Chapter 22 #2
My cock is painfully hard and leaking. I rub it through her ass cheeks in hopes of gaining some relief.
I’m annoyed with how my body reacts to hers.
I want to hate doing this with her, but I can’t.
It’s not just that she’s hot and I haven’t had sex in several weeks.
I think there’s something about the push and pull of our relationship that stirs something in me.
I’ve always had it easy with women. I thought I liked the easy, compliant type, but it turns out that this infuriating, mean bitch turns me on like no one else ever has.
There was a level of passion when we were together that I’ve never achieved with a woman before.
I assumed it was the after-effects of the boner shake, but my attraction is just as strong right now as it was then.
Maybe even stronger, considering how terrible the past few weeks have been between us and how much I’ve truly missed her.
I get into a rhythm, stroking her inner walls while working her clit and hardened peaks. Her hips gyrate to my movements while the sounds leaving her mouth are feral. I guess she really did need this.
Her tits feel slightly fuller than I remember. Heavier. Regardless, they’re undoubtedly the most perfect pair ever created. I’ve never been around a woman with more sex appeal. She oozes it in every movement she makes.
In what feels like mere seconds, she’s exploding all over my hand as wave after wave crashes over her trembling body. Hearing her scream my name has moved to the top of the charts as my favorite music.
When she’s done, she turns around so our eyes meet.
Water trickles over her long, dark eyelashes that frame her green eyes so perfectly.
They’re a slightly deeper shade of green right now, but I can see them very clearly oozing with the same torment I’m feeling.
She wants to hate this as much as I want to, but she can’t help but feel the passion and chemistry we so obviously share.
We breathe the same air for several long beats with our lips nearly touching but never meeting.
She whispers, “I want to hate you.”
I whisper back, “I want to hate you too.”
She takes several long breaths. Oh, how I’ve missed the scent and taste of her sweet breath. We kissed for hours that night in her apartment. It was probably the only tender thing we did. I love the way she kisses. It’s aggressive and passionate.
I can feel her swallow as she looks up at me with pleading eyes. “I need you to fuck me like you hate me, Daylen, because you’re going to hate me again soon.”
I tilt my head to the side in confusion. Why would she say that? Why would I hate her again? Is she assuming I’ll hate her again once our marriage is over? Is that what the ice queen treatment has been all about? Self-preservation?
I rub her lower lip with my thumb, and her whole body shivers. Goosebumps spread all over her tan, soft skin.
Needing to reassure her, I breathe, “I don’t think I could ever hate you again, Kennedy, no matter what.”
Pain crosses her face. What’s going through that enigmatic head of hers?
I have no read on her right now. She tells me she wants nothing to do with me, that having sex was a mistake, and now she’s naked in my shower begging me to fuck her like I hate her because I’m going to hate her when it’s over.
Is she going to blow me off again when we’re done?
I can’t handle that. Maybe we should talk before this happens. I need clarity on our situation.
She reaches for my cock, but I grab her wrist. “Don’t.”
She jerks back in surprise. “You don’t want me?” There’s no edge to her tone. She thinks I don’t want her.
“You know I do, but you’re messing with my head. You hurt me when you slammed the door in my face,” I admit. “I’d be crazy to let you do it to me again.”
Tears well in her eyes. “You are the last person on this earth that I want to hurt.” She cups my face so damn tenderly. “My feelings for you were beginning to run a little deeper than I’m accustomed to. It took me by surprise.”
“Then why did you end things before they truly got started?”
“We had an expiration date.”
“Had?” Her referring in the past tense is bizarre.
She throws her arms around my neck and presses our bodies close together.
Her nipples rub against my chest. I love having her soft body on my hard one.
“I have missed you so much, Daylen. The past few weeks have been horrible for me. Please, I need you. When we’re done, we’ll have an honest conversation.
I promise. I need to feel you inside me again. ”
I’m conflicted, but I’m powerless to her when her naked body is close to mine.
This time when her hand reaches for my cock, I don’t stop her. She begins to stroke me, and her touch feels so good I nearly weep like a baby.
I run my hands down her back. “Let’s get out before things get too heated. I don’t have a condom in here.”
She shakes her head. “We don’t need one. I want you here and now.”
I assume that’s because she’s on the pill and we haven’t had sex with other people since before Vegas.
It felt so good being inside her without one, even though it was for a short time. I ache to feel that again, so I let all rational thoughts leave my brain.
I move her hair out of her face and look into her eyes. “I can’t fuck you like I hate you because I don’t. Not one little bit.”
She peppers my chest with kisses and breathes, “I don’t hate you either, but fuck me like you do. Please. I need it rough. It makes me feel alive.”
She takes my hand and places it on her neck. I squeeze it a little but then release it and smack her pussy hard with that same hand. She gasps, but her eyelids flutter in response.
I aggressively walk into her until she’s forced back and pressed flush to the tile wall.
Looking down at her, I grit my teeth and growl, “You’re not in charge, I am.
I’ll choke you when I want to choke you.
I’ll slap you and bite you as I please. Hell, I’ll spank your naughty ass if I want to do that. Do you understand me?”
She nods enthusiastically as her face lights up. She loves when I’m bossy, and she equally loves being manhandled. She’s nuts in the best way possible.
I grab her by the throat and pin her to the wall much harder than I normally would. I’m careful to apply pressure to the sides, not the windpipe. I don’t actually want to constrict her airway.
