Revenge – Part 3B – The Double Bluf

xxx stories 2015 – Revenge – Part 3B – The Double Bluf

She stood up too, and I took a step towards her. She nodded, biting her lip.

“Really?” I said, reaching forwards.

I undid the button of her jeans, pulled the zip down, and slid my hand down to her panties. I rubbed my finger across her crotch, and found that she was starting to get wet.

“Hmm, yeah, you are horny.” I said, teasingly.

With my other hand I pulled down her jeans, with just a little tug they fell to the ground. She gasped and leaned into me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

She was wearing a pair of pale blue panties, and her arousal was obvious. I reached around and grabbed her ass with both hands. She moaned as I massaged her. I leaned down and kissed her lightly, and she returned it like she always did, passionately forcing her tongue into my mouth.

I pulled away from her.

“Can…can we…?” she muttered.

“What?” I asked, letting go of her.

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter.” she said quickly, avoiding my eyes.

“Jessica, look at me.” I said.

She looked so shy, and vulnerable, standing with her jeans around her ankles. I slipped my arm around her and grabbed her ass again.

“Jessica…tell me what you want.” I said.

“It’s just…we didn’t do anything last night…and we’re alone…” she said.

I didn’t reply.

“Can we…go up to your bedroom?” she asked quietly, looking into my eyes.

I smiled.

“Now why wouldn’t you want to ask me that?” I said.

“I don’t know…just, last night, when I was telling you stuff…I didn’t want to make you mad…” she said quickly, nervously.

I released my tight grip on her ass, and started to gently massage it instead.

“Jessica,” I said, taking her chin with my other hand, “You don’t ever have to hide what you want. Not from me.”

She smiled such a sweet smile and threw her arms around me, hugging me tight.

“I love you. So much.” she said.

I let go of her ass and wrapped my arms around her too. I still didn’t know how to react to things like this, to her expressions of romantic feelings. Did I return them, tell her I might like her that way too? Did I punish her, like I had the first time when it had taken me by surprise? Did I ignore them altogether, and hope she’d just stop bringing it up?
My feelings for her aside, I still didn’t know how I felt about her being “in love” with me. On the one hand, it was great. It was so satisfying to know the girl I’d hated for years had fallen for me so quickly, and apparently so hard. But at the same time, it really felt like she didn’t know me well enough to feel that way about me. She knew hardly anything about who I was, apart from the shallow things we talked about with Rose.

After a few seconds of thinking I just leaned down to her and said,

“Good girl.”

Until I could figure this out, I’d just have to accept it.

I pushed her away from me.

“Now let’s go upstairs.” I said.

She giggled, stepped out of her jeans, and walked quickly out to the hall.

I shook my head a little, smiling, and picked up her jeans. When I got up to my room she was already bouncing excitedly on the bed, my blankets thrown to the floor.

“Can I take these off?” she asked.

She was still wearing her t-shirt and panties. I’d forgotten I’d told her not to undress without my permission. It was just an off-hand comment, I was glad to see she took it seriously.

“Yeah. Strip.” I said.

I knelt on the bed as she quickly pulled off her panties, throwing them to the floor. As I lay down, she slid off her t-shirt and bra, freeing those beautiful boobs. She lay over me, naked, and leaned in towards me. I took her by the chin and kissed her. She moaned as I bit her lip, and desperately pushed her tongue into my mouth. Her hands moved up to caress my face, before sliding into my hair.

When I tried to pull away, she leaned in to me, stopping our lips from breaking. She was so passionate that I had to push her away.

She bit her lip and looked at me with a expression of such lust that I felt my dick twitch at just the sight of it. I started taking off my t-shirt, and she jumped backwards excitedly to undo the belt on my jeans. I let her finish pulling my jeans and boxers completely off, and she giggled when my semi-erect cock bounced into the air. She leaned over and put her hands on my thighs, staring at my stiffening cock lying against my leg, but not moving to touch it. She looked into my eyes, as if waiting for me to give her permission.

I grabbed it by the base and pointed it towards her, lightly tapping it against her cheek.

“Do you want my cock in your mouth?” I asked.

My voice came out a lot softer than I intended. What I’d meant to be rough and insulting had come out like a gentle query.

She nodded silently, her cheek rubbing against my cock.

“Suck me.” I said, trying to make my voice firmer.

She let out a throaty moan of excitement as she grabbed my dick and quickly started to lick and suck the tip. As usual, I was turned on almost as much by her attitude towards sucking me as I was by the actual sensation.

