First Night (2) Sweet Jane
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"Aww! Sweetpea. I won't hurt you ever. What kind of husband do you think I am?" He said while wiping a lone tear on her cheek with care. She looked down on her mark, from where ripples of pain were radiating to her whole being and found his teeth mark so visible.
She was scared to death, whimpering, her lips trembled with fear and end up getting his attention.
His thumb which was already on her face moved to trace her soft lips.
He eventually comes to the cut on her lips in the end and encircled it.
Jane who didn't know that she had a cut there winced in pain and a moan escaped her throat.
Without wasting any time he crashed his lips on hers and this time he feasted on their softness. He sucked her lower lip with his lips before nibbling it with his teeth.
She became all still with fear. Her stomach dropped. His breath was all cigarettes and alcohol.
For not pushing him away she struggled with everything she got. She used her every bit to refrain herself from saying no. Because this person was not someone she can reason with. So, the last thing she wanted now was to annoy him again and end up getting hurt.
Her one hand tightly holds onto a cushion somewhere. You can do it. You can live through it. She kept on ranting this in her mind. There was no hero to save her out there. So, she has to be her own. Even if this means to give herself to this self-centered beast for tonight.
She might not be the most beautiful girl he ever comes across but everything she does was enticing him. He placed his right hand on her nape and pull her mouth more to him while his tongue entered her mouth to swirl around. Her mouth tried to get in sync once but couldn't as he was so much faster and almost abusing her mouth.
She was so close to placing her hand on his shoulder to push him away but Refrain. Why does he have to be so desperate? She wanted to tell him to slow down. But then she wonders. What's his name? It was when his left hand comes to hold her thigh harshly.
This sudden movement made Jane jump and keep that little cushion, she was holding, on her bare chest with a reflex.
He didn't notice and he didn't care. Because his left hand was so busy on her thigh trying to find the hem of the dress. And this is when he broke their kiss and noticed that her dress was long enough and even covering her knees.
"Strip" He ordered looking in her eyes with his brows raised.
She blinked twice, lowered her gaze in embarrassment and then tried to nod. But I couldn't. Pain, fear, and anger were the emotions all mixed in her. But still, she found her right hand moved to her back trying to find the zip. She tried her hardest to ignore the sting in her eyes.
He looked amused for a second. Watching her submitting was the pleasure he was never going to forget. She tried once, twice or thrice but couldn't find the zipper. Not her mistake because the zip broke the moment he tore her dress from her shoulders.
She looked at him to find that he was getting very impatient. The lust and anger in his eyes were just too much for her to take.
"I-I am trying." She said more like a whisper.
"Do I look like I care?" He asked her with a very serious tone that she got shook to her core. With one swift move, he caught her from her waist, pulled her in and crashed his teeth on her collarbone. Her skin was burning under his touch. He made her head to tilt back to give him more space there. He nibbled her soft and sensitive skin with his teeth and work on marking her.
In the meantime, his hand traveled to her knee and found the hem of the dress. He made a fist there and tore the dress to her upper thigh in one go.
Her whole body shook with this act and wanted to get straightened but his mouth on her shoulder kept her there. He didn't stop there and tore her dress more exposing her belly this time.
Her both hands again come forward to grab that little cushion to her n*****s in a reflex as she hugged herself tightly.
One more time and her dress won't be there to cover anything. But he didn't. Instead, his hand traveled to her thigh. She closed her eyes in sensation and felt that large and callous hand move to her inner thigh.
You can do it. It's fine. She tried to tell herself. Until it happened. The moment he touched her above her cotton underwear. Her mind went haywire. And before she could process, the words come out of her mouth.
"Please don't." She pleads. Her eyes still closed.
He, who was busy marking her shoulder looked above.
"Did I hear something?" He inquired with a warning in his voice while his left hand put some pressure on her most intimate part.
She opened her eyes. Why are you doing this with me? It was written on her face. But she dare not to say a word except "No"
"Good" He whispered looking into her eyes.
Though there were no tears, her eyelashes were still damp. He didn't break their eye contact when he pushed that already drenched little cloth aside and move his fingers on her smooth shaved slit.
His large hand on a part where no man touched her except her ex-husband. This made her break their eye contact first as she closed her eyes, her head tilted and her mouth opened to suck on the air.
Her pus*y was drenching wet. Throbbing with the desire. Very responsive to his touch. She could smell her arousal and she knew he can too.
The sight of her face made him so wild and hard between his legs that it was aching. Aching for her. He moved her lips to her ears and inquired in a stern tone
"Why are you shaved there? Are you banging someone?"
She opened her eyes to look at him. A frown appeared on her face that he didn't like. His jaw tightened and his left-hand starts rubbing her clit mercilessly.
She jerked her body back while letting out a small gasp and in the next moment, her hands caught his left arm to stop him.
He looked at her soft and trembling hands on his strong muscular arm. "You know you can't. Give up and answer me." He said with an evil smile. He looked very impatient to hear her words.
Not knowing what she should be telling him or why it matters to him she tried her hardest to make an answer but couldn't.
"Jane, I am waiting." He said with an alarming tone.
She got startled. And her cheeks were tomato red. "I-I just like to k-keep me c-clean." She answered without thinking much this time and with her face down.
Jane who was not looking into his eyes didn't see his eyes got darken even more. He caught her from her chin and make her looks up. In the meantime, he pulled his left hand out of her underwear and clean the fingers on her bare thigh.
"Oh my Dearest Jane, what should I do with you? You are so sweet. So sweet and clean that I wanna dirty you. And I am gonna have so much fun doing that." He playfully whispered, caught the cushion that was covering her chest and throw it across the room.
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