Deviant by Jaimie Roberts Page A

long before the build-up came again. He felt good. Way too damn good. It was almost as if he was made for me, designed specifically for Tyler O’Shea.
    I felt angry. Angry that he could treat me this way. Most of all, I was angry at myself for letting him. Angry at myself for loving every single fucking second of it.
    “Oh no!” I knew it was coming, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop it.
    “If you fucking come, I’ll punish you, Tyler!” he growled.
    Saying that was all it took. I detonated on him, screaming and bucking underneath him. My orgasm just rained on and on, making every hair on my body stand on end. I had never experienced an orgasm like it.
    “Fuck!” he moaned, as he fisted my hair tighter and pulled me up to meet him. Still pounding inside me, he pulled my head to one side and sucked me hard on the side of my neck.
    It felt painful, but it somehow heightened my excitement even further as a second orgasm started rippling through me.
    “Fuck, Tyler!” he shouted, then let go of my neck and thrust one more time as he came.
    He soon collapsed on top of me, our breathing harsh and unforgiving. In a few moments, we fell silent. I started trying to comprehend what the fuck had just happened here. Did he really just degrade me, then gave me not one, but two fucking orgasms? I had heard of multiple orgasms, but I never thought I would ever experience it myself.
    “You disobeyed me, Tyler. You will be punished for that.”
    I tried turning over to give him a piece of my mind, but he had me lying on the bed in a vice-like grip. “You will go to sleep now like a good little girl.”
    I had enough of this shit. It was one thing telling me what to do while having sex. It was a completely different ballgame now. “Fuck you.”
    “I believed I just fucked you , Tyler. Not only that, but you had two of the best fucking orgasms anyone has ever given you. Am I right?”
    I fell silent, knowing he was fucking right, and I hated him for it.
    “That’s better. Not such a smart fucking mouth when you know I’m right. One day, I’ll fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.” He trailed his fingers along my lips, making my pussy come to life again.
    “You want me to fuck you again, don’t you, Tyler? You want my mouth on your pussy, my tongue on your clit. You want me to bury my cock inside of you until I make you scream. Don’t you?”
    “Yes,” I said, breathlessly.
    “Yes what, Tyler?”
    “Please.”
    “I may have done it if it wasn’t for the fact you disobeyed me. I will make you come again, though. I can promise you that much.”
    With a swift shift in movement, he was off me and quickly spooning me from behind. He laid gentle kisses along my back and stroked my arm until I could feel my eyes growing heavy again. I knew he was doing this on purpose so that I would fall asleep, but I just didn’t care. He felt way too good to fight it.
    Feeling completely sated and relaxed, I quickly drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
     
    *****
    The next morning, I woke aching in places I’ve never ached before. My pussy was sore, which I could handle, but it was everywhere else that felt strange. Stretching my arms, I rolled my head to one side and felt the pain on the side of my neck. Grimacing, I touched where it hurt, wondering why it felt so sore.
    It was then I remembered. Brad.
    Swiftly turning my head, I looked at the bed. Empty. That was strange. I would have thought he would at least have stayed the night with me. It kind of upset me that he could just turn up unannounced, fuck me better than I’ve ever been fucked before, then hightail it out of my room.
    When I thought about it, I wondered how he got in my room without a key. Shrugging, I tried not to dwell on that too much. Maybe he got a spare set, maybe he was just good at picking locks. He was a policeman and maybe he knew some of the tricks of the trade.
    Staggering into the bathroom, I turned the shower on and went back to the mirror to tie my