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else that’s messing with his head, something else that’s been a catalyst for all the uneccessary vitriol he’s spouting. ‘And you’ve never been pushed before?’
His face breaks into a slow smile, his fingers gently stroking my neck, and my stomach flips for a completely different reason now. And then I reach behind and find the bottle of bourbon I’d put down earlier, bringing it to my lips, and I take a long draft, the dark-amber liquid burning as it slides down my throat and settles in my belly. And he laughs and takes the bottle from me, downing a mouthful himself before he slams it back down on the table.
‘You don’t want Mack Slayer no more, huh?’
I don’t reply. Because I’m scared of the answer?
‘Tell me the truth, Izzi.’ His mouth is almost touching mine and all I can hear is my heart beating like a jackhammer now, so loud it’s deafening! ‘Do you want Mack Slayer?’
‘Fuck. You.’
He laughs again, and I do nothing as he rips open my robe and violently shoves a hand between my legs, but I still don’t give him the reaction I think he’s looking for. Instead I continue to stare into his eyes, almost challenging him, and I’m not sure how dangerous that could turn out to be but whatever he’s looking for here, whatever answers he wants me to give, he isn’t going to hear them. He’s not getting them. The rise he’s looking for, it’s not happening. And I don’t even flinch as he roughly fingers me, probing and pushing and even when he delves into me I don’t react, but it’s hard, because he’s hurting me slightly.
And then his mouth’s on mine and I feel all that anger and frustration rise to the surface, exploding out of me as I pull at his hair and bite down on his lip and his fingers thrust deeper into me, the pain burning through me but I crave it now. I need it, I want it. I want him , God help me. Yeah, I want him, like this, now.
He pulls his fingers out of me and lifts me up onto the table, his hands on my knees pushing my legs apart and he’s inside me within seconds, I don’t even have time to draw breath. He thrusts into me with a force so hard it rocks me backwards, and I wrap my legs around him to keep myself steady, leaning back slightly to take him deeper, crying out as he pushes so hard into me I feel every inch of him inside…
Zeb
Man, I am so fucking angry, so frustrated with all the shit that’s gone down today. And as I feel my cock sink inside my girl that anger and frustration seems to intensify until it’s almost seeping into her, and I love that she’s fighting me, that her fingers claw at my skin, that she’s drawn blood as she bites down on my lip. I love that she’s pulled me so deep inside her I can feel my balls slamming against her as I pound into her.
I lean forward and take her nipple in my mouth, nipping it with my teeth and she cries out, and I almost pull out of her completely before thrusting my cock back into her with a force that slams her into the table and makes her cry out again.
I’m pissed at her for fighting my battles. I’m pissed that this crap with Kes is making me rethink everything about Mack and Izzi when she ain’t given me no reason to think she still has feelings for him. But now I can’t get that shit outta my head. And I wasn’t lying when I told Mack I see the way he looks at her, ‘cause I do. I don’t miss the way his eyes linger on her, looking her up and down and wishing she was still his. I see that. So, yeah, I’m pissed. And I don’t want to come inside her tonight, which is unusual, because I love pumping my shit into her. So the second I feel myself about to explode I pull out and shoot a torrent of cum over her stomach, spasm after spasm pumping out over her tanned skin and I need her to come too, now. I didn’t before, but I guess watching my cum drip from her wide-open pussy has done something to me, and I reach out and touch her, sliding my fingers over her until I find
His face breaks into a slow smile, his fingers gently stroking my neck, and my stomach flips for a completely different reason now. And then I reach behind and find the bottle of bourbon I’d put down earlier, bringing it to my lips, and I take a long draft, the dark-amber liquid burning as it slides down my throat and settles in my belly. And he laughs and takes the bottle from me, downing a mouthful himself before he slams it back down on the table.
‘You don’t want Mack Slayer no more, huh?’
I don’t reply. Because I’m scared of the answer?
‘Tell me the truth, Izzi.’ His mouth is almost touching mine and all I can hear is my heart beating like a jackhammer now, so loud it’s deafening! ‘Do you want Mack Slayer?’
‘Fuck. You.’
He laughs again, and I do nothing as he rips open my robe and violently shoves a hand between my legs, but I still don’t give him the reaction I think he’s looking for. Instead I continue to stare into his eyes, almost challenging him, and I’m not sure how dangerous that could turn out to be but whatever he’s looking for here, whatever answers he wants me to give, he isn’t going to hear them. He’s not getting them. The rise he’s looking for, it’s not happening. And I don’t even flinch as he roughly fingers me, probing and pushing and even when he delves into me I don’t react, but it’s hard, because he’s hurting me slightly.
And then his mouth’s on mine and I feel all that anger and frustration rise to the surface, exploding out of me as I pull at his hair and bite down on his lip and his fingers thrust deeper into me, the pain burning through me but I crave it now. I need it, I want it. I want him , God help me. Yeah, I want him, like this, now.
He pulls his fingers out of me and lifts me up onto the table, his hands on my knees pushing my legs apart and he’s inside me within seconds, I don’t even have time to draw breath. He thrusts into me with a force so hard it rocks me backwards, and I wrap my legs around him to keep myself steady, leaning back slightly to take him deeper, crying out as he pushes so hard into me I feel every inch of him inside…
Zeb
Man, I am so fucking angry, so frustrated with all the shit that’s gone down today. And as I feel my cock sink inside my girl that anger and frustration seems to intensify until it’s almost seeping into her, and I love that she’s fighting me, that her fingers claw at my skin, that she’s drawn blood as she bites down on my lip. I love that she’s pulled me so deep inside her I can feel my balls slamming against her as I pound into her.
I lean forward and take her nipple in my mouth, nipping it with my teeth and she cries out, and I almost pull out of her completely before thrusting my cock back into her with a force that slams her into the table and makes her cry out again.
I’m pissed at her for fighting my battles. I’m pissed that this crap with Kes is making me rethink everything about Mack and Izzi when she ain’t given me no reason to think she still has feelings for him. But now I can’t get that shit outta my head. And I wasn’t lying when I told Mack I see the way he looks at her, ‘cause I do. I don’t miss the way his eyes linger on her, looking her up and down and wishing she was still his. I see that. So, yeah, I’m pissed. And I don’t want to come inside her tonight, which is unusual, because I love pumping my shit into her. So the second I feel myself about to explode I pull out and shoot a torrent of cum over her stomach, spasm after spasm pumping out over her tanned skin and I need her to come too, now. I didn’t before, but I guess watching my cum drip from her wide-open pussy has done something to me, and I reach out and touch her, sliding my fingers over her until I find
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