The Man Upstairs Read Online Jade West

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
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“Fuck,” he said, “you’re so fucking tight.”

He wasn’t wrong. It burned so bad it felt like he was trying to get his fist inside me. I pushed against him and that was the encouragement he needed.

“Fuck,” he said again, and I cried out, a beautiful cry and it really did feel like something had snapped inside me as his cock filled me.

There were no more words.

My body moved against him, taking his cock deeper and deeper until he cried out with a “Fuck, yes!” and pushed right in, all the way.

I twisted my head to the side, teeth gritted, whimpering as he ground his hips some more.

He’d done it. He was inside me. I wasn’t a virgin anymore.

Sex wasn’t like I expected. Julian didn’t pump back and forth like I’d seen on video. He circled his hips rather than moving in and out, and it was the strangest sensation – a burn of pain mixed with pressure, in a spot that I didn’t know existed, deep inside.

I was whimpering with both hurt and need at the same time.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, braced up on his arms.

I shook my head. “No way.”

“Good. It would kill me if I tried.”

The passion in his words spurred me on like a frenzied version of me that had never seen the light. I circled my hips in counter to his, letting the pressure build and build through the pain. I clenched my pussy as tight as I could, and he groaned. Loud.

I was so proud of myself as his breaths became hisses, and his cock started pumping back and forth. He was reaching the edge and I was deliriously happy, smiling as he planted his mouth on mine. I kissed him as he came inside me, my tongue still seeking his as he grunted and groaned and lost control. It was bliss. Pure absolute bliss, and I was alive. I was me. I was HIS.

I was the happiest girl on the planet as he peaked and exploded. And then he collapsed. His full weight on mine. We lay there, in the glow, with his cock still inside me.

I loved his heat. I loved him.

I whimpered as he finally pulled out and moved down the bed to take a look at me. My pussy was throbbing sore.

“Ow,” I said still wincing, then shuffled enough to see blood on his new white sheets. “Shit, sorry,” I said, but he looked at me with such adoration that it gave me a lurch in my stomach.

There was something else there in his eyes, too…

They were dark and raw as he moved his head between my legs.

“What are you–” I began, before insanity piled on top of insanity.

His tongue lapped my used, bleeding pussy in one long sweep.

“More,” he said. “Push down, sweetheart.”

I did what I was told, felt wetness between my thighs, slick, and I knew his cum must be spilling out along with my blood.

And there he was… the filthy man upstairs. I saw the him that must have taken the sordid photos of the girl in the wardrobe. He cleaned up my blood and his cum with his tongue, his stare on mine, and I was open mouthed, lost. Possessed by the dirty sight of him.

“I told you,” he said when he was done. “I’m not the man you think I am.”

But fuck that. I wanted it all along with him. I wanted the filth as much as he did.

With desperate hands I pulled him up, and I kissed him. I didn’t want to be an innocent little girl. I wanted to be dirty. Like him.

We were both gasping by the time he finally broke our messy kiss. He rolled onto his back and took hold of me, hugging me tight to his side.

“My God. This is madness.”

The tension eased to a stillness, with just our breaths sounding out as the reality of the situation really dawned.

Julian, the man upstairs, had taken my virginity… and then he’d cleaned up the mess. With his mouth.

I let my fingers stroke up and down his chest, still processing the fact that I had my saviour’s cum inside me. I was still revelling in the pain of the aftermath. My pussy was so sore that I knew I’d be wincing when I tried to walk.

I don’t know how long we were lying there, but there was peace amidst the craziness. I found I was smiling, laughing a little as he squeezed me tight.

Then I said the stupidest thing ever.

“Wow.”

He laughed along with me. A genuine laugh.

“Wow, indeed.” His eyes were warm on mine, that dirty lust gone. “I think it’s time for those coffees, don’t you? Let’s actually go through with them this time.”

He was so gentle as he helped me up from the bed. I was laughing as I flinched with every step, proud of how sore I felt after taking him. He left me standing just a moment as he took a fresh shirt from his wardrobe and buttoned me up in it. It was lovely, back in the zone of being taken care of.


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