Long Day
It was a long day. That wasn't an excuse. But it was a really, really long day. I still didn't need to toy with him like this. As we tumbled haphazardly into his room and landed on his bed, making sure to kick the door shut behind us, I knew it still wasn't an excuse. But we both needed this.
He pinned me to the bed, pausing only to tear our clothes off, then kissed me on the mouth hard. We were both stressed, and there was no love in the mouthing.
Just want, and need. I trailed my hands down his back, and clung tightly as he rolled his hips against mine. I would have moaned if I could, but he still had my mouth locked with his.
I felt his pounding erection press against mine, the friction sending shocks up and down my body. No emotion, just want. Just need. Out of nowhere, I found myself being flipped onto my front, my face pushed into the pillow.
I gasped at the suddenness, then felt his slender fingers enter my ass. I moaned softly, although i was already used to such action. I hadn't been labeled the orders "dog" for any innocent reason, after all.
He seemed to realize this, as his fingers were quickly replaced with his slightly larger than average dick. He started slow, pushing in and pulling out as if afraid to hurt me.
I whined in protest, wriggling my hips so he'd get the message. He seemed to take notice, and quickened his pace. He panted out my name a few times, grabbing tightly to my hips.
I moaned his in return, grabbing the sheets tightly and salivating at the delicious feeling. He wrapped his arms around my body, and pressed into me roughly several times more, then pulled out to flip me back up to face him.
His hair was wild and messy, sweat dripping heavy from his brow and landing on my stomach. He shoved himself into me again without hesitation, grabbing hold of my shoulders and digging his nails in deeply. To keep himself quiet, he leaned down and bit down just above my collarbone.
He bit so hard I yelped in pain. He did nothing to cease the torture, though, and instead rapidly increased his pace, slamming into me hard each go. In retaliation to his roughness, I reached back and slapped his ass hard, so hard in fact that he winced and it caused my own hand to smart and turn a bright red.
Finding this to do nothing in stopping him, I reached up and raked my nails down his back. I did this several times more, feeling the welts rise and blood drip down off of his back.
He just bit harder, tearing through my skin and lapping up the blood to staunch its flow. Finally, I felt his well-placed thrusts begin to taper out, becoming sloppy and less urgent. I felt his cock throb, once, twice, and then he released his hold on my bleeding shoulders, with both mouth and hands.
He groaned heavily, struggling to outlast me, which he might have done if I wasn't so well-practiced in the art of making love.
Soon, though, he couldn't hold out any longer and came hard into my ass. I released immediately after, allowing a rough and shaky moan to thunder through my body and escape into the dark room.
He collapsed on top of me, panting hard.
After regaining his breath, he rolled off of me and glared into my smirking face.
"I fucking hate you." He hissed, yanking my blanket up to his chin. I laughed, my eyes hardening.
"I hate you, too."
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