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I offer him a petulant shrug, pointing toward my bedroom door. “And if you don’t like the rules I’m laying down, then you’re more than free to leave.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
TOMMY
She’s against that damn bedroom door in seconds, suspended in my arms like a rag doll, taking my dick as I slam into her on repeat.
“I hope you don’t have practice tomorrow because you won’t be able to walk by the morning.”
Small gasps fall from her throat, complementing the wet sounds her pussy makes as she takes me.
I’m punishing her for months of her bratty attitude with each thrust I unleash onto her body.
On the first orgasm, her head lolls forward, resting in the center of my chest. Her nails tear strips down my back, cutting into my shoulder blades.
Jenna Miller is at my mercy.
“T-Tommy,” she cries. “I’m going to come. Again.”
I pound into her harder. “Let me play with your ass.”
With big blue eyes that usually hide all vulnerability, she nods her agreement, and I bring a single finger to her lips, askingher to lubricate it. The other arm keeps her in place against the door.
She takes it into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around my tattoos.
When she’s finished, I do the same. The taste of her mouth is as delicious as her pussy. For a moment, I wonder what it would be like to kiss this girl, long and slow and with tongues tangling.
I don’t kiss women. Ever.
Her asshole is still coated in arousal from before, and I slow my thrusts, easing my finger inside her.
“Oh my God,” she moans when I gently move my finger, stroking her walls to create optimal pressure.
“If you weren’t such a fucking bitch all the time, I could’ve been doing this in a much easier position.”
I’m not sure if she chooses to ignore my gibe or if she’s simply zoned out. Anal play will do that to a girl.
I stroke her again and feel a warm release around my dick, along with her tightening cunt.
“How many orgasms have you had now, Jenna?” I ask, pride swamping my voice.
With her eyes squeezed shut, she shakes her head. “I-I don’t know.”
My gaze falls to her full lips, an unexpected need to kiss her resurfacing.
This is the last girl I should be tempted to kiss. This isn’t even respectful sex. This is a fuck to serve a purpose.
“Make my ass come, Tommy.” She opens her eyes, pupils blown wider than I’ve ever seen them before. “I want to know what it feels like.”
Anal orgasms aren’t always possible, but when they do happen to a girl, they leave her a quivering mess. I think that’s why I like them so much—it feeds my need to control.
“I’m not sure you deserve that from me,” I whisper into the shell of her ear. “I might just leave you like this. Maybe one of your other men could show you what it’s like? How about Gentry?”
I know for a fact that she hasn’t even come during her latest sexual encounters. It was obvious from the way she spoke about them.
“But I barely know what I’m doing,” I goad, turning her previous insults back around to haunt her. “I’m younger and inexperienced.”
If a face could kill, that’s the look she’s giving me right now.
