Yours Ch. 02

After a few seconds of thinking I just leaned down to her and said,

"Good girl."

Until I could figure this out, I'd just have to accept it.

I pushed her away from me.

"Now let's go upstairs." I said.

She giggled, stepped out of her jeans, and walked quickly out to the hall.

I shook my head, smiling, and picked up her jeans. When I got up to my room she was already bouncing excitedly on the bed, my blankets thrown to the floor.

"Can I take these off?" she asked.

She was still wearing her t-shirt and panties. I'd forgotten I'd told her not to undress without my permission. It was just an off-hand comment, I was glad to see she took it seriously.

"Yeah. Strip." I said.

I knelt on the bed as she quickly pulled off her panties, throwing them to the floor. As I lay down, she slid off her t-shirt and bra, freeing those beautiful boobs. She lay over me, naked, and leaned in towards me. I took her by the chin and kissed her. She moaned as I bit her lip, and desperately pushed her tongue into my mouth. Her hands moved up to caress my face before sliding into my hair.

When I tried to pull away, she leaned in to me, stopping our lips from breaking. She was so passionate that I had to push her away.

She bit her lip and looked at me with a expression of such lust that I felt my dick twitch at just the sight of it. I started taking off my t-shirt, and she jumped backwards excitedly to undo the belt on my jeans. I let her finish pulling my jeans and boxers completely off, and she giggled when my semi-erect cock bounced into the air. She leaned over and put her hands on my thighs, staring at my stiffening cock lying against my leg, but not moving to touch it. She looked into my eyes, as if waiting for me to give her permission.

I grabbed it by the base and pointed it towards her, lightly tapping it against her cheek.

"Do you want my cock in your mouth?" I asked.

My voice came out a lot softer than I intended. What I'd meant to be rough and insulting had come out like a gentle query.

She nodded silently, her cheek rubbing against my cock.

"Suck me." I said, trying to make my voice firmer.

She let out a throaty moan of excitement as she grabbed my dick and quickly started to lick and suck the tip. As usual, I was turned on almost as much by her attitude towards sucking me as I was by the actual sensation.

After only a minute, I was rock hard in her hands. She was doing more than I told her and started slowly fitting more and more of my shaft into her mouth. It felt incredible, but I gently pushed her off me. I sat up, and she quickly moved to lie down. She lay in the middle of the bed with her legs spread wide.

I lay over her, letting my hard cock rest against her pussy lips. She reached down to my crotch with both hands, her arms pressing against her boobs on either side, squeezing them together. Her slender fingers wrapped around my cock and she started trying to move it in line with her pussy. I let her continue, and she brought the head up to her wet lips.

"Push, push it...please...push it in..." she whispered frantically.

"You want this inside you, slut?" I asked.

She met my eye.

"I want you to fuck me." she said, a light waver to her voice, "I want it to hurt."

"Beg for it." I said.

She didn't hesitate for a second.

"Please, please fuck me, please-"

I started pushing into her, and she cut off her words with a loud moan.

I slowly pushed in to about half my length, before inching back out. I'd actually forgotten how good her tight, wet pussy felt around my cock. As I started to push back in, a low growl escaped her.

"Oh my God, you're so fucking big!" she moaned, as I filled her again.

"Is this what you wanted? Does it hurt?" I asked.

She nodded quickly, closing her eyes tight.

"It hurts...don't stop..." she whimpered.

I kept this slow pace until it felt it was getting easier. She was so tight, I knew the pain would be too intense for a lot of other girls. I was reminded of a forum post about a woman whose boyfriend was so hung that they could only ever go at this kind of slow speed without it hurting her, and he'd never been able to fit it all inside her. They later broke up because of it.

I gritted my teeth and pushed in again, thinking how lucky I was to have found a girl who actually liked the pain, and could take me to the base.

She began to pinch and pull her nipples as I increased my pace. The first time we'd done this, I was so consumed with anger that I hadn't really paid attention to what was happening. I was able to appreciate the things I'd noticed the first time. The sound her wet pussy made as my cock drove in and out of it, the way her moaning voice jumped in pitch each time I filled her. She looked down to see our bodies joined, and started to bite her bottom lip.

"Can you...can you go faster?" she gasped, meeting my eyes again.

