Jealous Sex: He Fucked Me Like He Owned Me

Flirting Turned Up The Dominance

Jealous sex hits different when it’s with someone who knows your body better than you do, especially when it’s been that hot wild jealous sex you used to have hasn’t happened in a while. I didn’t plan on flirting at the party it just sorta happened. A guy leaned in too close, said something that made me laugh, and I touched his arm without thinking. Of course, I didn’t think anything of it until I looked across the room and saw him watching. Not smiling, and he didn’t even blink. He just stood there like he was counting every second I let another man into my space.

We didn’t talk for the rest of the night. I didn’t even know he’d left until I walked outside and his car was gone. Sadly, I thought I’d blown it, that I’d pushed things too far or misread what we were. I wanted to be the sweetest girlfriend experience, and also enjoy jealous sex. But then there was a knock at my door just after midnight. He didn’t say much. He didn’t need to. The way he looked at me when I opened the door told me exactly how the night was going to go. I stepped aside, and he came in without saying a word. I locked the door behind him, and he stared at me for a minute to long before saying anything.

WTF Was Going On?

“You like teasing me?” he asked, voice low and calm, but his hands were already twitching. “You like letting other guys think they can touch you?” I should’ve said no, and should’ve explained that it was nothing. But the heat I felt between my thighs at the thought of jealous sex with him made it hard to lie. He didn’t wait. He pushed me against the wall, kissed me hard, grabbed my wrists like he needed to remind himself this was real. His hands were already pulling at my clothes, lifting my skirt, dragging my panties down just far enough to get to what he wanted.

Jealous Sex is The Best Sex

I was soaked, and I don’t even know when that started. Maybe it was the look he gave me at the party, or maybe it was the way he didn’t smile when I opened the door. Something about this made me feel like a bad girl. He knelt down and ate me with zero patience, holding my legs open while I squirmed against the wall, one of his hands gripping my thigh while the other kept me still. I came quick, panting, gripping his hair, half embarrassed at how turned up I was.

Then he stood, and unbuckled his belt, then turned me around, and fucked me right there against the wall like he had no intention of going slow. He was rough with my pussy, and I could feel it swelling. Fucking my crush felt so damn good. His hand in my hair hurt, hips slamming into mine until I was gasping. I came again screaming his name while his fingers locked around my throat. When he pulled out and came across my back, I felt him breathe out like he’d finally won something. That’s what jealous sex is. It’s all about possession. My body still ached the next morning and that was the way it told me exactly who I belonged to.

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