Jamila Jasper Sex Scene 2

Good evening, heaven. A smooth, almost familiar voice whispers into my ear. The tickle senses shiver straight through me. Terror. I feel my bladder about to let go, but I will myself to stay in control. I know what I'm doing. Something pretty fucked up right now, but I'm gonna, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm not gonna hurt you, but I'm not gonna let you leave this room until we're done. Done with what? I still can't please his voice, and it really bothers me. Maybe if I could see his face, or if I had some other clue aside from his weight, like the size of his hands. A lot of men have gigantic hands, but this one could cover my entire face and suffocate me. I can breathe, I can barely breathe with his large, index fingers right beneath my nose. I know I'll scream if he lets go of me. If you scream, he murders. You're gonna wake Teagan. You really don't want to wake Teagan with me in the house, do you? So, I'm gonna let you go, and you're gonna stay silent. Teagan, how the fuck does he know about Teagan? Him mentioning Teagan terrifies the crap out of me. She's my responsibility, and I don't want a dangerous psycho to snatch her in the middle of the night. I try to slow my breathing down so I don't yell when he lets go of me. His body moves with mine as I steady my breathing, his firm and oh so fuck, he's firm and so fucking big. It hurts to take air into my lungs, but for now, even with this weight on top of mine, it's possible. He shifts his hips, and I try to ignore his dick digging into my ass. The giant removes his hand from my mouth, and I don't scream, but I try to turn around. Just as I move, just as I move, he grabs my hair and whips my head back around. I didn't catch a glimpse of him. The man shoves my face forward, and I grunt in pain. Look at me again, and I'll cover your ass with so many ropes you won't be able to walk for a week. I nod with understanding, hoping he'll release his tightening grasp on my hair. He does, and I don't bother turning around to look at him. What do you want? I guess. It's still hard to breathe with the heavy man on top of me, but the fastest way out of here is finding out what he wants. I need your permission. For what? I guess. He strokes his fingers through my hair and wraps my hair around his wrist, giving him utter control of me. I've never been in this position of complete submission, and my reaction to him completely humiliates me. My cheeks burn with shame, which transform into terror again as I move beneath him, and my ass grazes his dick. He's hard. This dicko who climbed through my window in the middle of the night is rock hard to come inside you, he says simply. I slip out and thrash beneath him, but his grasp on my hair and his threat about what would happen if I screamed gives the giant utter control over me. Stop it, he snaps, and I stop, but mostly because all my thrashing intensifies the feeling of him crushing me. His body completely dominates over mine in every way. Good girl, he whispers, and that forbidden thrill rushes straight between my thighs again. Think of a way out, heaven. I need another baby, he says with a demanding tone that suggests he expects the baby to come from me. Good for you, I grunt. I don't see how that's my problem, but I do see how he's going to make it my problem, because this intruder has his dick on my ass. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what he wants to come inside me. You're in a dangerous position, he says, thrusting his hips forward so I can feel how hard he is. His warm breath tickles my ear to the point where I lose control of my body's response to his warmth. Working with this racist Irish mob, those people would kill their own family for fucking the wrong kind of people. He releases his grip on my hair, but only so he can turn my face to the side and kiss my neck. It's still too dark for me to perceive any of his features except his lips. The instant his roughness makes contact with my neck, my pussy gushes. A six-fisted guilt forces its way into my stomach as I respond to the kiss, but I can't ignore the response. My previously fresh underwear are officially soaked. I gasp and try to move away from the intruder, but he returns tight control over me, tightening his grip on my hair and fiercely holding me still. If you carry my baby for me, I'll protect you, he murmurs. I will pay you. I will give you whatever you want, but I need your permission. You're asking a lot for a man who won't let me see his face. I manage to push out, despite my body's intense response to the intruder's menstruation. His neck kisses have my pussy gushing, and I want to get away from this mind game. I won't let you know my name, either, he says. It's safest. I just need a pussy to come in and a body to hold my child. I still get nothing out of this deal. Sex, he murmurs, teasing me with warm breath