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Wicked Games: Chapter 5

Tempest

The sound of my door clicking shut woke me up. I really wanted to go back to sleep. My earlier argument with Jason had already stressed me out. Then I made it worse by eavesdropping on his conversation with my sister. I had heard her offer to have his baby. I knew there was no way Jason would agree to that but I was still relieved when he told her no. I didn’t hear her response back because I pulled myself away from the door and buried myself under the covers, where I’d been for hours.
“Tempest.” My tired eyes fluttered open at the sound of my name. “not toni — “ I started but his hand covered my mouth cutting off my words. Jason’s heavy draped mine, pushing me into the mattress, trapping my left hand between us, limiting my mobility.
“Shhhh…” He quieted me. The moonlight shining through the top of my curtain allowed me to see his eyes.
I squirmed beneath him. “Get out of my room, Jason.” I tried to talk through his hand. Nothing but garbled noise came out.
With his mouth to my ear he hissed, “I already warned you. Your sister is in the living room sleep, said she’s not going to work tonight.”
He shifted his weight and I could feel his hard dick against my soft belly. He was crazy if he thought we were fucking.
He confirmed his intentions, lifting his weight just enough to tug my night shirt up and  force my legs open.
“I just need to feel this pussy really quick then I’ll go.”
I jerked my body, attempting to wiggle out of his grasp, shaking my head no. But he was too heavy to move.
“Yes, Tempest and when I remove my hand you’re gonna keep quiet right? Because you don’t want your sister to walk in your bedroom and find me in this good pussy do you?” Like he often did, he answered his question for me.”No you don’t.”
“Get off me bef, —” I got out three and a half words in a harsh whisper before he silenced me by him shoving his tongue in my mouth. With his hands free he was able to keep my legs splayed open, my thighs were pressed to the mattress. I felt his hand moving downward over my belly. He paused at my pussy, touched my clit, strummed at it until I was scratching at his back. He slid two fingers inside me and fucked me with them. He worked his magic until my pussy was clenching and sloppy wet and my breathing was uneven and heavy. Before I could cum, he withdrew his fingers and yanked his mouth away from mine at the same time. He dragged said fingers back up my torso marking me with my own arousal.
Out of nowhere a bit of my common sense returned. “You cannot keep coming to me like this. We have to stop..” I hissed.
“Make me stop then, you can stop me anytime you want to. Just tell me no, say it loud and mean it.” He chuckled in my ear, knowing I wouldn’t dare risk waking up Julissa.
“You’re an asshole,” I hissed back barely above a whisper.
His response was to prove my words true. He gripped the top of my night shirt and tugged. I heard and felt it rip. Then he rubbed his cum laden fingers over both my nipples.
“Why would y—’my words trailed off when he dropped his head to my tit, pulled my wet nipple into his mouth as his fingers glided back down my body, retracing the trail he’d taken up it. He used them to fuck my pussy hole. I sucked my lips into my mouth to keep from crying out. I gripped his bicep, digging my nail into his flesh. He pushed his finger deeper. My hips bucked. I was on the verge of cumming, when suddenly he pulled away again leaving a dull ache in the center of my stomach. The whimper that came from my mouth was pathetic, a gasp replaced it when he his fingers were replaced with his dick. Inch by painstaking inch was he eased into, then he set nice pace to fuck me to and kept building momentum. My legs found themselves wrapped around his waist..
He snickered in my ear.
“You complain a lot about us fucking, but you like this dick don’t you, Tempest? And every time I bring it to you, you’re going to take it aren’t you?”
I didn’t have the wherewithal to say no like I should have. I nodded frantically.
“Fuck me back then,” he groaned.
Doing as I was told, I rotated my hips, meeting his downward stroke with an upward thrust.
‘Damn, Tempest. How do you feel this fucking good, every single time?” he whispered into my ear, fucking me harder.
I clenched my eyes shut. Reveled in the fact that my pussy made him sound weak.
My body started to buck, eyes rolling to the back of my head. I shuddered through my orgasm for what felt like forever. How could he make me cum so hard, so fast, every time?
“That’s it, gimme my orgasm, I earned it.” he breathed harshly onto my skin
Pressing his lips to mine and kissed through my orgasm, which triggered his own, his body tensed above me then I felt his hot cum fill me. He held me through it only pulling out after our breathing returned to normal. He eased up off the bed, not making a sound..  He moved quietly while putting back on his clothes.
As the high started to ebb away, reality set in.
My heart started pounding for all the wrong reasons again. Jason was getting too bold and my stupid ass kept getting caught up.
“We can’t keep doing this,” I felt like a broken record. I kept repeating myself, but still gave in.
I pushed myself up into a sitting position, my back against the headboard, my head hit something soft. I looked back and saw it was a pillow. Jason had shoved it there to keep the headboard from hitting the wall. He was too good at this shit. I shook my head.
The bed shifted as he leaned onto it. Gripping my hair, he roughly pulled my head back and placed a searing kiss on my lips before letting me go. “We can and we will because you’re never going to stop me, because you like what we have. You like how we make each other feel. I just hope one day what we have doesn’t involve sneaking around and you feeling guilty,” The anger was evident in his tone. He was getting increasingly aggravated with me. He turned, made his way to the door and left slamming it behind himself with no regard. I heard Julissa ask him what was going on, then the front door slam minutes later. Whatever answer he gave her must have pissed her off, but didn’t involve me, seconds later her room door slammed.


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