I couldn't believe she wanted even more of this punishment. I stayed at the same speed, using long, slow strokes to fill her each time. Her pussy was so incredibly hot.

"Please..." she begged, "Please, go faster, fuck me...fuck me hard...oh God...please..."

After a few minutes of gasping and pleading, I did as she asked and sped up, thrusting hard into her.

"Yesss..." she moaned as she threw her head back, "Fuck yes! Oh my God!"

I kept increasing my speed, slamming my full length into her over and over. I dug my fingers hard into her hips, while she reached behind her and grabbed on to the metal bars of my headboard. Her arms were spread wide, and I could see them straining as she pulled against it. I lost myself in the rhythm of fucking her hard, our bodies and the bed shaking, my hips burning. Her voice kept jumping and yelping, and she let out little streams of obscenities every now and again.

"Jesus...fuck! Fuck that feels so good..."

The pleasure was intense, and I soon knew I wouldn't be able to hold it. I was panting, but I pushed even harder, moving as fast as I could.

Jessica's eyes suddenly shot open.

"Oh God, I'm...!" she gasped, "Oh God! I'm so close...!"

Her whole body tensed up, and I could feel her pussy pulsing around my cock as her orgasm hit her. She let out a long, shuddering wail as her arms wrapped around her, her fingers and hands shaking.

I didn't slow down, her pussy felt too incredible for me to want the lessen the sensation at all. I released my grip on her hips and brought my hands up to her head. With one hand I reached behind and pulled a handful of her hair, causing her to gasp with pain. I slid the fingers of my right hand around her throat, gripping only slightly, and tried to fuck her even harder.

She looked at me with those beautiful green eyes, her face a picture of lust and desire.

"I..." she squeaked, unable to get a breath. "Oh fuck!"

I tightened my grip with both hands and let out long, sharp sigh. As her powerful orgasm racked her body, I felt my own approaching. I let go of her throat and tangled both hands in her hair, pulling and gripping with the pace of my hips, as her soft voice whimpered "Oh God, Oh God..." in my ear. I felt the pleasure overwhelm me. I slammed my cock into her one last time, and held it there as I came. I felt her legs wrap around me, holding my shaking hips in place as I filled her pussy with my sperm.

I didn't move a muscle as my own orgasm passed. She was still staring into my eyes, breath heavy and face flushed. For a few seconds neither of us moved. She was still nibbling on her lower lip, and she smiled. She had such a sweet smile, I realised. All the years I'd known her I'd only ever seen her usual arrogant smirk. It was only since we'd gotten to know each other like this that I'd started seeing a real, genuine smile from her.

I looked away, and her legs relaxed around me as I pulled out of her. I slowly lay down beside her, and focused on getting my breath back. She surprised me by rolling over on to me, and wrapping her arms tight around me. She kissed me a few times on the cheek before resting her head on my shoulder.

There was something about all of this that was somehow...unsettling. I considered pushing her off, but I didn't know if I wanted to. I sighed again, and closed my eyes.

For a few minutes the only sound was our heavy breathing, but I soon felt her stirring. She slowly sat up and looked at my soft cock, reaching out and taking it in her fingers. She wrapped her hand around the base, and about half of the shaft was left uncovered. Just at her touch, I could feel it start to stiffen again.

She looked up at me with a smug little smirk as she felt it grow in her hand. I felt my face fall in confusion, and frustration, before I forced myself to look neutral again. Why was I so disappointed that her smile had changed?

"You can get hard again, can't you?" she said.

I didn't answer.

"Not like with...with Mike. With Mike, after one shot he'd be completely spent. Usually fall straight to sleep." she said.

Mike. The guy she had left to be with me, even though I hadn't told her to. This was the first time she'd mentioned his name to me. Before it had just been "my boyfriend", and then, "my ex."

"Not like it mattered." she laughed, "It was just two minutes of unpleasant friction for me. I didn't even know how bad he was in bed until you showed me."

My cock was still growing, and she'd started to slide her hand along the shaft, still wet and sticky from her pussy. What did it mean that she used his name now, that she was bringing him up at all? Did it mean she was over him? That she didn't feel any more guilt about being with me? Or maybe she was trying to manipulate me, somehow. Using his name to make me feel like I had to prove myself better than him.

