Page 85 of A Foster Fling
Her fist flies and I let it. The pain that radiates down my jaw makes me laugh. She screeches and it’s music to my ears. I let her knock me to the ground, watching with rapt interest at how her emotions erupt like a volcano, overflowing through the fists she continues to land on me.
But it couldn’t be this easy, could it?
My cock hardens again, and I feel pushed out. She feels it, too, the way her eyes dart between mine on the last hit. Her curls are going every which way, and it makes me internally groan.
When her lips slam on mine, my eyes widen. When her tongue enters my mouth, it feels as if my soul gets sucked out of my body.
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Melanie
I hate him. I’m going to kill him!
He taunts me with that name, and he knows what it does to me! But when that slight change crosses his features and his pupils fluctuate in focusing, it does something to me.Anticipation.I feel like it’s become a game between us — between the three of us. Because surely, that’s what’s happening when Jada kisses me back and grabs my ass, grinding my pussy against his hard shaft. I’m aching for relief. Relief from all the conflicting emotions he throws me into, but with Jada, there’s only one emotion: need.
It’s primal and instinctual. One plus one equals two and the world is calm again. The tornado that is Jaiden turns into something tangible, something I can grasp onto. I don’t know what comes over me when I raise my hips, grab his dick and shove it inside of me without leaving his lips. They’re so soft and his groan inside of my mouth makes me feel powerful. I finally feel in control of something. Jaiden is like a caged beast. Having him under me just like this makes me want to roar in his face in victory.
But it’s not Jaiden with me right now. Not with the way he fucks me from beneath. We’re chasing something together, his hands all over me, squeezing my ass and my hips, forcing me to grind down with him. My hand slips between us and swirls on my clit. I want this shared moment. I want it so badly.
In a world where I feel so lost everywhere I go, this has become my only selfish desire. I give and give, but right now, I’m going to take.
“You feel so good.”
Our kisses become sloppy; his hips hitting mine give me an ache, but I love it. I don’t know if I’m still riding the high of our last sex session, but my pleasure mounts so fast, I don’t see it coming until it hits me like a freight train. My body shivers, my pussy clenches, and I scream into his mouth.
He flips me over, throws a leg over his shoulder, and pounds into me so hard I continue to cry out, trying to find something to hold onto. The waves of my orgasm make me bite my bottom lip. It feels good, but it’s also starting to hurt with how hard he’s going. Ironic and perfect at the same time — it’s so me and Jaiden: pain and pleasure.
He growls out loud and pulls out, coming all over my stomach and breasts. My pussy clenches at the emptiness and I whimper. His eyes dart to mine, the smile growing on his face menacing.
“Look at you.”
With his hand on his dick, he rubs the rest of his release all over me. My hands pinch at my nipples, watching him, wondering what he’ll do next. Or is it she? I haven’t discovered that yet. But Jada sounds like a girl and acts like a guy.
When he crawls down my body and begins to lick up his cum, I moan.Fuck. It shouldn’t be this hot. This shit is so dirty, so fucking dirty. But it does make me hot, and my hands are now between my legs, rubbing at my clit again as he continues to clean up his mess.
“Fuck, Melanie.”
I didn’t realize my eyes were closed but at the sound of my name, another small climax rolls through me. My name shouldn’t sound so good on his lips when he’s like this — when he sounds so broken.
A breeze passes by me, and I hear the door of the restroom slam shut, almost breaking it off the hinges.
Chapter Nine
Melanie
It’s been almost a week and a half since Jaiden fucked me. He doesn’t talk about it, he doesn’t even come close to me.
In fact, he’s taken to sleeping on the couch and it breaks my heart and pisses me off at the same time.
He’s just going to use me and dump me?This fucking asshole has something else coming to him if he thinks I’m going to let that fly. I gave him time. The shame and guilt he carries on his face when he’s at home rip my heart out. Doesn’t he know I feel it too? But I can’t be the only one who feels how right we are together, how we both bring each other calm after the storms we force on each other.
He’s home late today. I’ve been back after school ended for the past three hours. I figured he got detention for something, so I decided to take my mind off worrying by starting on an early dinner. The clock on the stove says seven and he’s still not here.
I need to know what her name is. Because he has to be fucking someone else. The knife in my hand feels heavy the more the thought floats through my head. I’m not a violent person by any means, but Jaiden just brings out a side of me that I’m not proud of.
The door slams open and I can hear his footsteps behind me.
“Jaiden.”