Chapter 5 Fucking jerk has no right to think he knows anything about me

Wanting More

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Chapter 5

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Abby 🍒

"You'll find that I'm not like most guys," he says, then uses his wicked fingers to flick my sensitive bundle of nerves.

I bite my lip and grab my breast, tweaking the tip. His eyes follow my hand, and after several seconds of watching me, he finally takes it into his mouth. I close my eyes and breathe out a pleasure-filled sigh.

He's an expert on making a woman's body sing.

He scissors his fingers on either side of my slit, my juices making them slide easily. It feels so good, but I want them inside me.

Reaching down, I put my hand on top of his and guide it to where I really want him.

"Put your fingers inside me."

"Show me," he says, his tone husky with arousal.

I've never been shy about my body. I've played with myself before while guys watched.

It's a big fucking turn on for me.

I bend my knees to give him better access. Using two of his larger fingers and two of my smaller ones, I push them inside.

I'm so slick that our fingers slip and slide together. My hand is still on top of his, so when we both pull out, I push all four fingers back in. It's erotic as hell, having both our fingers inside me. My hips lift off the bed, and I push our fingers in, up to the last knuckle.

"Damn..." he breathes. "It's hot as fuck watching you use both our fingers to fuck yourself."

"Mmm... Condom," I pant.

He reaches over me with his free hand and grabs the condom from the nightstand.

His rock hard chest is right in my face, his nipple centimeters away from my mouth.

I flick my tongue out, before taking the little bud between my teeth. He hisses and flexes his pec.

When he pulls back, his nostrils flare, and his eyes radiate intense desire.

"Watch it, honey. You may bite off more than you can chew," he warns.

"I doubt that, Blue. You have no clue what I can take."

I remove both of our fingers and bring his two to my lips, sucking both digits into my mouth, while bringing my fingers to his lips. His eyes carry so much heat, I swear I feel the burn from them. He swirls his tongue between them.

After he pulls his fingers from my mouth, he rips the condom open and slides the rubber down his shaft.

I wait with anticipation as he settles his back against the headboard. I'm already swinging my legs over his hips when he reaches for me.

Wasting no time, I line him up with my dripping center and slide my slickness down his cock. Even though we just had sex not even ten minutes ago, he still fills me like I haven't had sex in days.

The cramps I felt earlier have settled into the background, my body already knowing it's about to be pleasured.

I only get an inch down before he grabs my hips and thrusts deep. The sudden fullness has me crying out.

My hands grip his shoulders as I grind down on him. He's hitting something inside that's sending shock waves through me, lighting me up like the fourth of July.

The intense pleasure of my clit hitting his pubic bone, and him tapping my special spot has me already on the edge.

"Let me kiss you," he demands with a growl. I look down at him, wanting to give in so much, but I can't. This man is going to be my undoing.

I don't know the first thing about him, except for his name, and that he can give me pleasure like no one has before, but I can't give in to him.

I can't allow that boundary to be breached. It's a rule I've had for years, and I refuse to break it now.

Frustration washes over his face with my slight head shake. He grips my hips punishingly and with a growl, he lifts me and slams me back down, hard.

His jaw goes tight and air whooshes out between his tightly clenched teeth. I watch his face with fascination as he takes my body forcefully.

Each time he slams me back down, he hits that spot and I cry out. Not because it hurts, but because it feels so damn good. Painfully good.

My tits bounce up and down, right in front of his face. He takes a nipple and clamps his teeth around it, biting down almost to the point of pain. When he releases it, he flicks it with his tongue, soothing the sting, before moving to the other one.

Sweat drips down the side of his face and it only heightens my desire. I've always thought it was hot as fuck when a man works a woman so much that he sweats. I feel my own sweat glide down my back and bead on my forehead.

My hair sticks to my face, and I push the strands back.

"Fuck yes," I moan, when he forces me down and rocks my hips back and forth, crushing my sensitive clit against him.

I feel him jerk inside me and know that he's close. We both are. It's only a matter of seconds before we both plunge over the abyss of rapture.

The tingles start in my toes, and make their way through my limbs before settling in my lower belly.

My stomach tightens, and I can't hold back the scream that forces its way past my lips. I throw my head back, overwhelmed with the force of my orgasm.

I hear his grunt below me and I look down to see his neck muscles straining as he empties himself inside me.

I settle my hips in his lap. He lifts his knees to help support my sagging body.

"Holy fuck, that was intense," he says through his heavy breathing.

I give him a half-smile and say, "Yeah, it was."

