He reached out a long hand and slapped it right on her breast. Jenny took hold of it in fury and ripped her nails into the flesh and pulled it off.
‘I am not your bloody toy,’ she said. ‘Keep your fucking hands to yourself, you wanka.’
‘Hmm.’ Eddie smiled, looked at his bleeding hand. He brought back the other and slapped her hard across the cheek. It connected with a wet crack and she staggered to the right.
His hand grabbed the front of her shirt making tight fists of it and he shoved his face into hers. One arm snaked around her slender little waist, smoothed over the small of her back and slid over the material of her skirt. It covered the geography of her cute ass like paint and he grabbed and pulled at her buttocks roughly. She struggled and reached back for the intruding hand and wanted to pull it off but again his grip on her shirt and his muscles were too much for her. He cupped a handful of her ass and squeezed it, kneading the flesh under his fingers. A little smile crossed Eddie’s face and he moved his face forward and darted out his tongue at a little dribble of Mark’s cum. He dabbed it away and licked his lips.
She could have driven a knee into his balls but he stood too close. One hand tighly grabbing the collar of her shirt from behind, the other was around her waist, pulling her wet pussy into his erect cock.
She wanted him so badly to stop. It moved over her buttocks like a creature with a will of its own, kneading her flesh and cupping it, weighing it. When he touched her ass she felt the cock under his jeans twitching and pushing into her harder. He ran a finger down the middle of her crack, pushing the thin material against her asshole, into it. He groaned.
‘Oh you like that, don’t you, you shithead,’ she said. Jenny slammed her fist against his chest. He laughed. She hit him again and he slapped her cheek, not as hard, mocking, still laughing.
‘Nice try, bitch.’
‘I am not a bitch.’
‘You are a walking fucking pussy. Don’t you see that? You are mine. You belong to me. You’re my property.’