Friends

Chapter 2

Jasmine's POV:

Kendrick's erection throbs with anticipation in my mouth, and I can sense that he's on the verge of climax. I lock eyes with him, noting the intensity of his brown-eyed gaze, as I caress the ridges of his six-pack abs with one hand while providing rhythmic strokes with my other. I remove his dick from my mouth, attempting to create a sultry, intimate moment between us.

"Where do you want to cum, Daddy?" I inquire, my voice still seductive as I continue to caress his erection.

He takes his hands, each as large as my face, and with a firmly aggressive grip, seizes my hair. He pulls my head back before forcefully shoving his dick back in my mouth, thrusting aggressively as I denote his desire for control and dominance. I can't help but feel a deep sense of sadness and anger at how things have changed between us. Recently it's been all about him. I can't even remember the last time he's eaten me out. He claims he doesn't like it, but shouldn't he like pleasing me? Sucking his dick is more than just an act of intimacy for me; it's a way to make him happy. But why won't he return the kindness? Even the little things like sucking his dick while being on my knees when he knows I prefer sucking dick while he's lying down, yet here we are bruising my kneecaps leaving me to feel as though my pleasure isn't a priority

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming," he exclaims, as he pounds into me with even greater intensity. My throat convulses, and still, he doesn't relent. He finally cums into my mouth, and I do my best to swallow it all. Desperately, I use my hands to push against his thighs and pelvis, but he only tightens his grip on my hair, ensuring my mouth remains wrapped around his dick.

"Swallow that shit, slut," he growls, delivering a stinging slap to my cheek as he continues to thrust aggressively into my mouth. I find myself extremely aroused by his roughness, the way he refers to me as a slut when we fuck. I love how he punishes me when I try to escape. However, lately, the pain has become too intense. It feels like he's lost any semblance of desire to please me. Instead, it seems he's solely focused on his satisfaction.

"Oh, fuck, I'm still cumming," he groans, his thrusts slowing down slightly. I'm astonished by the seemingly endless flow of cum, a testament to how inhuman he may as well be. I love it, one of the few things I've been enjoying about all of our sexual encounters. Finally, his orgasm subsides, and he pulls out of my mouth, leaving me panting and breathless. After swallowing several times, I rise to my feet. I attempt to lean in for a kiss, hoping to reconnect, but he abruptly turns away, leaving me feeling hurt and rejected.

"Who owns this pussy?" he demands, his grip on my throat tightening possessively.

"You, Daddy," I respond weakly, my voice filling with longing and frustration. I can't help but notice he never kisses me after I suck his dick. It's always been like this - it's as if all the sex we have is devoid of any sort of affection, leaving me to feel emotionally distant. If I were to show any sort of displeasure, it's become the norm that punishment will come my way, whether it be spanking or choking, something that usually leaves some sort of bruise. Usually, I'm okay with it, but being so rough every time just isn't it. He claims it's because I'm the only girl he's been with who can handle it, and I must admit, it's a flattering notion. However, I can't help but wish for a gentler touch from time to time. I'm left with a part of me feeling unfulfilled. He picks me up and tosses me onto the bed, my body sinking into the plush mattress. I lie there staring at his caramel skin and clean-shaven face, the sharp angles of his chiseled jawline standing out against his lean frame. He's skinny, but that doesn't bother me because I know that everything he eats goes to the place that matters.

"Face down, ass up," he commands authoritatively, his footsteps echoing as he approaches me.

Damn, he always buries himself so deep inside me in this position. Please, for the love of God, let him start off slow and gentle. I know it's a pipe dream, but a girl can dream, right? I'd be happy if he went down on me or at least gave me a gentle fingering to prepare for what is about to happen. My cervix is still throbbing from the earlier rounds. Instead, he charges in like a bull, shoving his dick into me without any warning. It feels intense and overwhelming. I clutch onto the sheets, moaning loudly, my voice echoing in the room. He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking it hard, and my thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind. I fucking love the feeling of him pulling my hair. My body is still screaming from the earlier rounds, but after a few more thrusts, I adjust, and the pleasure begins to build. He lifts his leg, braces it against my thigh, and goes even deeper. He's found the sweet spot, the one that sends shivers down my spine. He continues to fuck me aggressively, his hips pistoning furiously, but I can't escape the onslaught because he's got ahold of my hair, tethering me to his relentless pace.

"Fuck, Daddy, just like that. Don't stop, I'm going to cum!" I squeal while yanking the sheets out of place and pulling them close to my body.

"Oh, fuck," he growls, his pace becoming less urgent and intense.

"No, Daddy, don't slow down," I plead, my orgasm slipping away as he slows down. It's too late though, he's already done. This is the closest I've been to cumming, and just like that, it's over. The only reminder of this fleeting moment is the feeling of him pulsating as he cums inside me. He pulls out of the heat of the moment, leaving me craving more as he stands upright.

"I'm sorry," he says, his tone lacking any genuine remorse.

"It's cool. It happens. Maybe next time," I respond, attempting to mask my disappointment.

"Yeah about next time. There's something I need to tell you."