"Whatever I did with him. That wasn't sex." she said, her voice taking a hard edge, "This is sex."

She seemed so submissive before, but I knew from a lifetime of experience what a manipulative bitch she really was. Could that really just go away? There was something there, a gleam in her eye, the way she smiled, that told me that it hadn't.

"And you can get hard again, can't you?" she asked, moving her hand faster "You can still pound this thing into me until I scream. You can fuck me again."

My eyes wandered down her body. I could fuck her again. And despite my conflicted feelings about her, I wanted to.

"Get me hard, slut." I said.

She smiled, and lowered her head to my cock. She licked all the way along the side of the shaft, and wrinkled her nose.

"So that's what I taste like?" she wondered aloud.

I realised that I didn't know what she tasted like. She licked every inch of my cock, as if trying to clean the taste of her pussy from me. It didn't take long for me to get rock hard again as she sucked it into her mouth.

She pulled back and wrapped one hand around the base, then the other above it. Even with both hands, there was almost a third of my cock still uncovered.

"I seriously love this thing." she said, voice tinged with excitement.

She moved up my body until she was straddling my legs, my cock standing upright against her stomach. She pushed it against her, and it covered her belly button.

"I still can't believe it fits." she said, "Although, it's not like it's easy."

I sat up, and pushed her backwards. She fell back onto the bed and stretched out her legs.

"Fuck me." she said, her voice hard.

She moaned with delight as I pushed into her again. Her pussy still felt so tight, despite how I'd stretched it already. I settled into a fast rhythm, as Jessica growled and hummed beneath me. This is why everyone is so obsessed with sex, I thought. This sensation is so unbelievably satisfying, this is why "sex sells", this is why men act like players and women act like sluts. Who wouldn't want to be doing this every second of every day, if they could?

Soon she was cumming again, her eyes tightly shut and voice shaking. I didn't slow down. I regretted every single gym class that I didn't work as hard as I could, because I could feel my stamina waning already. My dick felt like it could be hard for days, but my body was exhausted.

I tried to occupy myself with the physical action of sex, the rhythm of my hips, the pleasure it gave me. Anything but how it hurt to breath.

Eventually I had to slow down, and start using long, slow strokes, until I could get my breath back. Jessica certainly didn't seem to mind. I looked along her beautiful body, and as soon as I looked at her closed eyes, they opened. She bit her lip hard, and smiled. I felt her raise her legs and wrap them loosely around my hips. She started to move her body back and forth, meeting me as I bottomed out. It was awkward at first, but soon she was matching my rhythm.

As good as it all felt, I realised I was still waiting for something. Something about this wasn't...quite right. My mind drifted to the first time we'd done this. That had been way more intense, hadn't it?

I pushed my thoughts away again as I increased my pace, and continued pounding into her. I focused on the way her body shivered with pleasure, and the way she bit her lip when she started to cum again, crying out with wordless joy. I focused on her wide, green eyes that seemed to never leave mine. Everything about this was incredible, and exciting. But it still wasn't quite perfect.

Soon I could feel my own orgasm approaching. I had no idea how long this had lasted, only that it was much longer than the first time, and that I was completely exhausted. I didn't try to hold back, but just let it overwhelm me.

It hit me hard, and I felt all the breath leave my body as I continued to pump into her. Her pussy was still gripping my cock tightly, pulsing with her own pleasure. Eventually I slowed to a stop, and tried to just enjoy the sensation of being inside her.

She was still staring into my eyes.

I rested back on my knees, my cock slowly softening, and tried to get my breath back. That had been...great, hadn't it? I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. Was that really it?

I sat back on the bed and crossed my legs. Looking around me, I realised I'd have to change the sheets. There was evidence of our activity all over my bed, and looking at her I noticed that more of my cum was dribbling out of her pussy.

Jessica suddenly giggled lightly, and sat up.

"That was...that was intense." she said, smiling, "Fuck! My legs are still shaking."

She got to her knees and leaned over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She looked so happy. She was so beautiful.

"Looks like I'm going to need another shower now, too." she said softly, looking down at her body. "Maybe you could join me." she purred.

She leaned in to kiss me, but I brought my hand to her shoulder and turned my head away as she got close.

