Warning: Mature Story! Chris/ Kate Argent. Argentcest.
In that moment he's so angry that he wants to hurt her, to hear her scream, to beg him. He wants her, and he wants her in the roughest way possible and he hates himself for that.
It's wrong and he knows that it's wrong, but that's never stopped him. And fuck his cock was throbbing in his pants as his bulge was pressed up against her. He had her pinned to the wall. He knew that he shouldn't want her in this way, but their family was already more fucked up than he could even fathom. As he inhaled her scent, knowing that she wanted it just as bad as him, it didn't seem so wrong. How could something so hot that feels so right be that wrong?
"What the fuck where you thinking, Kate!? He's just a kid." He could feels her hips already grinding his hard cock, but he was still fighting his erection. She had made him so mad that he could barely think straight, not to mention that all his blood was pulsing threw his cock. With gritted teeth and narrowed eyes he looked into her hazel hues. Fuck. That look. She looked back at him with lust and need, and in that moment he couldn't fight it anymore. She knew that, and it's exactly what she wanted.
Kate whispered seductively at Chris. "I know you want it, so take what you want!"
Chris let out a groan before ripping her pants off roughly. He grabbed his own hard cock from his pants and shoved it into her already soaking wet pussy. She wanted him. He started thrusting deep and hard right away, not even giving her a chance to get used to his size. He fucks her hard until he cums inside her.
She wants him more than just once, but she knows that will never happen. The guilt starts the second he has his release. He can see it in his face, and even if she couldn't she knows. It's always the same. He always regrets it, but she's so fucked up that she doesn't. She's the one that enjoys it, and part of her enjoys it more knowing that it makes him feel guilty. She's fucked up in the head, and is somehow ok with that.
He pulls his limp cock out and buttons his pants. He can't even look at her. He never can, and knowing that he enjoyed it only makes the guilt worse.
She grabs him by the neck, and forces him to look at her. She has a devious, satisfied look on her face, and wants to taunt him. "You're still the best fuck I've ever had, brother." As those words leave her lips she pulls him into a kiss, and it doesn't even bother her that he doesn't kiss back or that he pushes her away. The smirk on her face doesn't fade, even as he walks away ridden with guilt.