Page 50 of Free-Falling
“Where the fuck do you think you’ll sleep naked, Ainslee?”
“Don’t worry about it. Go to sleep, Jagger.” She throws my words right back at me.
I grunt. I throw the sheets back, get out of bed and make my way to her just as her hand turns the knob. I slam her to the door and crowd her space. “Where are you going naked?” I ask again.
“Move!” Ainslee tries shoving me, but her ass rubs against me. “You’re being a dick and for no reason. I’m not staying in here.”
“And you’re not leaving without putting on some clothes.”
“Fine!” She turns and goes over to her suitcase, grabbing whatever.
I’m conflicted because my anger is getting the better of me. This isn’t her fault. If I think about it correctly, her mother was pregnant with her when she hit my brother, but why would a pregnant woman be speeding like that knowing she was full term? Then, I remember the unnecessary information my mother gave me once about Ainslee being born days before the due date because her mother got into a car accident. They all thought she wouldn’t make it and then the donor, Jamie’s heart. My parents suggested it. I wonder if they would have agreed had they known who hit Jamie.
Ainslee doesn’t even realize she’s in my suitcase, that’s how ticked off she is and I almost break the moment by laughing as soon as she shoves my shirt on.
“Take that off.” I say.
She looks down at it. “Ugh!” Frustrated, she takes it off and throws it at me. “You’re such a dick. Fuck it, I’m sleeping on the couch on the balcony!”
“Take one more step towards the balcony and I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own damn name, Ainslee.”
She cocks her brow. Her nipples show that her body now follows my orders. She kisses her teeth, rolls her eyes and looks me up and down like I’m scum under her pretty little toes. She shoves my suitcase out of the way with her foot and walks towards the bed. I’m relieved a little too prematurely. She grabs the duvet, looks me in the eye and heads towards the balcony. “Fuck you.” She says.
My body shudders, and my warped sense of being turned on is clear via my hardened dick. I smirk as I intercept her way and shove her into the glass screen door. “You must want me to fuck the anger out of your body, Ainslee. I believe I owe you an orgasm.” I press up on her back.
She turns her head. “Go fuck yourself, Jagger.” Her muffled words are music to my ears.
“I plan to after I fuck you. I’ll fuck myself to the thoughts of you and your moans. Let me show you, what it is I’ll be thinking about.”
I slide her up by her waist, position my dick and bend my knees then shove myself deep in her walls. Ainslee yelps and slams her palms on the glass door for leverage, but fuck that. I grunt as I fuck her like I told her I would. Like a man on a mission, balls deep in her wet pussy while her body draws the world a picture on this door.
I lean into her ear, my anger fueling me from the news. “You think because I’m mad you can provoke me, Ainslee?”
“I didn’t, I, oh Go—.”
I thrust in harder, rougher than I’ve ever taken her. “I want to hear my name on your lips, Ainslee. Say it for me, let it drip out of your mouth like how you’re already dripping on my dick.” I whisper in her ear. I lick her shoulder, then bite hard.
Ainslee’s head lolls back, and I capture her lips into an intense kiss. Ainslee is like the perfect amount of poison that’s been injected in my bloodstream and there’s no antidote. There will never be a cure for the way I feel about her. I want to be mad and I am, but not at her. She’s not at fault. Her mother is. My hand comes around and I rub her clit hard forcing an orgasm from her but I don’t let up. Instead, I move us to the floor.
I slip out of her, and I flip Ainslee on her back, making her face me. I look into those eyes. They’re not the same as the bitch that raised her. Without thinking twice, I slip back in. “Now, do you understand why I wanted this pussy of yours to marinate, baby? I slip in so easily and you cum so much harder. Watch.”
I slap her clit and Ainslee cums on the spot. She wraps her hands around my biceps trying to hold on as I take her roughly again. Each time, I increase the amount of pain and again; she welcomes it with open arms. “Oh Jagger. I’m so mad at you.” She finally says.
I chuckle. “Yeah? Are you, pretty baby? Let me show you just how much I don’t fucking care.” I say just to piss her off.
Ainslee’s eyes stare into mine as her hands move to my back. I lean in, sucking on her neck as she leaves marks on my back. Ainslee’s nails make their own indent on my ass cheeks as she opens her legs wider taking more of me. I lose my composure as I cum just as hard. Fuck.
“You care so much, Jagger.” She says and kisses the side of my head.
I bite her jaw causing her legs to wrap around my waist. “If you think I’m done with you, you’ve got another thing coming. We’ll see if you’ll make it to the fucking couch now, Ainslee.”
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I watch as Ainslee sleeps peacefully on my chest. I don’t want to break her heart with the thoughts I’m having about her mother. I sigh and gently place her head on the pillow. I get out of bed, sitting up with my face in my hands.
“Jag…” Ainslee scoots closer and wraps her arms around my midsection. “Don’t leave me.”
“I would never.” I answer and turn my head to face her, but she’s talking to me in her sleep.
