Page 13 of The Bad Man
I look up, and she’s shaking her head from side to side, but her cheeks are flushed with pleasure, and she’s clenching around my fingers.
“Do it or I’ll leave you like this, Mia. I’ll leave you empty and needy and aching to be filled.” She does it instantly, and I smile in approval. “My perfect angel.”
When I slide a finger in her ass, her breath catches in her throat, and she arches against me. With one swipe of my tongue over her clit, she can’t hold back any longer. She screams as she cums, and I can feel it run down my fingers. It’s so hard her entire body tenses for a long time before she goes completely limp.
I take my time savoring every inch and then lick her clean. Once I’m finished, she’s spent but I’m not done with her yet.
“I’m going to fuck you, angel,” I tell her as I strip off my pants.
“Jamison?” She blinks a few times as if trying to come back to reality, but it’s too late.
I take my cock in my hand and hold the base as I push against her entrance.
“Wait, wait.” She tries to stop me, but I don’t. “I’m not on the pill or?—”
I ignore her protests and thrust in hard all at once. She screams when I bottom out and grab on to her hips. She’s so fucking wet there’s no resistance as I thrust over and over.
I’m grunting like an animal as I rut inside her, and she tries to push against me. My mouth is sucking and biting all of her perfectly unmarked skin, and I’ve never felt this good.
“Stop, Jamison, it hurts!”
It’s like she’s telling me to go harder, and I do. “That’s why I like it.” I grip her body in a hold so tight it’s probably going to leave bruises.
“You can’t cum in me,” she gasps when I grind against her clit. “You have to pull out.”
“Then why are you squeezing my cock so tight?” I look into her eyes, and they are hooded with desire. “It’s your fault your cunt is holding on to me.”
She makes that little whimper in the back of her throat, and I know she’s close to cumming again. “You can’t cum in me.”
Leaning close, I put my mouth against her ear. “But you want me to. Don’t you?” I thrust all the way inside of her and don’t pull out. I just leave her there on my cock as I rub her clit. “I can feel how badly you want it. It’s dripping down my balls, angel.”
“Jamison.” My name is a prayer on her lips.
“I’m always going to fuck you raw, angel,” I tell her right before I start to cum.
My release triggers her own orgasm, and I can feel her milking me and taking my cum deeper. She’s squeezing out every drop as I bend down and kiss her lips. The gentleness of the kiss is a stark contrast to what I’ve just done to her, but I hope she can understand the meaning.
However impossible, I’ve fallen in love with Mia.
Chapter Eleven
MIA
It’s been a long time since I felt anything. I hadn't realized that I’d been going through the motions since I lost my grandma. She was the only family tie I had left, and since then, I’ve only been existing. I didn’t know that I’d made myself numb by avoiding attachments. Jamison has destroyed that, and suddenly I’m feeling everything. It’s overwhelming to the point that it feels like I might not survive it.
There’s still a dull ache between my legs even though it’s been two days. Two whole days since Jamison stole my virginity, and I’m beginning to wonder if the ache is from having him inside me or because I feel so empty without him there.
All I know is that I have to get back to him. Being off work and not seeing him every day is brutal, but then again, so is Jamison. When he ripped through my hymen, it was a mixture of pain and pleasure. I loved it.
I stare at myself in the mirror and wonder what that says about me. I never thought I would enjoy a bit of pain, but everything he did felt so right. Maybe it’s because Jamison could make it into something else. As improbable as it sounds, it felt like he was healing me.
Each time I said no and he took more, it sealed a crack deep inside my soul. His need to take all of me no matter what I told him was overwhelming. My protests fell on deaf ears, and I was Jamison’s to do with whatever he wanted. It wasn’t an exchange of power because he took all of mine, but I felt like he gave me something in return. Does that mean he belongs to me? Because it feels like I already belong to him.
The alarm on my phone goes off, and it shakes me from my thoughts. Turning it off, I grab my stuff and hurry out of the apartment. I’m beyond ready to see Jamison again.
When I get downstairs, I’m about to walk outside when I hear someone call my name. I turn to see Dr. Crane, and my stomach twists into a knot. The uneasy feeling I've had about him grows by the day. I can’t put my finger on why I’m creeped out by him. The only thing that’s really changed is finding that picture in the news article.
“Hi, Dr. Crane,” I say and force a smile. He’s always been polite to me. In fact, he’s the reason I have this job to begin with.