on my ear again. I need a break from the kisses. My neck is soaked, and this crazy criminal's unlistening voice has me far too relaxed considering the situation. I don't know why I stopped fighting him, and I don't remember when it happened. He strokes my hair gently, and continues talking, and continues talking. I'll give you the sex you crave, Evan. Dirty, kinky, rough. Sex with a stranger doesn't excite me, I poke out, although apparently the thought of sex with this stranger, who has woken through my window, awakens my body completely. He's just too familiar. Sex with a stranger doesn't excite me, either. The man says calmly, your pussy excites me. Thinking about your pussy excites me. Knocking you up and making you carry my surrogate child excites me. Your surrogate? His body tenses with frustration. Whoever he is, he's quick to anger. I should be careful, but there's not much I can do in this situation. Yes. Okay, I grunt, ignoring my traitorous body, and forcing myself to listen to the strong, educated woman inhibiting my brain. What do I have to do to get you to leave? His body moves purposefully over mine, bearing his intentions before his words. This intruder isn't going anywhere. I can't see him, but I have clues about him, even without my eyes. He's tall, I notice that much. Unusually tall. He also has a light Boston accent, very deep voice, and he smells familiar, too. I'm too focused on surviving to run through the catalog of scent in my head to find his. Do this for me, he says. Be my surrogate. I told you heaven. I won't hurt you. I just want to come inside you until you get pregnant. When the baby is born, you'll be free. I know you're stuck here for a year. Make a three-trillion feeder. I grunt and push my back against him roughly. What about this deal is sweet from me? I have to have a baby. You get my tongue in your pussy as often as possible. You get to feel my big cock inside you until you cum. I'll take care of you physically and sexually in every way you need while you live in this castle. You don't have to give me birthday gifts or remember our anniversary. Just wait in bed for me to come fuck your brains out whenever you need it. Our anniversary? Oh, he's crazy. Very crazy. I shudder. He's so muscular that I can tell when I shake and inadvertently move against him. Damn. I bite my lower lip and try to stay focused on something other than his weight oppressing into me. That's not everyone's dream, I say sternly, even if the intruder's disturbing plan for our relationship forced a gush of wetness within my thighs. My body's traitorous responses have nothing to do with my logical interpretation of the situation or my desire to get this man off me. I want a relationship. He responds with a condescending chuckle. This is better than a relationship, sunshine. This is you getting great sex every night while you call a baby from me. His cock jerks again. This intruder really likes the idea of knocking me up. This is crazy, I whisper. I understand what you want, but if I agree to that, I would be fucking crazy. It's like I'm talking to him and trying to work out how the hell to get my ass out of the situation at the same time. He has me pinned in every way that completely immobilizes me, and I can only just recognize, realize how much I need a complete use of my arms and legs in every situation. I could always take a plan B. It's like this motherfucker can read my mind. He pushes my hair away from the back of my neck and kisses the back of my neck, forcing me to feel his lips again. A shiver travels straight through me. That gush between my legs returns. If you take a plan B, I'll know. I believe him. I don't know who the fuck he is, but clearly he's watched me for a while. Maybe a few days. Maybe since the first day I came in. Maybe since the day I first had an interview. I won't. I lie immediately. I lie immediately. He runs his tongue over my neck, possessively, and when he finds a spot he likes, he grabs the flesh between his feet and fights hard. I moan and thrust back into him, rubbing my ass against his erection inadvertently. You won't, he commands, because your pussy will be mine until you give birth to my child. I need more. I need more from this deal, I say. I need you to leave me alone when I have my period. You won't have to worry about that for long. Don't hurt the little girl who lives here, I whisper. Please. His muscles tighten against me. I would never do such a fucking thing. And I would never hurt you, sunshine. That's why you can't know who I am. He roughly pulls down my pajama pants. He roughly pulls my pajama pants down over my ass. Terror heightens as I expect a painful first sound of intrusion between my legs. Instead, he pulls his body away from mine, finally allowing oxygen into my lungs and runs his tongue furiously over my mouth and my underwear. Fuck, you're already juicy, he grunts. Fuck yes.