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Suddenly, she overcomes the lust, and her brown eyes flash with defiance. “What if I say no?”
My hands find their target, and I rip her panties open with a loud tear, pushing my hands in to meet folds so slick and wet with moisture, I growl.
“Say it.”
She grabs my biceps, her eyes drifting close as I rub my finger across her clit in slow patterns.
“Say it, damn it.” I nip her earlobes, and she gasps. “Do you want me or not?”
I slip one finger into her pussy, and she moans so prettily, my cock hardens to the point of pain.
“Dirty girl,” I bark. “Did cursing me make you so wet? Or was it my touch? Does your pussy get this wet for all the men you hate? Or is it just me?”
“I hate you,” she says with another long moan, her eyes drifting open to reveal twin pools drenched in lust.
That’s my breaking point.
I snarl and push away from her, taking off my belt, pants, and briefs in one pull. Her eyes are daring and hateful, but her body welcomes me as I lie over her, lining the head of my cock against her entrance.
“What did you say?”
“I hate—oh.”
With one hard thrust, I push inside her so deeply, I won’t be surprised if she spits out my cum. Pleasure explodes across my nerve endings, cementing the fact that I’ll never let this girl go. She’s mine for life, whether she likes it or not.
She whimpers, pushing her legs further apart, giving her pussy more room to accommodate my girth and length. I laugh in her face, clocking her battle for control and her weakness in the throes of her desire.
“See how well you’re taking my cock?” I whisper. “Your body loves me,kroshka. I own it now.”
Her eyes start to drift close, but I tap her cheeks with two fingers, causing her to open them. “Look at me while I fuck your tight pussy.”
Her eyes flash again, and I laugh, enjoying the battle behind her eyes. An image of Jennie flits through my mind, but this time, there’s someone else above her. I freeze, burning with rage at the picture my brain just conjured. Jennie’s eyes search mine silently, and I lean close.
“Who has touched your body before me?”
Jennie sucks in a breath, like she can’t believe me right now. I honestly cannot believe myself, either, but it suddenly matters to me.
“My high school sweetheart,” she says, and I see red. “It was my first and last time. In a hotel room after prom.”
“Your high school sweetheart?” There’s a warning in my voice, but either Jennie doesn’t realize or doesn’t care.
“Yes. I loved him, so I gave him my body.”
Jealousy rages through my blood, and although I have so many questions, I file them away for later. Whoever he is, I will find him.
“Are you jealous?” Jennie snaps at me. “You can only have my body. Any other—”
“Shut up.” Wrapping an arm around her waist, I yank her off the bed and position her on her hands and knees, her wedding gown bunching at her waist. She doesn’t complain, but her body trembles with pleasure as her head drops softly to the mattress.
“Open your fucking legs, Jennie,” I command. “Don’t make me say it again.”
Her knees shuffle apart, displaying her engorged clit and glistening pussy. I’m tempted to put on a bib and eat her to my heart’s content, but I’m too jealous, angry, and horny. My cock is already hard and painful. I want to fuck her until she forgets her high school sweetheart’s name.
I take hold of her hips and press my head into her slick entrance, sliding in with one deep thrust. The satisfied groan she makes goes straight to my head and balls, and my jealousy douses, just a little bit. I lean against her bare back, fisting my hand in her hair like I’ve been dying to do for the past year since I met her.
I pick up speed, thrusting and pounding while she meets me halfway. Using her hair as reins, I draw my hip back and slam back into her with a rock of my hips that makes her cry out as she dissolves into a loud orgasm that has her shaking and trembling in a heap of limbs.
“That’s it,” I croon into her ear as I pump into her, chasing my own finish line. At the third thrust, I pull out of her and release on the bed, biting back an animalistic groan.
