The Own Goal ✔️

Part 46

Jack practically drags me up the strairs, stopping halfway to kiss me against the bannister. He tugs my dressing gown off, dumping it on the floor. He chuckles at my Christmas pajamas then continues to man handle me up the stairs.

"Shit you're a bit keen aren't you?" I pant.

"I fuckin' want ya Chels" his hands are everywhere, his knees roughly pushing between my legs, he manoeuvres me around the corner into my bedroom and I'm relieved his hand is on the back of my head as I'm thrown against the wall hard by him.

"Arghh!" I yelp.

"Sorry, didn't mean to be quite that rough...." He's chewing my lip and pulling my hair.

"It's ok I quite like it......"

He pulls back. The look on his face causes some kind of explosion deep  within me.

I've not seen him look this desperate for a long time.
There's obviously something going on in his head, but I'm so invested in the passion of this now I can't stop it.

"Take them fuckin' penguin PJ's off will ya?" He demands as he quickly strips himself naked.

Standing naked we pause.
Studying each other.
His dick standing to attention.
It sends a shiver down my side.

"I wanna fuck ya Chels"

"Hmmm I gathered that"

"Nah ya don' understand I really need to fuck ya, now"

I notice he's already got a condom in his hand, he must have had one in his wallet again. He quickly unwraps it and slides it on.
I feel butterflies in my tummy at the sight of him touching himself.

I'm not sure what's going on in his head or what's got into him. But I step forward, giving myself to him.

He immediately grabs my waist with one hand, his other reaches around the back of my neck, squeezing slightly.
His mouth on mine is heavy and forceful. His tongue fierce and searching.

This is hitting different. I've never known him like this, it's like he's angry.

"Are you ok Jack" I manage to whimper into his mouth.

"Wonderful" he says dryly, before he softens "ya alright?"

I nod because my mouth is so full of his tongue I can't form a sound.

Jack spins me and throws me onto the bed. He lands on top of me, holding my wrists above my head, he pushes his knee between my legs and continues to kiss me hungrily.
His mouth moves down, being dragged along my jaw, my throat, my collarbone before landing back on my mouth.

He takes both my wrists in one hand now and I realise just how turned on by the restriction I am.

His free hand runs down my body, a finger finds my slit and he immediately pushes a finger in, then two, them three.

"Ya so fuckin' wet for me, ya always wet for me"

I groan

"It's cos ya always want me, tell me Chels, tell me ya always want me"

"I.....always....want.....ah....want......you" I manage between gasps as he roughly fucks me with half his hand, curling his fingers inside, driving me insane.

"Turn ova"

I oblige and he pulls my hips up. He gives my arse a little squeeze as I feel him line himself up.

Then he rams himself into me fully "jeasus fucking Christ Jack!" I Scream at the rough force and deepness.

He doesn't relent, he pounds into me, over and over, looking for his own release, it's so deep.