Chapter 341: 341/Do I Still Loathe You?
Chapter 341:
Jake’s POV
Julie looked at me with faded, submissive, and highly sleepy eyes under the effect of the overflowing, intoxicating alcohol in her veins. A strange look of surrender that I had never accustomed from her gleamed in her pupils, and she spoke in a faint, panting voice that barely appeared:
"Okay..."
I rose from over the bed in a single, flexible, and swift movement, standing at the full height of my skeletal, massive muscularity completely naked beside the bedding, while she remained lying in her place with lost, scattered features and eyes lost in the void. I extended my massive, warm palms and gripped her naked, smooth shoulders to raise her and assist her to sit due to the severe staggering of her body and the shaking of her balance under the impact of the drunkenness.
Then, she remained sitting on the hard edge of the bed without performing any action, her heavy eyes revolving in the void.
I ground my teeth with a sharp spasm and a desire devouring my entrails, and brought my massive body close to her with urgency, saying in a low, raspy hiss:
"Julie... come on, do not waste time."
I gripped her hot neck from behind with a firm, dominant, and direct movement, inserting my fingers with power between the strands of her smooth, scattered, and chaotic hair. I brought her head slowly and downward toward my erected, massive dick, congested with the blood of my untamed desire, and said in a commanding tone:
"Open your mouth right now."
She opened her mouth with total compliance and an awareness entirely absent and steered, so I inserted the head of my solid dick completely inside it. In that precise second, a violent, blazing, and enjoyable chill traveled through my entire spine when I felt the astonishing heat of her mouth and her hot saliva encircling my ignited, congested skin.
Her feminine mouth was very small and tight to an extent that her lips were helpless to contain the massiveness and length of my dick smoothly, but I pushed it with stronger power and with deliberation inside her, ignoring the resistance of her small jaw and the tightness of her inside.
Damn this dominant feeling... how does she suck it in this cursed, exciting way, for the sake of hell?!
The lines of my stern face bent under the impact of the suffocating ecstasy and the fatal pleasure, and my eyes were lost in the ceiling. I said with a masculine mockery blended with the sharp panting tearing my chest:
"Who would have thought that the annoying, stubborn Julie... knows how to suck a dick with this high professionalism and sensuality, for the sake of hell?! You truly surprise me."
I released a deep, muffled masculine moan from the depths of my mouth, proceeding to pant with an ascending violence and successive paces of breaths. Damn this small, weak entity how skillful and delicious she is in what she is performing to my manhood right now! I pushed my pelvis with greater power and violence for my dick to enter in a deeper fashion inside her until it harshly brushed the back of her throat and pressed upon it with fullness, causing her neck muscles to convulse with violence and choke by my blocking of her breaths.
With a swift reflex and out of fear that she might vomit, I pulled my dick from her mouth in haste, saying with burning, rapid breaths emerging all at once:
"Are you well? Damn it... you are on the verge of choking."
She looked at me with exhausted, reddened, and semi-closed eyes of overflowing fatigue, and her lips moved with extreme difficulty, saying in a dry, raspy tone affected by the alcohol:
"I... I am highly thirsty..."
I captured a panting, hot breath that filled my chest with air, and nodded my head, saying in a tight tone, tense by the effect of the interrupted arousal:
"Fine... I will fetch you water with speed... do not move."
I exited from her room and headed toward the kitchen with my entire naked body; the blood was still flowing with madness and ferocity in my veins, and my dick remained erected, solid, and violent due to her lethal arousal and her hot mouth. I snatched the bottle of cold water from the refrigerator and poured a glass with hysterical movements.
Curse this thirst! I truly could not tolerate wasting a single passing second away from her room and her body, and the sole thing that was revolving, storming, and controlling my mind, numbed by her, was to return to Julie instantly to fuck her with greater power, brutality, and ferocity, and bury my dick inside her tight, igniting pussy again to squirt inside it.
I carried the glass cup with tight, convulsed fingers, and entered the room with impulsive, swift paces, saying in a raised, dry voice:
"Julie... wake up... I have fetched you the water as you wanted."
But the moment I advanced toward the bed and my feet landed beside it, my paces froze entirely under the impact of rampant displeasure; I found her having lain down completely in chaos and slept over the bedding with total helplessness and a relaxed body. I approached her with heavy, frustrated paces, placed the water cup aside on the table, then shook her smooth, naked shoulder with the tips of my fingers in haste and urgency:
"Julie... rise instantly... take the water and drink."
But she did not move an inch or exhibit any reflex; rather, she was drowning in sleep with a depth as if she had entered into a complete coma by the effect of the quantity of alcohol she had swallowed with recklessness. My chest constricted with violent tightness, and I felt a rampant displeasure and resentment invade all my senses; I was already imagining on my way from the kitchen how I would insert my dick inside her entrails once more and enjoy that violent fucking.
I bent over her naked body with leisure, passing the tips of my fingers in a smooth, automatic movement over the skin of her glowing face to remove the strands of her chaotic brown hair away from her eyes. I looked at her still features in a long abstraction, whispering in a low, exhausted, and defeated voice:
"You cursed, annoying, complicated woman... what have you done to my mind and to me tonight, for the sake of hell? How did you overturn my being?"
My mind returned me in those still moments to the past with bitterness and resentment; I remembered with clarity how I used to loathe her and loathe her existence with all my limbs, and how I had previously attempted to make her cursed father sell her for the benefit of that club which leases girls for the pleasure and cursed lust of VIPs... God alone knows how much I hate her actions and her entire existence.
Even on the morning of this precise day, I was still carrying for her that same aversion, intense hatred, and disgust... but how, by the Lord of heaven, did it end with me fucking her with this brutality, lust, and blatant madness tonight?! Did this occur due to my tremendous longing and deprivation from touching women after spending four whole years in the hell of prison and its darkness, or is there something mysterious, enchanting, and special in her cursed body that made me lose my sanity completely and abandon my coolness and convictions?!
I sighed with excessive fatigue and weight, and I couldn’t force myself to vacate the room and leave her. I lay down with my massive, massive body beside her small body on the bed, extending my hand to pull the heavy winter blanket over our bodies with tightness for us to warm together from the coldness of the night. I knew with certainty and assurance that what I am performing right now is a real, stupid suicide and a gamble with my life and my relations, because if her brother Steve returns suddenly from the outside and enters the room without permission and finds us in this naked, intimate posture, he will be startled by the shock that might end everything between us, and the curse... but my rampant, animal desire to embrace her naked, warm body and adhere to her was much larger than any fear, consequences, or mind in that precise second.
I encircled her slender waist with my massive, powerful arm, attracting her with tightness and possession to settle between my embrace and my chest with a power preventing her from escape even while she is asleep. I whispered near her head with panting breaths and a faint tone filled with perplexity:
"I truly no longer know, Julie... whether I still hate you and loathe you or not, you annoying, complicated woman."
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[Shawnnie Where are you? Have you replaced me? Tell me! I’ve been writing so many Chapters because of you, and now you’ve abandoned me? Do you want me to start crying?
Rockst3ady I haven’t seen any comments from you either. Is this the end of Julie’s story, or what?
Jennifer, I saw your comment. Well, one comment wasn’t enough for me, but yes, I can see you, lol.
But Shawnnie and rockst3ady I am crying now because of you; you made me miss you. :(
So, are you ready to discover a new secret in this story, or do you hate it? ]
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