I didn't want this.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice edged with fear.

"Nothing." I said.

I tried to pull her arms away from me.

"What's wrong?" she asked again, panicked. She clung to me, resisting me. "Did I do something? What is it?"

"Get off me!" I said, more angrily than I felt.

She slowly pulled away from me, resting back on her knees. She looked terrified.

"Just...just go get cleaned up. I'll use the shower downstairs." I said.

I turned away from her. She got up, gathered her clothes, and left closing the door behind her. I sighed loudly and ran my hands through my hair again, pulling on it slightly and growling with frustration.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I got up and got dressed again. Sighing, I stripped my bed, gathered an armful of laundry, and headed downstairs.

My sister and I had been doing our own laundry for years now. Our parents were big on independence, and they always encouraged us to look after ourselves. We both knew how to drive, and could perform basic car maintenance. We could both cook too, more than just with a microwave.

I'd sometimes found it a little annoying, but it was fair, and I saw it as a blessing now as I headed downstairs and packed my laundry into the washer. I could get all this stuff cleaned up right now without raising any questions. I headed back upstairs and put clean sheets on the bed, grabbing a change of underwear before heading down again to use my parents bathroom. I didn't need clean clothes, but it felt weird putting used underwear back on even though I'd only been wearing them for like 20 minutes before Jessica pulled them off me.

I got in the shower and let the hot water wash over me, soothing my well exercised muscles. I kept thinking about what just happened, as I washed the smell of sex and sweat from me. Something was wrong. I'd just had sex with a beautiful woman. Great sex, too. But as good as it felt, it had been so weirdly unsatisfying.

I thought about the first time we were together. Her pleading. Her tears. Her pain.

I felt a hollow pit in my stomach as I thought about what was missing. It was so obvious.

I'd somehow convinced myself that all the stuff I'd been doing to her; the hair pulling, and lip-biting, the insults and commands, that it was all for her. To hurt her. To make her suffer.

I felt my slightly aching cock stiffen yet again as I remembered how she looked only the night before, begging me to touch her, the sorrow on her face when I rejected her. I'd never considered myself a sadist, but I had to admit how good it felt.

Despite the heat of the water, my spine shivered as the cold realisation hit me; I wanted to hurt her as much as she wanted to be hurt.

I laughed, and felt my spirits rise. Of course I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to dominate her, to own her. For some reason I'd been avoiding the idea, but there it was. What we had just done was fun, sure. It was every straight man's dream to be with a woman as hot as Jessica. But it wasn't enough for me.

I thought of the first night I'd made her orgasm, when she seemed so desperate for us to go further, but it just hadn't felt right. Just like on that night, I knew that I needed more than this. More than a just hair-pulling and lip-biting.

It was fun, but it wasn't nearly enough.

I didn't know exactly where I wanted this to go next, but I knew it couldn't be rushed. I spent a long time in there, thinking and planning, before I got dried off, dressed, and headed out.

Jessica was already in the kitchen, and something smelled incredible. I sat down, and was surprised when she put a plate down in front of me. I looked up to see a wide, sincere smile on her face, before she turned back to the counter.

She'd made French toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon, and she quickly returned to put a glass of orange juice in front of me, again shooting me that smile.

I had no idea how to react to this.

Dumbfounded, I took a sip of juice and watched her clean up, putting the food away and rinsing the pan she'd used. I looked back down at my food, disbelieving. On a long list of impossible things, I'd always thought it would be a safe bet that Jessica making me post-sex breakfast would be pretty close to the top.

I turned to glance at the clock, seeing that it was almost 2 pm.

"I know it's a little late for breakfast." she said, watching me.

I snapped my head around quickly. She was standing by the counter, a cup of coffee in her hand.

"But..." she continued uncertainly, "But you didn't eat anything when you got up, and...I thought..."

Her voice started to falter, and she got quieter after each word.

"Thought...you might...want something..." she finished, dropping her gaze.

I watched her for maybe 10 seconds, just trying to wrap my head around this. It made sense, really, didn't it? She'd said she loved me. Something like this would be normal for a couple. But I was still thinking of this as just a sexual thing. We could act friendly at other times, but it was the sex that mattered. Cooking for me was just too weirdly domestic.