Page 38 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

You can play with anything of mine that you like.

Her smile widens, and I realize that even if she didn’t directly read the thought, she must be able to see my lust rising.

Fuck it. I don’t even care anymore.

I let my desire roar through me, all my pent-up frustration and pain crumbling before a frothing wave of arousal. Her eyes widen as it consumes me, every inch of my body hardening as my blood runs hot with lust.

I want you. The only place I can slake this thirst is between your thighs.

She stiffens a bit, like prey right before the predator pounces. She shivers, and that just makes my hunger worse.

“Yes,” she murmurs.

I lean towards her, cupping her cheek as I look into her eyes. “Are you sure? Tell me you want me, Alisa, and I won’t hold back.”

“I want you,” she almost moans. “God fucking dammit, I hate myself for it, but I want you so bad, I can hardly breathe, Jenks!”

A growl rips through my throat, and I lunge forward, grabbing her around the waist. With one step, I leap from the bed, grabbing her so hard that she shrieks. I pick her up, her weight nothing at all in my strong arms, before I turn and toss her on the bed.

She lands on her back, her legs opening. I fall to my knees, reaching up to grab her shorts and yank them down her legs. As I fling them out of the way, I grip her knees and yank her towards me, sliding her to the edge of the bed. Then I bury my mouth in her pussy.

Harsh gasps tremble through her throat as my lips find her clit, teasing it with the tip of my tongue and long licks. I wait until her breathing is coming in fast, short breaths, then wrap my lips tightly around her clit and suck.

She moans, writhing under me and putting her hand on my head. When she grips my hair and thrusts into me with her hips, it only excites me more. I eat her out even harder as she clings to me, wrapping her legs around my head.

I run my hands down her silky thighs, reaching under her to squeeze her ass. She cries out, jumping underneath me, and I slide my tongue through the slick lips of her pussy and lick deep inside.

Her hand tugs on my hair, and I wrap my arms around her thighs, dragging her even closer. When she is trembling so hard she can hardly breathe, I slowly tease my tongue back up through the sweet, slick petals and tease her clit, flicking it with the tip.

She writhes under me, her hands letting go of me to cover her face. I cling to her as she bucks up and down, sliding my lips over her clit and teasing her a bit more before I clamp my arms tightly against her thighs and suck as hard as I can.

Alisa screams, the sound reverberating throughout the room in the sweetest symphony I’ve ever heard. The force of her release crashes through her, making her convulse in my arms. Echoes of her pleasure reach me in rolling waves, and I feel them tingling and teasing in my mouth and in my hands.

I move away a little, looking up to see her writhing in pleasure. I stroke her thighs very gently, watching her shiver as the intensity of her orgasm dies down, leaving her trembling and breathless.

“Was that good?” I ask.

She nods. “Yes. That was—oh my God.”

“You can call me Jenks.”

She giggles, sitting up a little so she can see me. “That’s a good one, but if you’re going to keep that up, I’ll be screaming the word of God all night.”

“Does that mean I have such great power?” I ask mischievously.

She laughs, sitting up a bit more so she can touch my cheek. “You’ve always had power over me, Jenks. Don’t you know that?”

“What do you mean?” I ask, a splinter of fear striking through the sublime pleasure permeating my entire being.

I bullied her… I hurt her. Is that what she’s talking about?

“No, Jenks,” she says, softly stroking my face. “I’ve always wanted you. Couldn’t you tell?”

I’m full of guilt as I look into her beautiful eyes. I think I did know, on some level. The idea that she wanted me, maybe even loved me, was too much for my damaged, fucked-up, and immature heart to handle when I was a confused teenager.

But I’m not now. I decided it’s time to grow up and be accountable—and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

“Alisa,” I whisper, stroking her cheek. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I adore you—and I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

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