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*NEEDS INTRO*

What happened next, you had no idea of how it actually happened; One minute you were glaring at me, contemplating to puncture my chest, with a sharp thrust, and the next, I had you pushed up against our kitchen island, mouth locked on yours.

You took a sharp intake of a breath and tried to push me off again, groaning when I gripped your hair, fisting it. The knife you had in your hand I kept in check by holding your wrist, making it impossible for you to stab me. If that was even what you wanted. You couldn’t figure it out at this point.

Your other hand had locked itself around the nape of my neck and was pulling me closer, and now that you realized it, you were kissing me back angrily meeting every dominating thrust of my tongue made in your mouth.

But then the knife was suddenly in my hand and I then drew back and brought it to your chest. For a moment, you actually thought I was going to pierce it through your heart, but then I sliced down swiftly, tearing your shirt open; Your strapless top fell to the counter.

Mouth open, you instantly remembered why you were angry. This was how I had done it last time, I controlled you. I used that mouth of mine, got you half-naked and then… oh, but not this time.

“You fucking asshole,” you screamed as you shoved me away and made a run for the bedroom where you knew there was a gun under the nightstand. Yeah, you knew, you were heading for the bedroom, bad idea, but not your fault that that’s where the gun was.

You ran, your sneakers thumping against the wooden floor as you tried out-running me. Never any luck there. I slammed you up against the wall within five seconds, your shoulder blades hitting the hard surface with a wham. Cussing out at me, you grabbed me by the shirt, intending to push me away, but somewhere along it all decided to rip it apart instead. You tore it open and exposed the chiselled torso and fine wisps of black trimmed hair that dusted across my chest. God, what a sight.

Our eyes met briefly, dark and determined. Then our lips clashed. Your nails scraped down my torso and clawed marks down, down, down my chest, until you found that steep V, the one just above my belt…

I pressed my hips to your body and made you feel what this chase of ours was doing to me. My hands found your rear and rubbed you against myself until you let out an involuntary moan. At that, you felt my lips twitch upwards in a cocky smirk as we kissed.

“Ass,” you breathed at me, digging your nails into my pecs.

“Don’t mind if I do,” I replied, squeezing your rear. You gasped when I dug my nails into your flesh, the sensation sparking fires within your body, and most importantly, your panties.

You thought to yourself you had to get that gun now – and not the one in my pants.

Mentally slapping yourself, you smacked me on my chest before landing a blow to my abdominal. I hunched over, and it gave you time to rip away from me.

You continued to run for the bedroom, making it just over the threshold before you felt something grab your foot, making you trip. Down flat, you fell on the floor, something heavy landing on top of you. You managed to brace your landing with your hands while I landed on top of your arse, whirling an arm around your waist.

“Let go!” you yelled, trying to kick me off while crawling your way to the bed, which was just meters away now.

You managed to kick me in the face which made me swear loudly and fiercely. The last you felt was me holding on to your sneaker, which I then pulled off as you made your escape. You bolted for the bed, going for the nightstand, grabbed the gun and – Thwack!

“Ugh!” You grunted as I tackled you up against the wall. You were forced to let go of the gun as I slammed it against the hard surface, resulting in hitting the floor with a hard thud. “Fuck!”

“Finally,” I replied, crashing my lips against yours again, gripping your hips. Pinning you against the wall again, I lifted you up and made you curl your legs around me. “Aren’t you tired of fighting yet?”

Your willpower was fading with each unrelenting thrust of my tongue and each brutal kiss I attacked you with. You loved it rough, and I… I knew exactly how rough you liked it.

But you couldn’t. God, you just couldn’t.

“No!” You protested, ripping your lips away. “I’m not yours to fucking conquer.”

“That so?” I quirked a brow. “Then why are you soaking for me?”

You murmured “Fucking. Traitorous. Pussy.”

I whirled you into bed, making you screech out curses as I pinned you down and pushed my erection directly against your core. Moaning at the sensation, you arched your back and felt just how big I was. God, the sensation of that inside you would be… “No! No, no, no, goddamn it!”

You tightened your legs around me and then wrung us around, rolling over so you were on top. Pushing me down, then pushing down on my shoulders, you glared down at me.

“What’s it going to be?” I voiced, my chest rising and falling rapidly. A slight sheen of swear coated my skin, just like your own. “Fighting or fucking? Or both?”

You were too beyond angry to even make a decision. You acted purely on your first instinct.

