Sidney had always been rather messed up, seeking out pain and feeling undeserving of real love given how her parents treated her before they pasted, she was always the odd one, the mistake but with Jaime she forgot all about that. With him she was his one and only. Yes, they had problems but every time like clockwork they’d end up forgiving each other in some sort of intense, lengthy sex marathon. She knew even with everything he’d never truly hurt her, and she’d never truly hurt him.
At his request Sidney wasted no time letting out a loud moan of pleasure, knowing the hand that now held her neck would feel the vibration of it. “Fuck, I love you.” She breathed as her hand moving to squeeze at his arm slightly. Deep down Sidney knew how fucked up this was, begging to be choked by hands that just killed for her, but in the moment it was turning her on beyond belief, knowing if he wanted he could kill her right there but knowing he would never, it was some sort of power rush that coursed through her.
“Y-yes, but I’m your b-bad girl.” The raven haired girl whimpered, her free hand reaching to tangle in his hair, her eyes locking on him the sight of him in the flicker light of the fire only making her enjoy herself more. When he pulled out the girl pouted, “It’s yours, Jaime. Only yours. Please keep fucking me, I want to cum for you. I want you to fill me, so fucking badly.” It was clear in her voice, she didn’t just want him, she needed him.
If you asked Jaime why he thought Sidney had such a strong psychological hold on him, he probably say, “Aside from loving her with everything I have? I don’t know.”, but if you look deeper into his history you’d see that he had always been a needy, or clingy child. His mother wasn’t though, and she still isn’t. Anne was still present in her son’t life and she did love him, very much, but she just didn’t know how to say the words or show so much affection. She was cold with her emotions, and his father had left a long time ago when it became more than sex to him. When she got pregnant, when they had him and he wanted to marry her and be the picture-perfect father, and maybe Ben could’ve been that if Anne would only have let him. Her closed heart refusing his proposal, so, embarrassed and broken-hearted, Ben left, and he sent money every month to help out, but it could never measure up to having a present father. When Jaime was eighteen Ben tried to contact him, but like his mother, Jaime could tend to be cold-hearted too, because he practically spit on his invitation and never got back to the guy. He was full of resentment and his mother never told him what had happened, she never talked about anything personal really, so he assumed Ben had just left. He left him with a mother that didn’t love him, or so it felt like because surely didn’t show any kind of emotion. Even now Jaime felt like his mother didn’t love him as much as he loved her, or . at all for that matter, and upon knowing that, maybe some would piece together some things about Jaime’s obsession with Sidney and why he’d always go back to her, no matter what. She gave him the affection he craved, he needed. The closeness, the love he never felt like he deserved. Yeah they’d fight, yeah they’re relationship was far from perfect; it was downright shattered glass at times, but he loved her, truly and the things she gave him, the things he craved? That just sealed the deal.
Sidney looked so pretty with his bloodstained hands around her neck. To be fair, she always looked mind-numbingly gorgeous to him, but there was something so hot about seeing her under his dominance... at his absolute submission. It was erotic, especially when you add in all the current elements of their situation. It was downright taboo. His hips never stopped thrusting, even as his mind entered dangerous territory of choking her just a little too hard or too long, not that he would, but he just thought of all the times she’d use other guys to spite him and it spiked a small reaction as in that very moment he tightened his grip on her delicate neck, not too much, but definitely enough to notice a shift. And when he felt like it was becoming too much to think about he blocked the thoughts entirely, continuing to mindlessly fuck her like she wanted, he wanted... they both wanted.
Their chemistry was so intense it was primal, JD rubbed Sidney’s clit as he felt himself coming closer to actually cumming, but he wanted her to cum first. Sid always came first, or at the same time, but never last. Jaime made his girlfriend’s pleasure his number one priority. Though, he would admit that at fist it was to spite her for trying to make him jealous in the early days of their relationship. Then it just became a thing; watching her get off got him off every single time, and he pushed himself to make sure she was enjoying herself with him. Almost as if he was solidifying his place with her, a place that no other man, woman, or person could ever take from him. “That’s right, Sidney... you’re my bad girl.” He smirked, one hand still focusing on rubbing her clit as he let out small moans, groans, and whimpers thrusting into her tight, wet, mouth-watering pussy. while his other hand casually made its way down to her left breast, palming it, pinching at her gorgeous little nipples “Fuck baby, are you going to cum for me? I need you to cum for me...” Her voice resounded in his head along with her dirty little mouth. “Baby, I'm going to fill you up to the fucking brim.”
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