We sit silently for several minutes, both trying to catch our breaths and settle our hearts.

This is the point where I ask the guy to leave. I need to do the same with him, but I find that I don't want to. I want him to stay.

I want to feel his arms wrapped around me. I want to fall asleep snuggled up to his body, and wake up to see his sexy face.

This is dangerous territory. I have no idea why I have this want. What is it about him that draws me in?

He's just some random guy I picked up at Blackie's, just like all the others. Rationally, I know this, but for some reason, there's a part of me that doesn't believe it. I'm not the type of girl that can have a relationship.

There's no way I can expect any man to put up with my kind of... fuckedupness.

I avert my eyes when I notice him watching me closely. I don't know if the conflict I'm feeling is showing on my face, but just in case, I don't want him to see it.

I lift my hips and he slides out of me. We both groan at the sensitive contact.

I get up from the bed and reach down for my panties, suddenly feeling exposed in front of him.

What the hell? I'm never shy about my body in front of the guys I fuck.

Regardless, I slide my panties up my thighs and cross my arms over my chest before turning to face him.

"I'm hitting the shower. Thank you for tonight," I tell him, my voice coming out shaky.

He smirks, the look sexy as hell on his face. "Want some company?"

A shiver races down my spine with the blatant look of desire I see in his eyes. He's still hard.

How the hell can he still be hard? That's not normal. As much as I want to take him up on the offer and ride his cock into next Friday, it's not safe for me, or him for that matter.

Regretfully, I shake my head. "I can't." I try to come up with a lie. "I have to meet my friends tomorrow morning. You remember where the door is, right?"

God, I am such a bitch! I know this because both his jaw and eyes turn hard.

Why do I care? I silently ask myself. I've never cared about kicking guys out before. Why is this one different?

He's a nobody. Just because he fucks like a god, doesn't make him better than the others. Well, it makes him better in bed, but that's it.

"So, that's it? Wham, bam, thank you, sir?" he asks, his tone harsh.

He doesn't give me time to answer before he jackknifes off the bed and searches for his clothes.

He yanks the condom off and stalks to the bathroom to dispose of it. Back in the bedroom, he slips his briefs and pants up his legs, leaving the button undone, before heading out of the room.

"I'm sorry," I tell him, following him into the living room where our discarded shirts are. I stop a couple feet away.

He turns once he picks his shirt up off the floor. The look he shoots at me has guilt eating away at my insides.

"No need to apologize, baby. We both got what we wanted." He slips his shirt over his head.

"A free fuck for a free fuck, right? Maybe next time, instead of offering your services for free, you may want to think about upping your game. Your pussy's worth anything you might charge."

I suck in a sharp breath, hurt piercing my chest at his cruel words. Tears threaten to leak from my eyes, but I force them back.

Guilt takes over the hard edges of his face. The asshole regrets his words, but it's too late now. They've already been spoken.

My hand snakes out before I realize what I'm doing and lands a loud smack across his face.

"Get out!" I say loudly, my voice betraying me by cracking. My hand stings like a bitch, but I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

His head barely moves from my forceful slap, which pisses me off even more.

He takes a step toward me, but I move back two.

"Abby, I'm so-"

"Fuck you!" I snarl. "You don't know me. You have no right to judge me. Now get the hell out!"

I thought he was different. I thought I felt something between us, but I should have known better.

I should have gone with my first gut instinct from the other night. He's just another asshole.

He's no different than any other judgmental bastard out there. If he ever knew the truth about me, he'd look at me with disgust and think me a whore, just like so many others. Hell, he's already called me a whore once tonight.

He tries one more time to come to me, but I ward him off with a raised hand.

"Get the hell out of my apartment! Now!"

One hand reaches back for the handle and opens the door as he keeps his eyes on me.

The impression of my fingers are starting to appear on his face. Oddly, it doesn't give me comfort. I hold his stare, even though inside, I feel like I'm falling apart. Never has anyone's words hurt me so much.

After watching me for several more seconds, he turns and walks through the door. Right before I stalk over and slam it in his sorry face, he says quietly, "I'm sorry."

The loud bang of the door shutting bounces off the walls. I sag back against it, pissed at myself for letting him get to me.

Fucking jerk has no right to think he knows anything about me. He doesn't know my situation.

He doesn't know what I go through on a daily basis. He has no fucking clue how hard I've fought with myself over my addiction.

I angrily snatch my shirt off the floor and stomp back to my bedroom, ignoring the pain that's still lingering in my chest.

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To be continued