Page 52 of Bagging the Blueliner
I shoved two fingers into her roughly. Hannah cried out, rising on her tiptoes, trying to escape the forceful intrusion.
“That’s right. You get off on the idea of making me jealous. You’ve soaked through your panties at the thought.” Unzipping my jeans with my free hand, I whispered in her ear, “I hope it was enough.”
Not giving her a chance to ponder what I meant by that, I removed my fingers, bent my knees, and slammed into her to the hilt in one thrust. Hannah’s pained groan filled the air of the tiny hotel room.
Gone was the man who patiently gave her time to adjust to his size the last time we were together. She’d unleashed the beast, and that’s who she would be fucking tonight. When she was limping tomorrow, Hannah would be forced to think twice before acting like a brat to get a reaction from me.
Holding her hips steady, I pounded into her relentlessly, grunting with the effort while ignoring her squeaky moans with each thrust.
“You wanna act like a little slut?” I forced out through gritted teeth. “Fine. I’ll treat you like one. Sluts don’t get the comfort of a bed, so I’m going to nail you to the wall. And you know what? I bet you like it. Don’t you, slut?”
Hannah whimpered, and I leaned forward to kiss her cheek, tasting the salt from the tears falling freely.
“Yes,” she sobbed.
Her pussy gripped me tighter, confirming she was telling the truth. Being rough and degrading was turning her on.
Hannah’s body thumped against the wall each time I slammed into her. Driving my cock into her molten heat, I felt the primal urge to hammer the point home. Snarling in her ear, I punctuated each word with a piston of my hips, “I. Don’t. Fucking. Share.”
Stuck between the wall and my rock-hard body, Hannah tried to arch her back as my words tipped her over the edge of her orgasm. Her shrill moans were music to my ears.
I did this to her, not that jackwagon downstairs. She was mine, even if she didn’t know it yet.
Her pussy pulsed around my length, threatening to squeeze the life out of it. She felt like heaven, and I couldn’t hold back a moment longer. Balls tightening, I roared as my climax hit me with such force that my knees threatened to buckle. My hearing went out, and I swear I saw stars behind my tightly clenched eyes.
So slowly, I came back to my senses. Our panting mixed in the air as we came down from our collective high. Hers became shaky and strained, and that was when I realized I’d leaned into her, crushing her lungs.
Stumbling backward, I shuddered when my dick slid from her warm body.
Hannah slumped against the wall, crumpling to the floor but making no attempt to move. She was so still that I feared I’d cut off her oxygen for too long.
That would be fun to explain to Coach.
Sorry, Coach. Not only was a fucking your daughter into oblivion, but I killed her in the act.
Hannah’s hand moved as she weakly tried to push herself off the floor. Tucking myself back into my pants, I scooped her up. The bed looked inviting, but our post-coital conversation from my house rang out inside my brain, so I carried her into the bathroom instead.
Placing her on the edge of the sink, I slipped her panties down her legs and hiked up the skirt of her dress. Lifting under her armpits, I placed her on the toilet.
When she looked up at me in dazed confusion, I shrugged. “It seemed important to you last time.”
Her eyes widened slightly before narrowing. “You wanna watch me pee, too?”
She was trying to piss me off. Again.
We’d only been together on two separate occasions, but she pushed me away quickly both times. Maybe that was how she rationalized fucking someone she hated. Perhaps what we shared was so explosive, so life-altering, that it scared her. Either way, I didn’t like it.
Crossing my arms, I leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom. “I’m not scared of your bodily fluids. My cock is currently coated in your juices, Hannah.”
Almost as if she couldn’t stop herself, she retorted, “It’s always the big guys who are into kinky shit. Sorry to break it to you, but if you’re looking for a golden shower, you’d best look elsewhere.”
Determined not to let her goad me into a fight, I kept my cool. “I’m waiting . . .”
“For what?”
“You made a really big deal about needing to pee after sex. So do it already.”
Hannah’s cheeks turned pink. “I—uh—“
