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JAMES GETS ANGRY by Janey

Livvy glanced at the clock and then took a peek outside again. Where the hell was he? He should have been here quite a while ago. Perhaps he had decided it was a stupid thing for him to do and so had changed his mind; no, somehow she knew that he would have called her up if that had been the case.
Then her phone rang; it was James.
“Erm Livvy,” he stuttered. “I erm, I forgot. I’m sorry. I just bumped in to Nick at the shops and he asked me why I was still here, well, erm I’m kinda sorry, you know, kinda thing.”
“James?”
“Erm yes baby?”
“I don’t want your excuses. You know how much it meant to me to have you coming to this party with me and letting people see that we’re a couple.”
“I know baby and I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
“No you won’t. This is one let down too many James. Goodbye, and have a happy life.” Livvy placed the phone back down remarkably calmly.
It rang almost straight away: it was James: “Livvy, come on baby. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t ring me, don’t write me, don’t come to see me and don’t email me,” she said simply. “It’s over James. Go back to being on your own or picking up sluts. Bye.”

She had a cry, called Mandy and told her that she was unable to attend the party because she was ill, showered and then put on a 3-c.d. compilation of 80’s tracks on the c.d. interchanger, and sat down at the computer to chat to some friends on a messenger site. They chatted about the football and various other bits and pieces and it really helped cheer her up.

KNOCK - KNOCK

Still laughing from something that had been said on the messenger site, she went and answered the door, grinning madly.
“I see you didn’t bother going to the party now you don’t have me to show off,” barked James as he stormed by her, slamming the door behind him.
“What part of ‘don’t come see me’ did you not understand, you Neanderthal?”
“You don’t seem particularly upset, I must say.”
Livvie couldn’t ever remember seeing him so mad. His deep brown puppy dog eyes were now black pools of venom and he was overflowing with rampaging male hormones. ‘Damn, but he’s turning me on’ Livvie thought to herself. He stomped around her living room, huffing and puffing with every step he took. Then he spied the computer screen and strode over to see what was being said.

She had been chatting with 3 other people, women he guessed by the tone of conversation, and by their icons. Three of them were of him; the one at the bottom of the screen was of Richey. He glared at her, and then began scrolling through the conversation.
“James, I want you to go,” said Livvie acidly. “It’s over, so just go and live your life with some other bint who won’t mind being let down all of the time.”
“It’s over when I say it is,” James barked in response. “No one dumps me over the phone, missy.”
“I think you’ll find,” she offered firmly, “I just did.”

With a swiftness that took her breath away, James got up out of the chair, grabbed her arms and pushed her up against a wall. The twisted smile on his lips was exciting and unsettling, and Livvie felt confused. His acting like this should repulse her and not turn her on, but there was a burning in her groin as the beginnings of his erection pressed against her.

His eyes pierced her: it should have been intimidating but Livvie found it slightly comical and tittered out loud. “Don’t annoy me any more than you already have, young lady.”
“I annoyed you?” she almost choked. “You stand me up, AGAIN, and I’ve annoyed you! That’s fucking rich.”
“Don’t argue with me, Livvie.”
“Will you just fuck off and get out of my life?”
“And why would I want to do that when you’re all wet and horny huh?” he brushed a hand over the dampness forming between the legs of her satin pyjama bottoms, his body pressing her to the wall so that she still couldn’t move. His eyes were wide with lust and anticipation as his hand continued to stroke her expertly.
“I-erm-I-want-you-to-go,” Livvie panted, writhing beneath his accomplished fingers.
“Oh no you don’t,” he insisted, smirking wickedly at her. He let out a feral sounding growl, dipped his head and flicked at the cherry coloured material with his tongue; delighting in the increasing hardness and size of the nipple hiding beneath.
“James, please,” she almost begged. “GO!”
“And leave you all twitchy and unsatisfied?” he groaned. “I don’t think so.”