I wonder how far I can push this. I lift her slightly off the ground by only the neck. Her tippy toes are still supporting some of her body weight, but not all.
Her reaction? Her nipples harden, and her cheeks flush. This chick is off the reservation crazy.
“You want more?”
She can’t nod because I’m supporting her weight by her neck, so she whispers, “Yes. More. Harder. Rougher.”
I lift her a drop more until her feet are off the ground. I’ve never once done this to a woman. Choking? Yes. Holding her entire body up by her neck? No.
Her only response is to start stroking my cock again, which couldn’t possibly be any harder. “Do you feel me, baby? Do you feel what you do to me?”
She moans.
I lick across the seam of her mouth before covering it with my own. She gives it right back to me in spades, with her tongue immediately invading my mouth like she’s dying for a taste. We brutalize each other’s lips with punishing kisses that will undoubtedly mark us both.
God, she’s so hot.
I pull her leg until both are wrapped around me.
Most of her weight sits on my waist now, but I still have a strong hold on her neck and squeeze it a bit harder, seeing just how far she’ll let me go.
She moans into my mouth as the pressure increases.
The woman loves to be choked, there’s no doubt about that.
Not just a light image of choking. Squeezing hard until I think she could pass out type of choking.
I kiss her hard and long, as my other fingers flick and torment her nipples until I’m sure they’re tender and aching.
I can see them getting red and raw, yet she doesn’t even flinch.
In fact, she claws at me like I’m bringing her the greatest pleasure she’s ever known.
Even with the rain shower pounding down on us, I can feel her juices gushing all over me.
When I slap her breasts a few times, she thrusts that wet pussy over my cock and scratches her long nails down my chest in response.
Damn, I think I get off on the pain too, because she broke skin, and my cock is leaking in excitement.
I have no idea if this is hate or lust or something in between, but holy hell, it’s hot, and I just want inside her body. The way she’s gyrating her hips tells me she’s ready.
Without bothering to prepare her, knowing she’s soaked, I move my hips and slam straight into her in one powerful thrust. Her mouth breaks from mine as she tilts her head back and screams out at the unexpected intrusion.
I take the opportunity to suck and bite her collarbone and breasts, as I finally remove my hand from her throat. Noticing the dark red ring around her neck spurs me on to move in and out of her at a barbaric, merciless pace.
She leans her head forward and sinks her teeth into my shoulder. “Ahh,” I scream as she undoubtedly breaks my flesh. More liquid lust fills her pussy as I glide in and out of her like I’m trying to kill her with my dick.
I can feel her pussy wrap around me like it’s trying to suffocate me before she screams her way into an orgasm that has her whole body convulsing in my arms. It’s honestly a thing of beauty.
I take a moment to admire how sexy she looks when orgasming.
Lust practically spills from her pores. I’ve never seen anything more perfect in my life.
Her head eventually falls on my shoulder as her body heaves from exhaustion.
“How do you feel?” I ask.
She pants, “Like my organs have been rearranged. I think I need to ice my vagina.”
I bite back my smile. “Lock that shit down and suck it up, buttercup. We’re not done.”
Her head immediately pops up. “You didn’t come?”
“Not yet. You wanted it hard. It’s about to get harder. Feel free to say mercy,” I challenge in a more playful tone.
Her lips curl in amusement. “Bring it, big boy. I can take it.”
I turn off the water because it’s getting cold and annoying. Walking us out of the shower and not caring about the water on the floor, I set her down and then violently spin her and bend her over my vanity.
I grip a healthy fistful of her hair and snap her head back until our eyes meet in the mirror. When they do, I mouth, “Say mercy.”
She mouths back, “Never.”
At that, I thrust right back into her as she yells out and squeezes her eyes shut. Quickly grabbing her throat with my other hand, I grit out, “Open your eyes when I’m fucking you, sugar tits.”
They pop open right away and again meet mine in the mirror. I’m being so damn harsh and demanding with her, but she’s not scared at all. She’s loving this. I’ve never been this rough with a woman, but this woman is lapping up every second of it. The crazy thing is that I am too.
I’ve now got one hand pulling her hair and the other squeezing her throat, while I savagely move in and out of her body.
I don’t know that I’d want this every time I have sex, but she’s awakening something in me I didn’t know I needed.
She’s significantly taller and stronger than anyone I’ve ever been with.
I love that she can take everything I’m giving and still want more.
I’m so big and always afraid of hurting women, but with her, I can unleash my beast without any worries.
There’s nothing gentle about what we’re doing. It’s brutal, hard fucking at its finest.
Her hips slam onto the vanity over and over again. It will undoubtedly leave bruises and other marks on her body, but she never breaks the pace. She never asks for the mercy I imagine most would.
She reaches her hand under her body and grabs my balls so fucking hard. I think I black out for a second. The unexpected pleasure is indescribable. It takes everything I have not to let go right on the spot and spill my seed inside her.
I get it together enough to give her what she needs again. Looking down at her apple of an ass, I have a sudden need to own it. I release her throat before smacking her ass as hard as I can. It immediately reddens. I look in the mirror for some reaction from her, but I see a damn smile on her face.
With our eyes still meeting, I take two of my fingers and stick them in my mouth before shoving them right up her ass without any preparation. Her eyes roll back in her head.
It doesn’t take long for her to reach another release. This time I go over the edge with her as I come inside a woman for the first time in my life.