Jessa James - Covet

“You like that?” he asks. “Don’t answer that. I just like thinking of you licking yourself off my fingers. That makes me so fucking hard, you have no idea.”

Monster positions himself behind me. I can feel his cock nudging my entrance. And god, help me, I want it. Want him. Want to feel stretched out and used by him.

I crave that feeling I get right after I come where I can’t walk for a second, can’t even think or move at all.

As he thrusts inside my pussy, my thoughts slide away. All I know is that he fills me like no one else. Even his strange way of coming on to me, of starting off angrily and then turning that into hate sex, that’s starting to make so much more sense.

“Fuck!” he says as he fills me. “Goddamn. Why do I ever fucking leave?”

That’s a good question, but I’m not really capable of answering it. Squeezing my eyes tightly, gripping the saddle, I am just now finding out that maybe… if he hits just the right angle…

“Oh, god…” I murmur. Then, “Oh, fuck!”

I start angling my body just so, because when his cock hits the inside of my pussy in a certain way… it makes my toes curl. It makes me speechless. I just need…

“More,” I pant. “Faster! Harder!”

“Fuck, yes. I’ve been waiting for so long for you to say that, princess.” He grips my hips, slamming into me like a damned machine.

I’m as tightly wound as a spring, ready to explode. Sliding my hand off the sawhorse, I pinch my nipple hard, providing that extra note of pain. It’s a molten river of pleasure, from my nipple to my throbbing clit to my overfull pussy.

Suddenly, I come in a burst of vibrant colors, clenching and seeing, my body overwhelmed by sensation. Monster is only seconds behind me, bellowing wordlessly as he spills his seed deep inside me.

Afterward, he bends over me and leans on my back, struggling to catch his breath. My legs are nothing but Jell-O. I try to hold myself up as I try to breathe.

He straightens first, zipping himself back into his pants. “Stay the fuck out of my bedroom, by the way.”

Wobbly, I push myself up. “I didn’t mean—”

He glares at me. “Don’t ruin this.”

Then he leaves the stables. I pull my pants up, his semen starting to spill down my thighs.

What did he mean by that?

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