Rosalina's POV

When I was driving him home, he was complaining about my music. "This is my car," I said. "You don't get to pick the station."

"It's not my fault you have sucky taste in music," he said.

"It's not my fault you don't know how to appreciate a favor," I said. "You unappreciative slut."

"Stop the car," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Stop the fucking car," he said more angrily. I came to a slow stop, then realized where we were.

"This is my house." I said.

He slapped my hand off the gear, then put the car in park. He got out, then walked around the car to my side. He opened my door, took the key out, then grabbed my arm. "What are you doing?" I asked, climbing out. He slammed the door shut behind me, locking the car.

"Wolff, quick manhandling me," I said, fighting against his will.

"Shut up," he said, pulling me up the porch.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"You heard me damn clear hitch I said shut your fucking mouth," he snapped, turning towards me.

He pushed me into the house, slamming the door behind me. He dropped my keys on the table, then looked inside. His right hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me close to his face. "What did I tell you about making me upset?" He said through gritted teeth. "I said I'd make it hurt so fucking bad. And what did you do? You made me fuckin upset."

"Nat," I choked out. "I'm sorry."

"I accept your apology," he said, lessening his grip. "Mainly because you said my name. But that doesn't mean that I'm not gonna fuck you. Because you and I know that we both really love it, but would hate to admit it."

"I don't like having hate sex, especially with you," I said.

"You can say it all you want, but based on your moans and screams, id say that you actually love it." He said. "Now, when does you dad get home?" After I didn't answer, he tightened his grip.

"Saturday," I quickly said.

"Damn," he said, lessening his grip. "When is he ever home? Anyway, you know you don't hate me. I know I don't hate you. You know that I like you, I know you have to have some sort of emotion to me."

"I don't like you," I said.

"If you didn't like me, you would've never let me drive you home after the football game, and willingly let me into your house, told me that your dad wasn't gonna be home all weekend, and agreed to have 'hate' sex." He said. "And you would've stopped me in the halls. Instead, you let it get from kissing to fucking."

"Maybe I like you a little," I said. He let go of my neck and looked at me. "Of just shut up and kiss me already!" He smirked, pressing his lips to mine.

His right hand rested on my left cheek, his left running throu my hair. Both of my hands were on either side of his head, tangled in his messy brown hair. I could feel his soft lips rapping against mine, his warm breath cascading over my face, his tongue, begging for more. He chewed softly on my lower lip. His lips trailed to my ear, whispering, "Where's your room?" I smiled slightly, wrapping my legs around his waists. As he kissed just below my ear, I guided him towards my room.

He lay me down onto the bed, standing in front of it. He bent over, pulled my shirt over my head, and then threw his shirt off. I got onto my knees, crawling over to where he was sitting. I sat on top of him, our lips meeting. I could feel the fabric of his jeans slowly rise just a little, making me smirk.

He lifted me up just a little, turning me around. He unclasped my bra, tossing it to the side. He the lay me down on the bed, pulling his jeans down and letting them fall to the floor. He crawled on top of me, pressing his lips against mine. I felt his fingers rubbing against my shorts. He peeled away from me, moving to my lower body. He unbuttoned my shorts, pulling then down. He took my sneakers off, then slid my shorts (and panties) off.

He wrapped his arms under my knees, sticking his face between my legs. I gasped as his lips landed on the lips of my vagina. He swirled his tongue around the outside, causing more pre-cum to leak out. His tongue slipped inside my hole, making me gasp again. I moaned softly as his tongue whirled around inside of me. He moved away, sticking his index finger inside of me. As he curled and twisted his finger around, I couldn't help but moan. He then added his middle finger, moving them slowly around inside of me. His speed increased, as did my moans. Soon enough, he was going fast, and my moans had turned into short screams.

My cum squirted out of my in a big stream, shooting upwards. I rested my head against a pillow, tired and out of breath. I glanced at Nat, who was now standing next to me. His rock hard erection could be seen through his boxers: his boner poking outwards showing his nine inches. I reached out and pulled his boxers down, his cock immediately perking out. I giggled lightly as he lay down next to me. He lay behind me, his body extremely close. His hands ran down my sides as I felt him getting even harder (if that was even possible) against my thighs. "That stream was the sexiest thing you've ever done," he whispered in my ear. "And trust me, you are extremely sexy."

He then lifted up my leg with one hand, using the other to guide his dick to my pussy. He moved in and out slowly, getting at me through an angle. After a few minutes of slow pleasure, he moved my arm to hold my leg up. He moved slightly faster, his grunts making his speed. "Shit," he whispered, pulling out. He pushed me back flat onto the bed, moving to be sitting over me. His cock glistened in the light, covered in my juices. He pumped on his cock, releasing his own cum over my bare chest.

He moved back to the edge of the bed, lifting my legs up. I held them close to my face, giving his a clear view of my pulsing core. I moaned as he slowly pumped into me. He moved faster, his balls slapping against my ass. It didn't take long for me to cum. Like the first time, it shot up in a steady stream, this time going all sorts of places. But just because I came doesn't mean that stopped Nat.

"Nat," I gasped out. "Nat please stop."

His big brown eyes looked up at me, his face showing lust but also concern. He slowly pulled out and stepped back, watching my stream continue. As soon as it stopped, he lay down next to me. "Stop trying to hit me with your sweet sweet juices," he said, making me laugh. "Are you tired? Do you wanna stop?"

"I mean, we do have homework to do," I said. "But this is way more fun then homework."

With that, I straddled over him, looking at his lustful look. I held onto his shoulders, leaning forward to kiss him. I could feel his cock rubbing against the crack of my ass (ya know, cause I was kinda sitting on him and I'm way smaller). I sat up, taking his cock in my hands and placing it inside my hole. He guided my hips as I scrolled through my phone. Yes, I was texting will riding a cock. Don't judge.

Kristina: I'm coming by your place.

Rosalina: Why?

Kristina: You said you'd help me with homework. Five minutes.

My eyes went wide. "Nat," I said. "Kristina is coming in five minutes." His froze in his tracks.

A/N: Happy now? Maybe it takes me a while to update because these chapters aren't pre-written. This is a nice, long chapter. I hope it satisfies you.

Now, peace. Next chapter up by Thursday.