Chapter 22 Trust Me
He could only endure it, his penis slowly pulling out and pushing back in, each thrust reaching the deepest point. Jessica couldn't help but let out a cry.
"Too deep!"
James's speed visibly increased, each thrust hitting the deepest part, sparking waves of tingling pleasure.
Amidst the pain, a hint of pleasure began to seep through. The two were almost seamlessly connected, blending perfectly.
James lifted her hips, his waist moving like a motor, each thrust as if trying to shatter her.
"Ah, faster, mm, ah!" Jessica grabbed the bed sheet with both hands, panting heavily from the thrusts. Her well-developed chest shook and bounced, drawing enticing arcs in the air.
"Honey," she murmured in a daze, clearly feeling his physical reaction. James's penis was already erect, pressing against her body, scorching hot.
Under the black lace nightgown, their bodies were tightly pressed together, like an electric current, the tingling sensation instantly spreading throughout her body.
Jessica's breathing became rapid and uneasy, a blush of embarrassment appearing on her cheeks.
It seemed he did have feelings for her.
Just as a hint of anticipation rose in her heart, James suddenly let go of her and withdrew.
His movements were swift and decisive as if the person who had just been passionate with her wasn't him.
"Jessica, you really disgust me." His tone was indifferent, with undisguised loathing.
Jessica was not familiar with such matters. Her mind was only filled with vague concepts she had heard from Lily.
She didn't understand why he was responsive to her one moment and so cold the next.
"Tell me, who was that man?" James's words were as cold as ice, his chin slightly raised, eyes full of mockery.
"Are you playing dumb?" He grabbed Jessica's chin, forcing her to look at him, his tone filled with suppressed anger.
His gaze locked onto her moist, rosy lips, his deep pupils revealing intense desire, completely opposite to the previous loathing.
His scorching fingertips roamed over her skin, paralyzing her like an electric current, making her shiver uncontrollably.
Jessica had almost no resistance, quickly succumbing to his advances.
He roughly tore off her clothes, the black lace nightgown falling to the ground like shattered butterfly wings.
James mercilessly reached between her legs with a punishing force.
"Tell me, who was the first man you had sex with?" James's voice was low and angry, his eyes sharp as knives, staring at Jessica.
Hearing his grim words, Jessica was stunned and her mind went blank, and the memories of that night flooded back.
The dim light of the hotel room, the man's rough actions, and her own helpless struggle, all overwhelmed her like a tide.
She reflexively tried to push the person on top of her away, but James grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.
"What, you don't even know how many men you've slept with?" James's tone was full of sarcasm and disdain.
He didn't believe for a second that it was her first time, thinking it was just a ploy to play hard to get.
Jessica could no longer hold back her tears, which fell like broken pearls onto the soft cashmere carpet.
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