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I bite down hard on my lip and push back with all my might, using my hands as leverage on the mattress, and somehow, we both end up falling backward, his arms coming around my waist, taking me with him. We’re too close to the edge of the bed and fall with a thud to the floor, landing together rather dramatically with him on his back, still inside of me.
A wave of satisfaction widens my smile now that I’m on top and back in control. I begin moving in rhythm, too horny not to want it. His body goes from tense to relaxed as a soft sigh leaves his lips, his hands unwrapping from around me and moving to my hips instead. He tries to slow me to a steady and intense grinding, moving me to ride him.
I don’t think so, Carrero. I’m not ready to switch to sensual lovemaking just yet.
I arch myself to a full stretch, lifting my arms over and behind my head and sliding them around his neck. He seems to feel it coming, and as I try to tighten into an angry headlock, he thrusts his pelvis hard. My body loses focus for a moment, enough for him to yank my arms apart; he holds them on either side of his head, his grip tight and biting. He increases the rhythm, thrusting into me so hard I’m moved up and down on his body, his feet planted on the ground giving him the momentum to lift us. My legs are splayed, feet dangling over the floor, unable to steady myself.
My anger ignites; no matter what I do, he gains control. Using his sheer muscle against me, he anticipates my every movement.
His mouth comes to my ear, biting and nipping my lobe as he whispers, “Yield, baby, because, like it or not, I’m going to make you cum when I want you to. Not the other way around.” The gravelly tone sends shivers through my core and kills all my resolve. His voice can push me into submission effortlessly.
His movements inside me are harder and faster, and the wave that threatens to envelop me is building again; I’m so near it’s starting to consume me. I want it too badly. I’m giving in too easily. I’m screaming out for that release, aware that I’m moaning and panting out loud, but I don’t care who hears us. I only want him to make me cum loud and hard, so I can feel that peak and fall finally. The yearning builds, threatening to consume me with his aggressive pounding. He senses the change in me and pushes me off so hard I roll onto the floor with a squeal and then a thud, unceremoniously dumped, but a smile breaks my face darkly.
“I don’t think so. I said, ‘when I choose,’ not you,” he whispers, grabbing me around the waist and lifting me from the floor, igniting my flight or fight mode. I begin clawing and kicking furiously, physically fighting him, but he laughs as he dumps me back on the bed. My anger is searing now, teen Emma undeniably on show and spitting teeth, launching at him, all hands and claws. There’s no hiding my crazy from him anymore, she is on full show, but she doesn’t faze him; instead, he handles her like a pro.
I was so close to orgasm that his stopping sent me over the edge. I throw myself at him, trying for a slap; his hand catches my wrist, and I try with the other, but he catches that too. Throwing me on my back hard on the bed and following fast, he kisses me harshly, his mouth demanding, his touch forcing me to open and let him in. His tongue pushes against mine almost commandingly. He’s forced my arms to the side of my head, his body bringing mine to heel once more. He’s never kissed me this way. It’s almost punishing, with a fierceness I never knew him capable of. I’m distracted by what he’s doing, then gasp with shock as he thrusts himself into me again. There is no love, only a sheer need to screw me. I cry out at the harshness of it with our mouths still locked together, yet somehow it only reignites the closeness of my orgasm.
Why am I liking this so much? What the hell? This is worse than what any of those men tried to do to me; this is beyond perverse. I have serious mental issues.
He pushes against me harder than before, pinning my arms higher above my head, aggressive dominance pouring from every cell, a hint of his strength and ability to hurt me should he want. He holds me down, biting my lip hard as he moves fast and finally makes me reach that pinnacle of orgasm. I have no control, no way of fighting back anymore. He has me completely at his whim, a dominant, aggressive man taking what he wants from me and not caring about how he gets it.
It’s not the same. It’s Jake. Jake would never do this to me if I didn’t want it. I trust him, even this way, even acting like he wants to hurt me. I know I’m safe, and he is still holding back his strength. I need this. Some strange, broken part of me aches for this, despite everything.
I cum loudly, screaming out and spasming out of control around him, my vision going black with the sheer intensity of it. Stars ignite all around, and I lose a sense of time and space as everything goes blank for a moment. My body finally stills as he climaxes inside me, his body tensing over me before falling heavily, breathing, and panting in unison with me. All the last ounces of my anger and rage are dispersed with that explosion, and I suddenly feel fragile, vulnerable, and emotional as my body stills from release. My fight has dissipated to nothing.
He rolls off me onto his back to catch his breath, and we lie quietly for a moment, neither moving nor saying anything, only the deafening silence between us in the now dark room. A sudden urge to cry hits me; I don’t want this version of Jake anymore. I want my gentle Jake, who kisses me softly and strokes my face. I had my fun and expelled all that anger and energy inside of me with that crashing release. Now I want my security back.
I want my Jake! I don’t like this version.
I shiver, the internal war of emotions getting to me, afraid that he may just go to sleep or go back to whoever he has in the next room, still angry and oozing aggression. There’s a pause in his heavy breathing, and I stop breathing as I try to listen and get any indication of who he is right now, and then he moves. He rolls back to me, and his hand comes to my face and gently strokes my cheek softly, slowly, his breath brushing over my skin.
“Are you okay, Bella?” His voice is soft and soothing, and normal. I’m hit with relief as it washes over me, and I move into him, curling myself around him possessively, burying my face in his neck as I let all my rage go.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter quietly, fighting the tears. His arms come around me fully, pulling me against him. My gentle Jake was always there. I’ve nothing to worry about; he never left me.
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