Neurotic (Jason McCann)

Chapter 11

Malarie's POV

WARNING MATURE CONTENT!

"Oh my fucking shit, baby, you feel so damn good." Jason moans in the crook of my neck, sweating all over me. "Mmm." Is just about all I can stay through the pain in my vagina.

He literally woke me up from my peaceful sleep this morning. Just to have sex with me. Freaking horny bastard. I knew he wasn't going to last long on this no sex for us. He did a good job those two weeks, but now I have been here officially a month. I guess he needs his sexual pleasure, so here I am being the one to give– well, to lay down and just have him take it from me.

I'm somewhat lucky, he's actually not going as hard as he did before. I mean it's still considered rape, because I do not want to do this. But I'm a bit grateful, he's not pounding into me. He's at least told me what he was going to do, instead of me waking up to him just doing me.

"Fuck Mal, you feel so good... do you feel me?" Jason grunts, thrusting into me harder, leaving his sweat droplets dripping down on my body. "Ow!" I shut my eyes tightly, holding onto his biceps for support. "Yes, I sure can feel all of you alright." I clench my teeth together, as I sarcastically answer him.

He lifts my leg over his shoulder, going a bit deeper. Giving me long, hard, steady strokes. He even leans down to give me a kiss, but I forget to kiss back. Crap!

"What the fuck are you doing? Kiss me back." Giving me a stern look, he firmly cups my right breast. "Sorry, don't hit me." I widens my eyes, gripping his arms tighter. Not for leverage, but more so to keep him in place, so he wouldn't be able to hit me.

"I'm not." He whispers, still thrusting into me. A bit slower now. "Okay." I nod, looking at how the sweat drips down from his chest.

He kisses me once again, this time I didn't forget to kiss back. He licked my bottom lip, asking for his tongue to dominate my own. I complied... it's not like I have a choice anyway. I kissed him back, with the same amount of "passion" he has. He always complains I'm boring when we are kissing.

Like what do you expect... I have to kiss your ugly butt. Well he's not ugly, it's just... he's- ugh never mind.

"Your lips taste so damn good Princess." He whispered grabbing my hands, intertwining our fingers together. He soon stopped mid thrust, still snug inside of me. He looked at me a bit saddened. "How come you don't moan like the other women I have been with? Don't you like it?" He said sadly, but got angry when I didn't respond.

"I-I-" I begin, though he shoves my body more into the satin sheets. "You know what, I don't fucking care." He spoke murderously angry, giving me one hard thrust.

The pain caused me to yelp, looking at him wide eyed. Scared of what else he could possibly do to me. This is not the time for me to be making him angry. Especially when he's so deeply inside of me. Still lost for words, I do what I have to do. I grab his face, bringing his lips closer to mine. Hating every minute of our close contact. But I'm doing what has to be done- I mean he could stab me right in my heart. With this butcher knife lying next to me!

"Fuck baby, you do like it huh?" He mumbles against my lips, rubbing my sides. "J-Jason don't hurt me." I stuttered in between his firm kisses.

"I won't... unless you give me a reason to." He lifted my head up, cupping my face with his big, rough... yet soft hands. "Do you understand me baby?" He asked looking at me oh so tenderly.

"Yes I understand you." I nodded, looking into his eyes. It's funny how I just realized his eyes are light brown. Almost a honey looking color. "That's good baby, because I'm going to fuck you so hard. I can't take going slow no more... I'll make it up to you." He released our still intertwined fingers. Placing my arms around his abs.