stomped through the house and opened the fridge apparently just to glare at the contents before slamming the door shut. A few minutes later her cell rang; she looked at the screen and it was James. She seriously considered not answering it, but finally picked up and said "What's up?"
"Hey, my car's making that noise again. I'm going to give it a few minutes and try again, but it’ s cold; can I wait inside?"
"I guess," she said, very aware of how rude she sounded, but not caring. Fuck him and his stupid car. He probably thought it was hysterical how worked up she'd gotten over him. "The door's unlocked," she added and hung up the phone. Then she stomped over to the mirror in her hallway and tried to figure out why he wasn't interested in having sex with her.
He walked in as she was peering at her ass in the mirror. She saw him half-heartedly trying to cover up his grin, and she just snapped, "What!? What is so funny, James?"
"You are. Standing there...are you trying to decide if you ass looks merely great or spectacular in those pants? Cause I gotta vote spectacular."
"Very funny; you're a riot tonight. Although I'm surprised you noticed; you've been ignoring me all week," she said. As she tried to walk by him, he blocking her path. Then he grabbed her arm.
"You're killing me, Jenny. Dressing like a tramp; trying to get me to notice you. Did it ever occur to you what might happen once you actually had my attention? You have it now. I think I'm going to spend quite a bit of time focused on you, in fact." She found herself pushed back into the wall, and then he swept her legs out from under her. She toppled over with him on top of her. He yanked her arms over her head and then pinned them using just one of his hands. She tried to squirm away, but he had her legs locked with his and she couldn't get any traction.
With his spare hand he jerked her shirt out of her pants and pulled it up past her bra. He then jerked her bra up to and then roughly grabbed her boobs. "I've known you all this time and you've never let me see your tits before. These are nice; you really should have shown them off earlier. How come you didn't?"
Before she could attempt an answer he twisted her nipple roughly. "Ow! That hurts; James, stop!"
"You stop," he whispered, "stop protesting, dirty slut. You know this is what you were after. You have a safeword; you're not using it, and you're not going to. You love this; now be a good girl and take what I give you," and then his hand was down her pants. He was rubbing at her in a way she hadn't been touched before. Instead of trying to get her aroused like guys normally did, he seemed to be more about exploring his new toy. He ignored her clit but squeezed her lips together. Just when she was thinking it couldn't get worse he whispered, "You are so wet for me. You must want this," and then he pressed his dick against her leg.
Even through his jeans she could tell he was huge. As if he read her thoughts, he said, "And I'm going to ram every inch of it inside you, but first..." and with that he pulled her up roughly so she was sitting in the hall with her hands still held over her head, "...I want you to make sure I'm as hard as I can be." Then, unzipping his pants, he pulled out his cock and forced it into her mouth.
Normally, Jenny loved giving head. She considered herself a pretty talented dick-sucker and knew how to deep throat and all those tricks, but James wasn't letting her do anything! He just grabbed the back of her head with one hand and kept slamming his cock into her mouth. She couldn't slow him down since her hands were otherwise occupied, and she kept gagging on his dick when he'd push it back and hold it for a moment. Considering how he seemed to hold it until she gagged, she assumed he liked that. She, however, did not like it. This definitely wasn't a