Page 34 of Rush of Jealousy

My own chant is reciprocated as he gets used to being inside me again.

“You are squeezing me like a vise. So tight.” He pulls back, just to plunge forward again.

My head falls back to the mattress, and my thighs quiver to stay strong enough to withstand his thrusting. At this angle, I am able to feel him to the root—his balls smacking against me. He repeats this hard pattern until he finds a pace he enjoys and can maintain.

“How does it feel, sweetheart? You okay?”

I can barely form a word so I just nod.

He gives my ass a slap, and I yelp at the surprise.

He thrusts into me. “Fuck, you are such a bad little girl.” He pulls almost completely out. “Getting extra wet when I treat you like my wench.” Thrust. “You are only lying to yourself if you claim you don’t enjoy everything I do to you.” Pull back.

I yell out his name as he drives back into me again. I feel my walls clench and relax as he shifts his hips down so he can get a different angle inside of me.

“Ahhhh,” I belt out. Every time he pushes back in and hits my spot, I yell his name.

“Yes, take me. All of me.”

My breathing increases, and I start to get lightheaded from the pleasure he draws out of me. I am so close. I squeeze my walls and my vision blurs as the orgasm overcomes me.

“Yes, baby, oh fuck, you are so tight.”

His moans mirror mine—our two voices merging into one.

Graham pushes one last time into me and unloads as I pulse around him with my own release. I collapse my hips forward onto the bed and he follows me on top—still buried inside me. I pant from the sheer force of my orgasm. It is like I am high up on a cloud, never wanting to come back down to earth to face the consequences of giving in to him.

Graham wraps his arms around my stomach and rolls us to the side so we are spooning. His cock slips out, and I instantly miss the warmth. A comforter gets wrapped and tucked underneath me. I drift off to sleep in the safety of his arms.

I wake up in the night with the only light being from the moon filtering through the open blinds. I need to use the bathroom. I slip out of Graham’s hold and sit along the edge of the bed just staring. His breathing is steady, and he looks like he is dreaming peacefully.

I meander into the bathroom. When finished, I make my way to the bed with an itch growing between my legs that needs attention. I am a good kind of sore, and the more we have sex, the more I want it. The clock on the end table reads 4:17 a.m., and I am surprised I am not more tired.

I pull back the comforter from Graham and lie upside down next to him on my side. My mouth waters, and I lick the tip of his cock with one long stroke. I use my left hand to hold him at the base and then cover my entire mouth over the first inch of his length. I suck on him like a lollipop before he jerks in my mouth, and I hear him stir above me.

“Angie…”

His voice cracks with sleep.

“Mm hmm,” I hum, making him grow between my lips. He tastes good, and I can’t help but get wet over the thought of sucking him after he has been in me.

Hands grip my waist, and I am elevated so that I am on top of hard muscle. My legs spread to maintain my balance, resting my knees on each side of his torso. His fingers part my folds, and his mouth locks onto my pussy lips with hunger. I moan deeply over his cock.

“Watch your teeth, woman.”

“Mumph swowry,” I mumble.

He continues to lick me and tongue my hole, as I slurp and suck and slide him farther into my throat.

“Fuck,” he growls, ripping his mouth off of me. “You trying to end this before we even get started?”

“Hmm hmm,” I hum. I love when he loses his control and unwinds. It gives me the illusion that I hold some of the power.

My weight is mainly on my elbow, as I experiment with my breathing and how much I can take at once. I suck him in, and my cheeks hollow with the suction. I slide him out and then slide down even more with my lips. I take a deep breath and breathe through my nose each time I pull up and then push down. I keep my lips tight around his girth and when I think I can’t take anymore, I go just a bit farther.

I hear Graham’s guttural groan and know that I am doing it right. He is enjoying this. His mouth is lazy along my pussy, and I am relieved that he is not putting forth the normal level of effort—otherwise I may lose my own focus. I hop off his upper body and turn so I can get the best angle without getting lockjaw.

I lick up from root to tip and feel his hands grip palmfuls of hair. My scalp tingles as he pulls and tugs and encourages me to keep going. I lick up again and then completely slide him into my mouth until my nose is pressed against his belly. He screams my name in the darkness, and saliva leaks out all over his groin from my mouth. I pull back so that only his tip is inside and do the same thing again. I keep my gag reflex in check and do it one more time. I feel the first pulse and taste the salty pre-cum that serves as a warning that there is more to come.

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