Page 72 of A Foster Fling

“Melanie…”

I moan. I don’t know what else to do. It feels so good and so wrong at the same time. My hands move on their own accord when they push his head harder against my pussy, wanting so much more. Something I don’t understand, but that calls to me all the same.

He groans, and the vibrations work through me like something I've never experienced.

“Jaid—” I try, but I’m cut short when he groans again against me.

When his tongue dives into my pussy, my back bows over the bed but his hands hold me down and I have no choice but to succumb to the tortures he’s giving me.What the fuck is wrong with me that I enjoy this?

Suddenly, his tongue swirls in a certain pattern and my pussy clenches. I’m falling off an edge I've never reached before but Jaiden is continuously thrusting his tongue inside of me and it drives me insane.

“No.”

“Mmmm, yes.”

He eats me like a man starved and it turns me on even more. I've only read about this through the books my friends have passed to me and I’m falling off the brink of no return.Why is he so good at this?I’m starting to get so pissed at the thought of his mouth on another girl’s pussy that I kick him in the fucking face.

“Fuck! Stop!”

His arms are holding me down and I’m getting angrier.

“No! Get off me!” I yell.

We begin to fight and suddenly we’re throwing punches and the flames of desire turn into flames of hatred. Each slap and kick ends up with something more, our rage building into something beyond our control.

Again, I chastised myself for trying to fight against someone so much stronger than I am as Jaiden chokes me and pushes me into the mattress, his dick, digging between my legs and rubbing against my clit.It shouldn’t feel this good.He pushes again and I close my eyes and bite my bottom lip. The hand around my neck softens, his fingers traveling behind my ear as he rubs his forehead against my shoulder.

What is happening right now?

“Get off me.”

“Make me,” he challenges.

My arms come up to slap his face, but he blocks me with a quick movement, pinning them down instead. I should be pissed about that fact but instead, my mind is still wondering what girl he’s been with.

“You hate me,” he states flatly.

I bare my teeth at him and try to kick him off me. He pins my legs down and leans in next to my ear.

“Good, you should. I hate you, too.”

My heart stops.What is his problem? What the hell did I ever do to him?I don’t realize I’m crying in my anger until he tilts his head and licks one of my tears. I scream as I scratch his face. He laughs and lets go of me, letting me get the upper hand and rolling us off the bed. We land on the floor with a loud thump, me landing on top of him and slapping his face.

“Go ahead, Melanie. Give me all your hate. I love it.”

“What the hell did I ever do to you? Why are you like this?”

My slaps turn into shaky hands as I roll off and onto my back, covering my face with my forearms. None of us move. The only sound we can hear is our breathing and my choked-back sobs.

There’s a slight pause—a hesitation before he speaks. “I don’t know why. But youshouldhate me.”

I turn, giving him my back. When my legs rub together, I realize I’m still naked from the waist down.

“What’s her name?” I can hear him move.

The sound of a zipper and jingle of a button tells me he’s putting his pants back on. Turning my head back, I watch as Jaiden takes off his shirt and wipes the leftover cum on his stomach. It’s not his naked torso, but the sight of a huge yellow bruise on his back that catches my attention.How can he not feel that during our tussle?

Getting up myself, I look for my panties that have been thrown haphazardly somewhere near the foot of his bed. Of course. Ignoring him, I bend down to grab it. When I turn, he’s in front of my face with a blank expression.

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