14 -Love me x Better-

"Do you agree with my terms of the contract?" he commented with his neon eyes not leaving mine.

"I sighed " my heartbeat accelerates

"C'mon Sarah " he added

Without thinKing twice,  I've always wanted Jonathan Christopher since my entire life,  now what I'm  I waiting for,  he's not going to date me,  he don't do dating stuff. But still I know I've satisfied my conscience.

"yes" Jace,  I accept the contract.

"But still-" never mind, he added.

He thrusts his finger inside me, and I cry out as he does it again and again. Then Boom blood start coming out,  but he wiped it up with tissue pad, 

He palms my clitoris, and I cry out once more. He pushes inside me harder and harder still. I groan.

Suddenly, he sits up and tugs my panties off and throws them on the floor.

Pulling off his boxer briefs, his erection springs free. Holy Moses… He reaches over to his bedside table and grabs a foil packet, and then he moves between my legs, spreading them further apart.

He kneels up and pulls a condom on to his considerable length. Oh no…Will it? How?

"Don't worry," he breathes, his eyes on mine, "You expand too." He leans down, his hands on either side of my head, so he's hovering over me, staring down into my eyes, his jaw clenched, eyes burning. It's only now that I register he's stirring at me.

"You really want to do this?" he asks softly.

"I nodded ,"  yes.

"Pull your knees up," he orders softly, and I'm quick to obey. "I'm going to fuck you now, Miss Elaine," he murmurs as he positions the head of his erection at the entrance of my sex.

"Hard," he whispers, and he slams into me.

"Aargh! Fuck!  Jesus! " I cry as I feel a weird pinching sensation deep inside me as he rips through my virginity.

He stills, gazing down at me, his eyes bright with ecstatic triumph.

His mouth is open slightly, and his breathing is harsh. He groans.

"You're so tight. You okay?"

I nod, my eyes wide, my hands on his forearms. I feel so full. He stays still, letting me acclimatize to the intrusive, overwhelming feeling of him inside me.

"I'm going to move, baby," he breathes after a moment, his voice tight.

Oh.

He eases back with exquisite slowness. And he closes his eyes and groans, and thrusts into me again. I cry out a second time, and he stills.

"More?" he whispers, his voice raw.

"Yes," I breathe. He does it once more, and stills again.

I groan. My body accepting him… Oh, I want this.

"Again?" he breathes.

"Yes." It's a plea.

And he moves, but this time he doesn't stop. He shifts onto his elbows so I can feel his weight on me, holding me down. He moves slowly at first, easing himself in and out of me. And as I grow accustomed to the alien feeling, my hips move tentatively to meet his. He speeds up. I moan, and he pounds on, picking up speed, merciless, a relentless rhythm, and I keep up, meeting his thrusts.

He grasps my head between his hands and kisses me hard, his teeth pulling at my lower lip again. He shifts slightly, and I can feel something building deep inside me, like before. I start to stiffen as he thrusts on and on. My body quivers, bows, a sheen of sweat gathers over me.

Oh my… I didn't know it would feel like this… didn't know it could feel as good as this. My thoughts are scattering... there's only sensation... only him... only me… oh please… I stiffen.

"Come for me, Sarah," he whispers breathlessly, and I unravel at his words, exploding around him as I climax and splinter into a million pieces underneath him. And as he comes, he calls out my name, thrusting hard, then stilling as he empties himself into me.

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