Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 39: Hayden

Monday, 12:24 A.M. EST

“Creekside Court” is just a stupid name Dane and his closest goons made up for hashing out internal conflicts within his business. Say Diego and Blue went on a run down in Philly and ended up getting mugged, right? They come back to Dane and each try to save their own asses by selling out the other. Dane doesn’t care, because they’re both at fault; That’s money out of his pocket! As far as he’s concerned, they both need their ass beat. 

Dane is a sick man, so what better way to make that happen besides making them beat each other’s asses? That’s the point of Creekside Court.

But he's crazy if he thinks I’m going to let Sierra beat my ass. 

I have said nothing to Dane about the three lines we’ve already done from the bag that Sierra made short; McKaiden can push through them until I figure something else out, right? I can’t afford to do anything else to piss him off…

He shoves himself deeper inside of me, and for a moment I lose my breath. “So what do you think, Lil Bit?” he asks, his voice strained as he adjusts to being in me. “Think your ’motherly instinct’ will kick in? You think you’ll finally beat the pulp out of someone tonight?”

I know he’s asking to try to get off on the thought. Dane has an affinity for watching people fight. And when it comes to me?

He’s been waiting a long time.

“Don’t ignore me, Jenalyn,” he demands as he picks up a steady pace of shoving himself into me. His hands find the back of my head, where he grabs a bunch of my hair and lifts me from my bent over position until I stand in front of him. “Tell me about how you’re going to kick her fucking ass!”

Dane stretches me all over again from the switch of position. I have a hard time focusing on anything other than that because I can feel my body start to give into him. 

I don’t want to give into him. Not now; Not after everything he’s done and continues to do!

His hands move from the back of my head and over my shoulders until they can both wrap around my neck. He tightens his grip, causing me to choke out the air left in my lungs; Too tight. But I couldn’t tell him even if I wanted to, and I think he knows that. 

His phone rings on the nightstand beside us, but it goes ignored. He just keeps thrusting himself inside of me deeper and deeper until I can’t help from falling apart around him. I have to hold back my screams; I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing it. 

“Don’t hold out on me, Jenalyn,” he says between gritted teeth, almost as if to read my mind. He grasps onto my hips to steady me so he can continue to push himself deeper and deeper into me.

I could die right now. 

I never stopped cumming in the first place, but can feel myself working toward it again. I have to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming this time- though I should probably just let it out because he’ll on go harder if I don’t. I feel my wounds start to reopen as he shoves my head back down onto his bed. 

I want to die right now!

His phone rings again, but he's too busy going off about how I could never hold out on him because he knows how to fuck a woman right, unlike the “little boys” I fuck with. 

I don’t even care what he’s saying; I’m too busy screaming out for him to stop as a puddle of hot liquid starts to trickle down my thighs. I couldn't help myself.

It shouldn’t be legal to cum this hard, especially during sex you didn’t want to have in the first place. But here I am, trembling as he continues to slam himself inside of me, cumming harder and harder with each stroke.

It about two more minutes of this before Dane’s body grows tense in orgasm. I think I’m in tears by the time he falls temporarily limp beside me. His phone rings again, but he still takes a moment before answering it so he can catch his breath. 

“You better kick her ass, Jenalyn,” he pants after a few moments, his tone warning. I glance over at him to see a slight look of amusement written across his face. "-Because I promise you… If you don’t? She will kick yours.”