her in a way that makes her mine.

It feels like heaven and hell colliding. Relief and submission as my muscles spasm, my toes curl, and everything in my brain disappears.

I’ve never felt anything like it.

And she’ll pay for that.