Livvie’s body was betraying her. She was fuming with him over the way he had let her down again; and she was fuming with herself for allowing him the power to make her feel so weak and needy. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her head and bit as hard she dared onto his shoulder, making him yelp with shock and pain.
His body twisted and contorted, giving Livvie the opportunity to push him away. “I warned you,” she spat.
“So you wanna play rough do you baby?” he drawled, menacingly. “Well, rough it will be then.”
“Don’t you ‘baby’ me, you bastard,” she shouted as he strode purposely toward her. “Just leave me alone and let me get on with my life.”

“Now those two things just don’t go together do they?” Once more he captured her, but this time he guided her onto the sofa, and pinned her down beneath him, so that she could hardly move. He grinned at her wantonly and lowered his head to take her mouth in a kiss, but she kept tossing her head from side to side. “You wanna make me work for it? Fine, I enjoy a challenge.”
“You bas…” she started, but was unable to finish because James pressed his mouth to hers and forced his tongue inside, still pinning her down firmly, so she could only shift about a little bit.
James kissed her firmly, roughly and passionately: her whimpering driving him on. He had never been rough with her before, usually he was a gentle, careful and considerate lover, but his passion and emotion had the better of him, and he was getting a kick out of it. His heart was racing; his breathing was loud, heavy and laboured; and his dick was so hard, it hurt.

Livvie tried to keep still and not respond as James’ forceful and determined tongue entered her mouth, and danced around. Gradually though, she began to react to him, and her tongue moved against his, almost as though she was urging him to slow down and take his time. James did neither. He continued his onslaught of her mouth and ground his hips into hers.
She moaned as he took his mouth away, and James smiled to himself.
“I fucking love you, you know that don’t you.” It wasn’t a question. With a wanton stare, he ripped open her pyjama top, exposing her breasts and pert, straining nipples, licked his lips, and then took one in his mouth: grinding his teeth against it. His hands roughly playing with her soft pliable breasts, making them sting and redden: the marks from his fingers clearly visible.
Livvie’s lips were swollen and tingled from the hard, determined assault on her mouth; her breasts were on fire from his ferocious nibbling and squeezing, but she felt no pain.

James stood up abruptly. “Stand up and get those pyjama bottoms off. Now.” His voice was determined, strong and forceful.
Livvie stared at him, mesmerized by his control and domination.
“Don’t keep me waiting Livvie,” he said thickly, his eyes twinkling with lust, his fingers undoing his belt and the zipper of his trousers. “I don’t like being made to wait.”
“Well you’re going to have to wait a very long time,” she stated.
“I don’t think so,” he murmured as he discarded his trousers and boxers, and slipped off his shoes and socks. “I want you, and I’m going to have you, because it’s what you want too. I can see it in your eyes.”
Livvie said nothing and stayed sat down, until James grabbed her by the hips, and then quickly and expertly, removed the offending pyjama bottoms.
“Why you little…” she yelled, trying to cover herself up.
“A little late to protect your modesty, don’t you think love?” he said with a sarcastic smile. “I’ve seen it so many times I’d know you if I was blindfolded.”
Livvie blushed. He was probably right. James particularly loved giving oral sex, and he was very good at it. No matter how tired he was, it was something he could always find time for, and it was his favourite way of waking her up.

Like a rabbit mesmerized by the headlights of an oncoming car, Livvie was powerless to move as James pulled her up, and forced her to bend over the arms of the sofa, and then thrust his hard cock straight into her. She flinched and groaned at the sudden onslaught, and the jagged stabs he was giving her with his huge cock. He didn’t hurt her, but the speed and force of his entry had taken her breath away – and she loved it.

“You are such a horny bitch,” James moaned as he continued his determined thrusts in to her. “No foreplay, but still you’re wet and willing aren’t you? The times I’ve wanted to be a bit rough with you but I was scared you would hate it. I got that so wrong didn’t I?” He tugged at her hair, pulled her head back and nibbled forcefully on an earlobe.
Livvie moaned when she felt his teeth pinch her and rubbed her backside into him. She wanted him: she needed him. He was going to cum in her soon; she could feel it, and hear it too.
“Fuck James,” she shouted.
“Scream my name again,” he ordered.
“JAMES!” Livvie yelled his name again and again, excited by the power he was excerpting over her.
“I’m gonna cum so hard, and it’s all because of you,” he moaned.
Livvie yelped as James stabbed her deeper and sharper, and then shouted her name as he came. He pulled out of her straight away and sagged onto the sofa, his breathing heavy and his chest rising and falling swiftly.

