And here we are. From zero to insane in less than a minute.
My hands yank the hem of her dress up.
My dick is so hard it hurts.
And Kat goes for it, the greedy horny thing that she is, and starts unbuttoning my jeans.
I’m gonna fuck her like she deserves. The way she likes it. Come and go, like she always does.
I whip her around to face the wall, undo my zipper in a second, yank her panties to the side, and ram into her to the hilt.
She cries out, and I want to fucking howl like a wolf, because she is wet, and the mere contact of my dick with her hot pussy turns my entire body liquid.
“You get wet like this for someone else, too?”
I slam into her, her wet pussy taking my every inch.
She moans and bucks her ass at me every time I thrust my dick into her.
“You said next time, yeah?” I hiss as I fuck her hard, my thighs slapping against her ass. “Wanna repeat this fucked up date next time?”
I keep slamming into her, faster and faster.
“You are beautiful,” I grunt as I thrust like a maniac. “Addictive. And you are fucking me up.”
I want to fuck her raw.
But then I realize that it’s all going the wrong way. She’s getting what she wants, winding me up again while I try to stay off booze just to keep my head cool.
I want to scream in anger and come inside her.
I want to kiss her mouth until she bleeds.
I want her to tell me that she wants me too, and not just in her bed.
And that’s the fucking problem.
She’ll never be tamed. I have to stop before it’s too late and I’m too deep in.
I pull out so suddenly that I almost come from the feeling of my cock being tugged by her pussy.
Kat stills, and I press my forehead to her head, panting, my hands on the wall on each side of her, trying to calm the storm in my head and heart.
This craving for her is way past healthy. This is a hatefuck.
I wish I never met her. She is poison, and every time I see her, smell her, touch her, I want a cupful, an ocean full.
This has no logic, no explanation, no reason. It hurts deep inside in a way I can’t rationalize. She is a constant presence in my life. I am a scientist, and I can’t figure out what’s wrong with me. I’m losing it, and the only time I am sane is with her, when we are fucking or sleeping next to each other. But that’s when she messes with me, and I start losing it again.
Go! Just fucking go!
Kat doesn’t move, pressed against the wall by my weight, her smaller hands flat on the wall just beneath mine—a little darker, prettier, gentler. Even her hands are beautiful.
She doesn’t say a word, her breathing as loud as mine.
This is madness. I can’t think straight around her. She—this—is fucking with my mind, and I can’t have it. I’m losing control. What’s worse—I am being played.
I push off the wall and tug the hem of her dress down, covering her ass, then push my erection back into my jeans.