AN: I plan
to make this into a Harry Potter Fan Fiction but I want to know what
you guys think.
Better Then I Deserve.
'He
loves me, that's all I have to keep thinking. This is right, this is
good'
She thought as he pulled her roughly on top of him,
'This is better then I deserve'
She could feel the erection through his pants pressing up against the warm, wet spot between her legs. He pulled her tight shirt over her head, clumsily shoving his hand under bra; he pulled the other side down revealing her bare breast.
"God, yes" She moaned 'Fake it'He ran his tongue over her nipple, biting too hard; she winced in pain as she took in a sharp breath.
She pulled his head up and kissed him, sliding her tongue up against his. She always did all the work when it came to kissing. She wanted it to be slow this time, but he didn't care. He said he did but he didn't. He released a growl as he picked her up by the bum and pushed her up against the wall.
He walked to the bedroom and dropping her on to the bed, he pulled the skirt and underwear, not caring that she was embarrassed about her body. He undid his pants and pulled them down. She stared at him, she remembered the first time, she didn't believe it was going to fit. He climbed onto of her and automatically her legs opened. He thrusted into her, hard. Pain course through her pelvis, making her want to roll into the fetal position. She wasn't a virgin but he always hit that one spot that brought tears to her eyes. He continued to thrust in her. She couldn't feel anything. She faked the moans, the 'yes's, the don't stops and when she could tell he was close she squeezed he muscles inside. It always did it for him.
He came hard, thrusting harder then the first time hitting the spot. Tears came to her eyes as she fought the urge to cry out in pain. He pulled out, handing her $40.
"Sorry, Morrigan I forgot the condom again, you know how you get me when you wear that skirt. Here go get the morning after pill"
She nodded, 'So routine'
They both searched for their clothes, he was dizzy from the blood rush back to his brain. She put on her skirt back on and walked into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, hickey marks would grow, and bruises would spread from where he held her down. She tried to fix her hair but she had forgotten her brush. She grabbed the rest of her stuff, put back on her shirt and headed for the door. She stopped before closing the door and looked back. He was leaning up against the bedroom door frame, wearing only his pants.
Closing the door, she thought 'Yep, Better Then I Deserve'