Jayden
Allison pushed my hand away, her face flushing. “Leave, Jayden. Please. My roommate will be back, and I don’t want her to be mad at me for bringing a guy here.”
But before she could finish, my lips crashed down on hers. It was a harsh, possessive kiss, my mouth bruising hers. Allison’s eyes flew open, her hands rising to push me away, but my grip on her neck tightened, holding her in place.
The kiss was aggressive, almost violent, with my whole mouth smashing against Allison’s. It was as if I was trying to claim her, to mark her as my own. Allison’s eyes darted wildly, her face twisted in a mix of shock and fear.
As I kissed her, I could feel Allison’s resistance melt away. My lips claimed hers, hard and demanding. I tightened my grip on her neck, my fingernails almost digging into her tender porcelain skin.
She tasted sweet and intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough. I deepened the kiss, my tongue invading her mouth. Allison’s hands fluttered up to my chest, but she didn’t push me away.
Instead, she kissed me back, her lips matching mine in intensity. The violence of our kiss was exhilarating, and I felt my desire for her surge out of control.
As we broke apart for air, our eyes remained closed, our chests heaving in unison. Allison’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto mine. She was breathing fast, her lips parted as if inviting me to kiss her again.
I held her face in my hands, my thumbs tracing the tender skin of her cheeks. The red marks on her neck were visible, a testament to our tightened grasp. I rubbed the marks gently, my eyes never leaving hers.
“I guess I should leave now,” I said, my voice low and husky.
Allison nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, please. You should leave.”
But her eyes told a different story. She didn’t want me to leave. She was just trying to avoid a fight with her roommate.
“Alright,” I said, but I didn’t move. Instead, I scooped her up in my arms, cradling her against my chest.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice laced with surprise.
I sat down on the bed, placing her on my lap. Allison looked up at me, her eyes wide with anticipation. And then, without another word, I claimed her lips again, our mouths locking together in a fierce, passionate kiss.
Slowly, my hand went downward, and I pulled her gown down. With my hand now on her thigh, I pressed it hard, and she let out a soft sigh right into my mouth. I wasn’t done with her; I wanted to make sure she regretted giving what was mine to someone else. Did she think I was going to be sweet and soft forever? This is my true self!
Her body shivered as my hand went upward, and when I finally touched her panties, she gasped, her body flinching.
She opened her legs wider for me, allowing easy access.
“What a sweet slut,” I whispered as I slipped my hand into her panties from the side.
A small and shivery “ahhh” sound left her lips as I came in contact with her wet folds.
“Look how wet you are, baby,” I cooed, breaking the kiss. “And yet, you want me to leave?”
She swallowed hard, her eyes half-opened as she watched me.
“Should I leave?” I asked, teasing her clit and throbbing entrance.
Swallowing hard again, she nodded her head, but I could see the desire on her face building up with each passing second.
“Oh, really?” I muttered, and dove a finger inside her.
She let out a whimper, her hand gripping onto my broad shoulder.
“You want me to leave that badly?” I asked again.
“Yes, please,” she replied, nodding her head, amidst soft whimpers leaving those shaky red lips.
Another finger entered her, and she cried, sinking her face against my chest, her grip on my shoulders holding even firmer. I began to thrust inside her, and she moaned, but immediately, I pulled away, and she looked up at my cold face.
“On your knees,” I said harshly, standing on her bed.
“Jayden,” she whispered, seemingly trying to reason with me as she got on her knees. “Lately, you’ve been acting differently. Is everything alright?”
By then, I had already pulled off my belt, jeans, and underwear, my dick springing out and slapping her mouth as if it was a warning for her excessive talking.
She opened her mouth, and I didn’t give her a second to adjust before I fisted my hands around her hair and thrust completely into her soaked, wet mouth. She gasped around my cock, her throat constricting around the girth.
The warmth, the wetness of her throat as I forced myself deep inside her, using my grip on her hair to fuck my hips forward, choking her.
As I looked down at her, my eyes went to that neck, the neck where the necklace once lay. I quickly grabbed her neck again, and her hands reached up to my thighs, trying to push away, but I didn’t stop or take it easy.
Instead, I thrust harder, faster, knocking her back, which caused her to fall and lay against her back on the bed.
Hell no, I didn’t stop. She would never tell me to stop because she was mine – her eyes, her nose, her mouth, and that neck!
With my body hovering above her, she continued sucking, taking my entire length in, her face growing redder by the second. I helped her, hitting her mouth, my balls slapping her chin as I rocked my hips.
I threw my head back, and a deep growl escaped my mouth. She pushed her head back and forth, swallowing around my dick, sucking and licking, and I paused for a moment to look down at her before my gaze turned, spotting something on her roommate’s table.
I smirked and pulled my erect cock away from her, causing it to make a popping sound.
“Where are you going?” she asked, but I ignored her, went over, and picked up the carton containing a dildo.
“New?” I asked, raising it without turning back to face her.
“Yes, and it’s not mine,” she said quickly. “Please, kindly put it back, and we should hurry before she comes back.”
My smirk grew wilder when I noticed a half-full tube of lube next to a large book on the table.