Page 95 of Bleed for Me

He’s using you.

He’s taking pity on you.

Don’t fall for it.

My teeth scraped together in frustration, annoyance tumbling through me like a tidal wave. I just wanted them to stop.

“I can make them go away,” he murmured. “At least for a little while.” He nipped my earlobe, dragging it between his teeth. He didn’t need to elaborate.

“Please,” I rasped, my voice trembling slightly from both fear, desire, and desperation.

His mouth dropped back down to the side of my neck, his lips trailing over the sensitive skin there as he left open-mouthed kisses that ignited my body from the inside out. He continued moving his hips, grinding against me with every shift of his body. My head spun with desire, the voices growing fainter and fainter as I gave myself to the feel of him.

My hands trailed up the sides of his arms, moving to cup his head and drift through his dark blonde hair. His teeth scraped against my throat, forcing a gasp from me as I tightened my grip on him in return. It wasn’t long before he was sucking along my neck, sending sparks of desire flooding through me. His movements became more erratic and desperate.

“Jordan,” I whimpered, tightening my legs around his hips as I sought out the friction my body craved.

“This is a one-time thing,” he muttered, easing off me slightly so he could hook his fingers in the waistband of my skirt. Slowly,he started to jerk it down my body, straining once it reached my knees.

It’s a pity-fuck,one of the voices taunted, a hint of a smile in their tone.

He straightened, pulling away from me so he could tug it off the rest of the way. I helped him along once it reached my calves, and kicked it off, letting it tumble to the floor. Next, he grabbed the strap of my thong and ripped it from my body, forcing another gasp from my throat. My hip burned where it had split, but he wasn’t finished. He did the same to the other side and jerked, tearing it away in one fluid motion. My shoes came off next, followed by the long stockings my mom had packed countless pairs of. As soon as I sat up, moving my hands to reach for the buttons on my shirt, Jordan fisted the front of it, stopping me. Before I could process that, he was tearing it down the middle. Buttons flew in multiple directions, a breeze settling over my chest from the contrast.

“Was that necessary?” I demanded.

His lips kicked up into a smirk. “No. But it was fun.” He wrenched the fabric from my body leaving me completely bare before him since I didn’t make a habit of sleeping in my bra and I’d already taken it off for the night. His heated gaze roamed over every inch of me, his pupils dilating.

He jerked his pants down his impressive thighs, my gaze following the movement shamelessly. The bulge was potent beneath his black boxers, and I desperately wanted to reach out and touch it. But this wasn’t just about that.

I swallowed thickly once he tugged his underwear off too, letting them fall to the floor with all of the other clothes. My eyes roamed over the tattoo decorating his cock and I squinted, trying to make sense of what it was. When I finally managed to read it, a snort lodged in my throat.

“Your bitch was here.”

My thoughts came to an abrupt halt when he reached out, running his fingers down my slit to test how aroused I was. Slowly, he eased a finger in, forcing a choked noise to tumble from my mouth. He pumped it in and out a few times, heat building more and more with every movement. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second, my pussy clamping down around his finger. My breathing grew erratic with every pump of his finger, my hand snapping out to grip his forearm.

Before I knew it, my hips were bucking up to meet his hand, silently begging for more. His jaw tightened with restraint as he eased a second finger inside, twisting them so that they hooked, brushing against that sweet spot that had my body trembling instinctively. He rubbed circles against my clit with his thumb while simultaneously sliding his other two fingers in and out.

A cry tumbled from my lips, my heart thudding so loudly I wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it. Electricity zipped through me, my head muddling with the fog of lust that threatened to take over and consume me whole.

“P-please,” I stammered, the words coming out more choked than anything.

His eyes were hooded with desire and when his gaze flicked to mine again, I saw it. He was into this just as much as I was, even if he wouldn’t verbally admit it. “Please what?” he asked, his voice much deeper than usual.

Oh fuck. He was really going to make me say it, wasn’t he?

“More.” I breathed out, digging my nails into his arm.

His deep chuckle resounded throughout the room, eliciting a series of goosebumps that sprinkled across my skin. Normally, that sound would have terrified me. This time, it only made me want him more. After a few moments, he withdrew his fingers, causing my aching pussy to throb in protest. To my complete and utter relief, he positioned himself over me and carefully lined himself up, bracing himself on his forearm. He searchedmy gaze for a long moment, his jaw popping with something I couldn’t quite decipher. Slowly, he jerked his hips forward and entered me.

My eyes rolled back from the stretch, my body welcoming him instantly. I felt him slide into me inch by inch until he was fully seated, making me feel insanely full. He was so fucking big and thick that it burned, but not necessarily in a bad way. His breath stuttered out as I throbbed against him, trying to milk him for everything he was worth. He rotated his hips, slamming into me again. My body jostled beneath his, and another cry fled my defenses. He didn’t slow down there. No. He kept fucking me hard, deep, fast, and ruthless. The sound of his skin slapping against mine reverberated around us, echoing through the room. Heat pooled in the depths of my stomach, my nails raking down his back. I moved my hips in tandem with his, causing a deep growl to emanate from his chest.

Not long ago, he’d said he had no interest in fucking me. So, what the hell was this?

He eased back on his knees, shallowing his thrusts as he placed a hand beneath my thigh and pushed so that my knee came up to my chest. The new position allowed him to go even deeper and a slew of moans and intelligible words spilled from my lips. He gripped my hip with his other hand roughly, using it to drive me down on his hard cock while simultaneously thrusting into me.

“Oh fuck,” I cried out, absentmindedly gripping his arms.

My eyes fluttered closed as I gave myself to the pleasure of it all. My stomach was tightening with that familiar feeling, and I could feel my juices running down my thighs and ass.

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