I think I’ll come from the sight alone.
“Do you have any idea how sensitive and responsive you are? Your tiny moans and muffled groans made my cock want to take my tongue’s place.” His fingers latch onto his jeans’ buttons, undoing them one at a time, slowly, unhurriedly, as if he knows the exact effect he has on me and is deepening it.
Toying with me to his heart’s content.
When he frees his shaft, I jerk backward slightly, shaking my head. It’s big in both length and girth and is so hard that I physically recoil.
“You…you’re not putting that thing inside me.”
“Oh, I will. Andthing? Seriously? Is that what you call a cock in your head?” He straddles me and jerks his shaft up and down in a fierce motion.
If he handles himself that roughly, he’ll undo me in no time.
“Please don’t.” Tears gather in my eyes.
“Shh.” He leans over and presses his tongue to my lid, licking my tears before they even escape, then whispers against my skin, “Don’t cry when we haven’t started yet.”
A sob escapes my lungs, and I place two trembling hands on his chest. “I-I’m drunk. I won’t be able to fight you.”
“You wouldn’t be able to fight me even if you weren’t drunk.”
“J-Jeremy…please.”
“Would you have begged Landon, too, if he were here? No, you wouldn’t. You would’ve opened your legs and offered him your ass if he’d so much as looked at it.”
“Lan wouldn’t do this to me,” I murmur. “He’s not a monster.”
He lifts his fist in the air and I close my eyes, expecting him to punch me or something, but only a thud reaches my ears.
On the mattress.
That’s what I realize when I peek through my lids. He drove his fist into the mattress.
And his eyes have become so dark, they damn near swallow me whole.
“A monster, huh?” His calm voice contradicts his expression as he grabs my jaw with raw power that chills me to the bone. “If that’s what you think of me, might as well go for it, no?”
My nails claw into his shirt with a desperation I’ve never felt before.
Not only to stop him, but also because I don’t want to lose whatever feeling that’s been slowly but surely developing in my chest.
“Kiss me,” I whisper in a desperate attempt to distract him.
He pauses, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say he was caught off guard. “Why?”
“Please kiss me.” I try to lift my head, but his grip on my jaw forbids it.
“You want to kiss a monster?”
“I never said I was normal.”
“You’re an annoying fucking existence.”
“Still, you’re here.”
“That I am.”
“Kiss me, then, Jeremy. Just—”