Beneath This Man (This Man, #2)(141)

I cry out.

‘Relax!’ he yells, and I will my body to obey his command, but it’s not having any of it. I’m fighting the inevitable that will be Jesse abandoning me before I explode. I don’t want to go out this evening full of pent up pressure in my groin. I want to be sated and relaxed and he can do that. The bloody arse! I feel him position himself at my opening.

I whimper.

‘Damn it, Ava.’ His tone is full of aggravation ‘Stop fighting me.’

‘You’re going to desert me, aren’t you? You’re not going to see me through.’ I pant desperately.

‘That’s my call, baby.’ He slaps my backside. ‘Relax!’

‘I can’t!’ The sting radiates through me from his swift collide, and he yells in frustration at my non-conformity as he reaches underneath me to brush his fingers over my pulsing centre. ‘Ohhhhhhhh!’ I relax instantly as the connection of his heated touch blasts my senses and rockets me forward, flicking the switch that he has a direct link to. A sea of intense pleasure drowns me and I start a hasty build up towards a furious climax. I try and grab it and keep hold, but he withdraws his fingers. ‘No!’ I shout, completely frustrated.

‘Oh, yes.’ His fingers re-enter me, sweeping through me, his thumb skimming across the very tip of my clitoris, prompting me to push back in a desperate attempt to try and capture more friction. He pulls out, spreading the moisture up my crease.

‘No, Jesse!’ I feel his solid cock pushing against my opening. ‘Please!’

‘You love it, Ava.’ He advances, breaching me, slowly and controlled. ‘Oh, FUCK.’

I could cry with infuriation and frustration, but it doesn’t stop me from pushing back, taking him all of the way. I know I’m not going to come, but I can’t help myself.

He yells, grabs my waist, and then thunders forward, knocking every scrap of air from my lungs.

‘Oh, God!’ I scream as he fills me completely. He charges forward, giving me no time to adjust to him. He means business.

‘Oh, Ava.’ he pants, holding himself inside me. ‘You feel f*cking amazing, baby.’ He grinds himself against me on a long drawn out moan, and I concentrate on getting my ragged breaths under control. ‘Brace yourself on the headboard.’

I take a deep breath and reach up to wrap my hands around one of the wooden planks, crying out as the change in position has him penetrating me deeper. He holds still as I follow through on his orders, running his palm down my spine gently. The fireworks crackling at my core are bordering painful.

‘Do you have a good grip?’

‘Yes!’ I spit shortly, earning myself a swift slap across my backside. I’m going to scream with frustration and he’s not even done with me yet. Why the hell am I not stopping this?

I hear him suck in a sharp breath as he starts withdrawing from me, the fullness alleviating slightly, but then I’m thrust forward as he re-enters me on a punishing drive. I scream again.

‘Brace your arms, Ava!’ He repeats the delectable move, and I stiffen my arms and rest my sweating forehead on my forearm.

‘Jesse, please.’ I beg.

‘It’s feels good, doesn’t it?’ he asks, his voice carnal and hungry.

‘Yes.’

‘You love me taking you hard, don’t you, Ava?’

‘Yes!’

‘I know you do,’ He shifts his grip from my hips and hooks his hands over my shoulders before he crashes forward again and again, yelling in fulfilment each and every time. He reaches under me and glides over my quivering clit with his fingers.

I scream and sink my teeth into my arm in desperation as my head starts to spin with a mixture of incredible pleasure and sharp stabbing pains. I can feel my climax approaching, and in a fraught attempt to seize it, I push back against him on each of his incessant blows.

‘Oh, no you don’t.’ he growls, removing his fingers and withdrawing his cock.

I cry out in anger as he yanks my hands from the headboard and spins me around, pushing me down on the bed. He straddles my stomach, trapping my arms by my side with his knees and starts lashing his fist back and forth over his pulsing cock. I close my eyes.

‘Open your eyes, Ava!’ he shouts and grabs my hipbone, prompting me to scream and buck under him.

‘You’re a bastard!’ I throw him my evilest look. ‘I’m going to get so drunk tonight!’

‘No, you’re not.’ He continues working himself over me as I watch, his eyes hooded and dark, his strained neck muscles bulging. I press my lips together. I will not be opening my mouth!

He falls forward, bracing his free hand on the bed and spills himself all over my breasts on a loud yell that resounds around the whole bedroom. He pants above me, slowing his strokes as I wriggle futilely. My breasts are coated in his warn cum, my hair is all over the place, my make-up probably needs re-doing and I’m fit to burst with the immense pressure in my groin. I am not a happy girl.

‘Do you want to come?’ he asks, looking down at me, sweat coating his forehead.

‘I’m going out!’ I bark, just to make it clear that I am not bargaining with him on this. No way!

‘Stubborn woman.’ He reaches down and wipes his palm all over my chest, spreading himself over every square inch of my torso. ‘My work here is done,’ he says on a half-smile, before leaning down and pressing his lips hard on mine.