You leaned down and mashed your lips against mine, drawing my bottom lip between your teeth. I growled and instantly gripped your hips, smoothing my hands up until I reached the clasp of your bra. I unhooked it and drew it off your shoulders, then tore it off completely. You didn’t care. You were too fucking angry and… horny. So, fucking horny.

I suddenly whirled us around again, pushing you into the comforter. Sitting on top of you, I slipped off the remains of my ruined shirt and then dived down on you. You cried out when I attacked your breasts, sucking and teasing your left nipple while cupping the other breast with my hand, twirling the hardened nip.

“Ah, shit!” You hissed and arched your back up, grasping my hair. Your eyes shut, and you let your senses take over as I brutalized your breasts, switching over so it was the opposite now. You moaned loudly and felt how your core was throbbing harder than your heart. How was that even possible? You thought. “Oh, fuuuck…”

I worked my way down, reaching your pants. Growling, I then drew away from you, only to wry off my other shoe, then yanked at your pants until they came off. I repeated then, with my own.

Seeing my naked erection now straining in the air, you began to think logically again; Logical in the sense of how the hell I was going to fit.

You didn’t get time to think much more before I was on you again, pushing my tongue into your mouth, making you moan out. Your arms wrapped themselves around my neck as I slipped one under your arched back, the other seeking out your throbbing pussy and cupping it. You were burning up.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I hissed against your mouth.

You were about to probably moan some nonsense when I grabbed your thong and tore it clean off breaking the fragile material. You cried out, but then cried out even louder when I pushed two fingers inside you, giving you no mercy.

You screamed, “Aah, fuck!”

Pushing in and out, my fingers hitting you where you wanted it. You were writhing, losing your mind and was almost at your peak again when suddenly… I pulled them out, leaving you empty.

There was an unexpected pause that left you guessing with your pussy gaping.

Then in one fucking movement, I pushed inside you and stretched you beyond… beyond… fuck, you had no idea, you were that beyond.

You screamed and cried as I tore through you, sliding all the way out, then ramming myself deeply back inside. “Ahh!” You moaned.

You closed your eyes feeling the rush of your body being pleasured to new extents.

Your orgasm surprised even me, hitting you before you even knew it was coming. It had you screaming and spasming beneath me, clawing your nails down my back until you probably drew blood. When it was finally over, and you had your breath somewhat back, you peeled your eyelids apart to see me smirking above you, the smirk you absolutely hated.

“That had been a long time coming hadn’t it?”

Growling back at me, you curled your legs around my hips and violently rolled us over. Disagreeing. I tried to roll us back around again, but you just smacked down on my chest, hard. It was your turn to be on top.

Lifting yourself up, then coming down on my length hard, we both groaned. You repeated and begun a rhythm, riding me harder and faster until we were both panting. You weren’t going to be the next one to cum again; I was. Damn it, this ended here you thought to yourself.

“Come on,” you hissed down at me, leaning in over me and grabbing my shoulders to steady yourself. “Do it, Fucking do it!”

I curled my upper lip back and then seized your wrists and rolled us over. You fought hard, trying not to let me do this again, so when I finally got on top, you kept us rolling. – Thump.

With a groan and another curse, we both hit the floor, you thankfully landing on top. I still didn’t pop, even when you landed on me so hard, your pussy lips practically French kissed my cock.

You realized then this was a fight you couldn’t win. I had the stamina of a fucking horse. I would make you cum again and again and again, and that would mean I’d win. And you couldn’t let me.

So, you were quitting while the game was fun.

“We’re done,” you said, rising up off me, shivering from the feel of me exiting you. God, you felt raw you thought to yourself.

“The hell we are.” I grabbed you as you were about to bolt, which resulted in you landing flat on the floor, chest down. Again, you managed to brace your fall.

But what I did next, you hadn’t been ready for. I pushed you legs apart, pulled up your rear and then entered you from behind in one swift push. I thrusted inside you deeply, forcing your pussy to stretch for me once again.

You let out a short scream and flattened your palms against the floor as I rocked in and out of you, hard and fast. Panting and feeling yourself quake from your new build-up, all you could do was hang on as I rammed into you doggie-style, my heavy sac hitting your clit over and over again. You were blinded with pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Oh, God…”

I spanked you. Actually, spanked you across your ass, making the flesh sting and burn. “We’re not done until I say so, slut.”

