silently demanding that she obey him.
“I can’t,” she sobbed.
“Yes you can. Give it to me.”
“Oh God, I can’t. It’s too much.”
His voice was harsh, unbending, “Fuck that. It’s not too much. It will never be too much. Give it to me. Come on my cock again. Come for me now.”
At his harsh command, her pussy clenched his cock as she came, violently shaking. He gave a hoarse shout as he joined her, pulsing out a stream of hot cum into the condom. He continued to jab sharply into her to prolong her pleasure and his until he could no longer move.
Jason had never felt like this before.
When he came, it was as though his head was going to explode right off his shoulders with the force of his orgasm. He had demanded things from her, he had wanted to feel her come apart again knowing that he was the cause. No, he had needed it, needed it as much as he needed his own release.
Shaken to the core, Jason pulled out of Bella’s tight grasp, clenching his teeth against the pleasure, surprised that he was still semihard after the mind-blowing orgasm that he had just experienced. He wanted her still, his cock all but screaming to be back in her hot, wet, clenching flesh. His hair fell into his face, having come undone from the tie he had used to secure it at the nape of his neck. He pushed the dark strands back with one hand as he looked down to her beautiful, flushed face. Her eyes were closed, and her lush lips were parted, gasping for breath. He wanted to see her face screaming her pleasure in his bed all night, every night.
Fuck, where the hell did that thought come from?
He needed a moment, had to get away and catch his breath. “Let me go take care of this,” he said gruffly. He pulled off the condom, stuffing his semihard staff back into his pants as he stalked toward a bathroom in the hallway.
Shit , Bella was a woman who should be taken slowly, loved gently, given sweet love words, but he had just taken her, hard, rough with both of them practically still dressed. He was usually composed, even during sex, never losing control, but tonight with Bella that legendary control had been blown to hell.
He went into the bathroom, tossed away the used condom, splashed some water on his face, and braced his hands on the side of the sink, looking into the mirror to see the cold bastard staring back at him.
He admitted he was intrigued by Bella. But where could this go?
Who the hell was he kidding? He had been attracted to her ever since that first moment he had laid eyes on her. The little vixen had made him lose control as no one did.
No one.
It was unnerving, what she made him feel. She was exotically beautiful, a wild, passionate, opinionated little thing and he didn’t know whether he wanted to strangle her, fuck her brains out, or hold her close from moment to moment.
No one spoke to him the way she did, wouldn’t dare. She made him…feel. He already ached to be buried balls-deep inside her hot little body again.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. Christ , he had just taken her like an animal with no control. His hold on her would probably leave bruises on her perfect skin, marking her. Somehow the thought that he had marked her made him feel a possessiveness that he had never felt before. Over that he felt disgusted, a wave of searing protectiveness at the mere thought that he had hurt her.
Christ, what had she done to me?
He would take this slow. He just needed to work her out of his system, but tonight he wasn’t done with her. He would make up for taking her this first time like a raging beast, for the rest of the night, he thought, chuckling to himself. He would work her out of his system. Jason opened the door and made his way back out to the living room, looking around as all thoughts came to a crashing halt.
His eyes slowly narrowed as he glanced around the room.
She was gone.
* * * *
As Bella heard the bathroom door close, she felt the full force of what she had just done