“You didn’t cum,” said James, smirking when Livvie shook her head. “So, do it. Go on.”
His masterful voice overwhelmed her, and Livvie smiled and did as he ordered.
“I should get you to do this more often,” moaned James. “It’s fucking wonderful watching you stroke yourself like that.”
“I like you staring at me, like that,” she panted.
“I didn’t tell you that you could talk, did I?”
“No.”
“So don’t,” he said as he tapped her on her legs. “Be quiet or you’ll get more of that.”
“James I…”
“I told you NOT-TO-TALK.” Once more he tapped her legs, but harder this time, and Livvie moaned as she thrust her head back, his slaps exciting her.
“Again.”
“You like it like this?” James grinned as he slapped her harder, leaving his hand marks behind on her thighs.
“Yes.”
“Keep stroking yourself.”

Livvie doubted that she could stop even if he had asked her to because her orgasm was so close. ‘Soft and tender’ James excited her but this was different and wonderful. She loved being subservient and the fact that, for once, he was being selfish. James had always put her pleasure before his own, and to have him dictate what she could do, and be so ‘alpha male’ was heady and mind-blowing.
With eyes gazing on each other, Livvie came. She didn’t shout or groan loudly, but merely twitched and sighed, locked eyes with James and smiled.

“Livvie,” said James after sometime. “Watching you has got my dick all hard again. I want you to suck me. In fact, that’s what you will do. Mouth- NOW.”
She gazed at him in enthralled disbelief, knelt down, and took his hard cock in her mouth. “You taste good James.”
“Just me make cum, babe. Don’t talk with your mouth full; it’s rude.” Though James tried to keep the stern expression on his features, he couldn’t resist winking briefly at her.
Somehow Livvie managed to stop herself from having a fit of the giggles. ‘How dare he get so pernickety about table manners?’ she asked herself, but continued to take his large cock in her mouth all the same, enjoying the look of rapture on James’ face.
Firmly, James held her head in his hands and guided her to the speed and depth that he wanted. “Just how I like it,” he moaned, never stopping watching her. His eyes misty and muddied with lust and primal desire. He loved her so much; he had to make her see that. Without her, he was nothing.
Gripping her hair tightly he forced her mouth right down on his dick, so that she could swallow all of his semen when his impending orgasm hit. “Harder Livvie,” he urged. “Don’t stop.”
Livvie flashed a glance at James, readying herself; seconds later James’ warmth spread into her mouth and
she watched as the pleasure washed over James, and his body slowly relaxed. She stayed crouched on the floor waiting her instructions from James.

“Get up here and straddle my thighs,” insisted James, and without hesitation Livvie did so, wondering what he was going to ask her to do. “I love you Livvie,” he moaned, running his hands over her naked back. “I know that I was a prat, but I don’t think I deserved for you to finish with me, especially not over the phone like that.”
“You got me so mad.”
“Did I say you could talk?” Livvie shook her head as James slapped the outside of her thighs. “Bad girl. I can’t get enough of you, you know?”
“I think you may have to punish me a little more,” Livvie smirked, nibbling at James’ left earlobe. “I can’t help being bad around you. You need to teach me how to behave.”
“Down on the floor; on your back.” James moved his arms forward to push her back, and Livvie stood in front of him, smiling, and then got down on the floor and waited. He positioned his body over hers, his fingers tracing invisible lines over her skin. “I’m going to make love to you Livvie, It’s going to be slow, tender, and I won’t stop until you tell me too.”
“Umm, I hope you have plenty of stamina then James,” smiled Livvie sensually, “because I intend to keep you busy all night.”
“I like the sound of that,” he said, and then kissed her warmly on her pouting lips. “Happy to oblige,” and slowly and lovingly, he slid his hard dick into her.

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