His jacket hits the floor. He parts my legs with his knee and runs his hand between my thighs before he rolls my panties down.
The air starts lapping at my flesh.
He lifts the bottom of my dress.
“Hold it,” he barks.
I grab the heap of fabric and slide my gaze to the side, watching him in the mirror. The sound of ripped foil rolls in my ears.
“I’m not a whore, Jaden.”
“I’m protecting you,” he says, pissed while working his fly open.
His hand goes down his curved erection, neatly rolling down the condom.
“Mmm... Was she worth it? To go bareback?”
“I didn’t go bareback. You fucking know me.”
“I thought I did.”
“Shut up, Senna,” he barks again.
His body comes to mine. Hot and hard, his dick pressing against me.
“You’re no better than me...” I say.
“I’ve never said that...” he rumbles, his hand fisting into my hair, his breath searing my neck.
Without another word, he eases himself in, my center quickly clenching in response. His hard meat stretches my walls.
“You’re gonna pay dearly for this,” I murmur.
“Shut up,” he says, giving me a slow, deep thrust.
The last atom of my body vibrates in response. Biting my lip, I suppress my reaction.
I’d rather die than show him how much I like it. He pulls back a little, my wetness trickling down.
He senses it.
“Is that how it feels when you don’t like it, baby?” he sneers.
“Fuck off.”
A hard thrust comes into my wetness.
“You’ve never been a good liar, Senna. And you insist on doing it.”
“Because you’ve given me no other choice.”
“It’s not always in my hands.”
“Whatever...”
He rams into me again.
I offer him nothing, keeping my hips still. And yet, I can’t stop clenching.