Moaning loudly, you felt how your own hips begun meeting my raw thrusts, going deeper and deeper, until you felt like you were going to split. The sensation of me inside you, dominantly sliding in and out of your tight lil pussy…

“Oh… fucking GOD!” you spasmed again as your second orgasm rocked through you and drove you to the brink of insanity. The words you swore I couldn’t comprehend as they left your mouth and created a string of incomprehensible sentences.

You felt me spank you again, the pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure. You were so done for, spent, but I kept thrusting inside you, making you want to beg for more… you felt so used up and drained, but you didn’t want me to ever stop.

“Please…” you said, trying to edge away from me when the pleasure became too much. My hand grasped your hips firmly and pulled you back. “Oh fuck, no more… shit, I can’t… I can’t fucking take… take more…” you breathed at each thrust trying to get out what you wanted to say.

“Yes, you can,” I replied, yanking you back when you tried to escape again. It resulted in me ramming myself deep inside you, making you whimper in pleasure. “You… can… and… will.”

You cried out as I out of as I out of nowhere pushed you down on your side and lifted your leg up, bent it. In a solid thrust, I penetrated you again and fucked you from the side, making you throw your head back and howl. “Oh, Jeez!”

The sensation was otherworldly. Completely out of here. Extra-terrestrial. Shaking from pure ecstasy, you felt your breath catch in your throat.

“No fucking way, Not again. I can’t. No, no, no…”

You came apart in a thousand pieces as your third orgasm ripped through you, taking you to places you’d never known. You screamed you voice raw, but you just… couldn’t… stop. It was too much fir you, yet you wanted more.

Hailing down, you realized you were still quivering from post-orgasmic bliss. By now your hair was clinging to your neck and forehead and your skin was slick and shimmering from with sweat; you were done.

Sensing that, I laid you down flat on your back and crawled in over you, still inside you. My pace was slower now, gentler, as if I knew you were reaching your limit. How the hell was I still fucking hard? You thought to yourself once again.

“No… more…” you begged – a thin you had never done before, but you were so sore. So, fucking spent. Your muscles were aching, your pussy was… raw to say the least.

“Are you giving up?” I whispered above you, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “That’s not like you.”

Anger flamed in your heart. You were almost too weak to reply, but you still did. “I’m not… giving up… just need… oh, God…” I pushed your legs up curling them downwards and pushed deep inside you. You swore I hit your cervix.

“One last time,” I said, brushing your sticky hair away from your forehead. “Cum for me one last time and look me in the eyes this time. I want to see your face as I get you there.”

You shook your head. “I can’t fucking take anymore. You’re going to break me, goddamn it.”

I laughed at that a little. “Not break, no you’re strong. I know you can take it. Besides…” I moved my hand and you then felt me press down on your clit, making you jolt to life as I began rubbing it. You’re still wet and ready for me.”

Your mouth opened in a silent moan. I closed it up by kissing you, thrusting my tongue into your mouth again, only more gently, passionately.

“Here, feel us. Feel how we are connected, “I took your hand that was as limp as the rest of your body and brought it down to where we joined, making you feel how your pussy was stretched wide to accommodate me. The feeling of that was insane and so fucking erotic to the both of us, it brought you new waves of desire into your system.

I slowly pulled out, then pushed back in. I kept our hands there making you feel every sensation twofold the pleasure. You moaned and arched your neck. I took that opportunity to press my lips to it, trail blazing kisses up and down your neck. You were going crazy.

It was building up inside you again, the fire, the pressure, the orgasm. Each of your breaths grew shorter as I pushed against you, pulled back and then pushed inside again. It would happen any minute now, any…

“Look at me,” I ordered, making you snap your eyes open.

My eye filled with a deep green stared down at you as I slowly fucked you, so goddamn deep and dirty. Ans then my lips quirked up; smirked.

– That was it for you. You went over the edge and felt me do the same.

Arching your head back, you came – clenching around me as I did. I cursed on top of you and in a moment of orgasmic relief I finally released, unloading everything inside your throbbing pussy. Grunting, I held on to your thigh hard enough to leave bruises, but you couldn’t care less. You were floating on a cloud of orgasm.

When you finally floated down, you felt so goddamn spent, you knew you were going to pass out. You faintly felt how I let go of you and collapsed on the floor next to you, panting just as heavily as you were. The air hung with both our arousal. None of us spoke for minutes until I finally sighed heavily in loving bliss.

As you lay there with your pussy leaking the very same cum I had spilt inside you, dripping with your own mixed with your abdomen throbbing and your chest falling with your eyes still glued on mine, with a loving and smiling gaze as I mimicked back.