"Fuck!" Jess cried. She regretted telling him 'fast and hard.' Trying to be a smart ass. She hadn't meant this rough. Face down, on her knees, clutching a handful of sheet, her other hand braced against the headboard to keep her head from banging it again, she knew now it was a mistake. What was she thinking, challenging this guy with those reptile eyes? She hoped he was a fast cummer.
She met him a week ago. A skinny guy with gray eyes and curly hair as black as his leather jacket who came into the bar where she worked near the end of her shift and had one drink, Stoli up. He left six dollars and coins, pointed to it, saying, "That's for you, baby. Keep it. See you next time."
It had been a slow night so she was glad to get the tip, but something in the way he said it that made her curious. Curious about the gray eyes, too. 'Who has gray eyes?' she had asked herself, as she put the money into the tip jar she kept by the cash register.
Now she knew. The guy with his hand on her back, holding her down, and his big cock in her, slamming it into her cooch so hard her ass cheeks quivered when it bottomed out. That's who. She looked over her shoulder, trying to see if the eyes were open. They gazed back at her calm, narrow slits under the half-closed lids, cold gray and snaky.
He slowed his thrusting and she tried to relax. He was breathing hard. Maybe he was tired. She thought she might get off if he kept this pace. Slower would be better, she was dry from the way it started, not wet enough, and his cock speared into her before she was ready, fast as a cobra’s tongue. But this speed could work. She began grunting, the sound of her voice sinking into the bed, as the tingling inside suggested it could happen.
"You enjoying it Jessica? Was that hard enough for you?" he said, responding to her grunts.
"Uh-huh." She nodded, feeling the friction of the sheet on her hot cheek. It came out like a whimper. She hated the way he said her name. He made it sound like a dirty word. Twice she had told him, "Call me ‘Jess’ or ‘Jessie’.”
"I'm only catching my breath," he said. "We're just getting started."
She tensed, bracing herself against what she knew was coming. Big mistake, she knew now, but there was no more she could do other than try to make the best of it. She spit on her fingers and sent them down to urge her swollen clit to make her come before he started pounding her again.
It was her own fault. She wanted desperately to get laid. She hadn't had sex in months. One of those girls with 'a few extra pounds,' Jess was twenty-six and divorced. Weighed a hundred and twenty in her wedding gown, vowing to her now ex-husband to have and hold forever. The marital bliss that girls are taught to expect never happened. The vows lasted thirteen months before she walked away and didn't look back. She had begun gaining the weight two months into the marriage and kept adding pounds long after the divorce was final. Where were the chubby chasers when you needed them?
Snake Eyes had come in earlier tonight as her shift ended. She agreed to sit at the bar and have a drink. The room was crowded and noisy and he said, "Want to get out of here? Come to my place and mess around?"
If she hadn't been so damn horny she would have refused, waiting until she knew him.