After only a minute, I was rock hard in her hands. She was doing more than I told her and started slowly fitting more and more of my shaft into her mouth. It felt incredible, but I gently pushed her off me. I sat up, and she quickly moved to lie down. She lay in the middle of the bed with her legs spread wide.

I lay over her, letting my hard cock rest against her pussy lips. She reached down to my crotch with both hands, her arms pressing against her boobs on either side, squeezing them together. Her slender fingers wrapped around my cock and she started trying to move it in line with her pussy. I let her continue, and she brought the head up to her wet lips.

“Push, push it…please…push it in…” she whispered frantically.

“You want this inside you, slut?” I asked.

She met my eye.

“I want you to fuck me.” she said, a light waver to her voice, “I want it to hurt.”

“Beg for it.” I said.

She didn’t hesitate for a second.

“Please, please fuck me, please-”

I started pushing into her, and she cut off her words with a loud moan.

I slowly pushed in to about half my length, before inching back out. I’d actually forgotten how good her tight, wet pussy felt around my cock. As I started to push back in, a low growl escaped her.

“Oh my God, you’re so fucking big!” she moaned, as I filled her again.

“Is this what you wanted? Does it hurt?” I asked.

She nodded quickly, closing her eyes tight.

“It hurts…don’t stop…” she whimpered.

I kept this slow pace until it felt it was getting easier. She was so tight, I knew the pain would be too intense for a lot of other girls. I was reminded of a forum post about a woman whose boyfriend was so hung that they could only ever go at this kind of slow speed without it hurting her, and he’d never been able to fit it all inside her. They later broke up because of it.

I gritted my teeth and pushed in again, thinking how lucky I was to have found a girl who actually liked the pain, and could take me to the base.

She began to pinch and pull her nipples as I increased my pace. The first time we’d done this, I was so consumed with anger that I hadn’t really paid attention to what was happening. I was able to appreciate the things I’d noticed the first time. The sound her wet pussy made as my cock drove in and out of it, the way her moaning voice jumped in pitch a little each time I filled her. She looked down to see our bodies joined, and started to bite her bottom lip.

“Can you…can you go faster?” she gasped, meeting my eyes again.

I couldn’t believe she wanted even more of this punishment. I stayed at the same speed, using long, slow strokes to fill her each time. Her pussy was so incredibly hot.

“Please…” she begged, “Please, go faster, fuck me…fuck me hard…oh God…please…”

After a few minutes of gasping and pleading, I did as she asked and sped up, thrusting hard into her.

“Yesss…” she moaned as she threw her head back, “Fuck yes! Oh my God!”

I kept increasing my speed, slamming my full length into her over and over. I dug my fingers hard into her hips, while she reached behind her and grabbed on to the metal bars of my headboard. Her arms were spread wide, and I could see them straining as she pulled against it. I lost myself in the rhythm of fucking her hard, our bodies and the bed shaking, my hips burning. Her voice kept jumping and yelping, and she let out little streams of obscenities every now and again.

“Jesus…fuck! Fuck that feels so good…”

The pleasure was intense, and I soon knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it. I was panting, but I pushed even harder, moving as fast as I could.

Jessica’s eyes suddenly shot open.

“Oh God, I’m…!” she gasped, “Oh God! I’m so close…!”

Her whole body tensed up, and I could feel her pussy pulsing around my cock as her orgasm hit her. She let out a long, shuddering wail as her arms wrapped around her, her fingers and hands shaking.

I didn’t slow down, her pussy felt too incredible for me to want the lessen the sensation at all. I released my grip on her hips and brought my hands up to her head. With one hand I reached behind and pulled a handful of her hair, causing her to gasp with pain. I slid the fingers of my right hand around her throat, gripping only slightly, and tried to fuck her even harder.

She looked at me with those beautiful green eyes, her face a picture of lust and desire.

“I…” she squeaked, unable to get a breath. “Oh fuck!”

I tightened my grip with both hands and let out long, sharp sigh. As her powerful orgasm racked her body, I felt my own approaching. I let go of her throat and tangled both hands in her hair, pulling and gripping with the pace of my hips, as her soft voice whimpered “Oh God, Oh God…” in my ear. I felt the pleasure overwhelm me. I slammed my cock into her one last time, and held it there as I came. I felt her legs wrap around me, holding my shaking hips in place as I filled her pussy with my sperm.

I didn’t move a muscle as my own orgasm passed. She was still staring into my eyes, breath heavy and face flushed. For a few seconds neither of us moved. She was still nibbling on her lower lip, and she smiled. She had such a sweet smile, I realised. All the years I’d known her I’d only ever seen her usual arrogant smirk. It was only since we’d gotten to know each other like this that I’d started seeing a real, genuine smile from her.