Page 180 of I’m The Worst

Ripping her panties down her legs, I shove the soaked fabric into her mouth. Her eyes widen in shock, then narrow in fury as muffled screams vibrate against my palm.

“I told you to be quiet.” I free my aching cock and slam into her slick cunt in one brutal thrust.

She arches violently, a strangled cry caught in the panties. I don’t give her time to adjust. I fuck her hard, hips snapping forward, driving deep into her tight heat over and over. The bed slams against the wall, her tits bouncing.

I grab her face, fingers digging into her cheeks, forcing her to look at me while tears streak her mascara.

“Look at you. So fucking pathetic.”

She thrashes, but her cunt is clenching around me, dripping down my balls. I reach between us and rub her clit in rough circles. Her muffled moans grow louder, her hips jerking up to meet my thrusts.

“You’re going to come. Right fucking now.”

I pinch her clit, and her whole body locks up, eyes rolling back as she screams into the panties and comes around my cock, her pussy spasming and gushing.

The pressure is too much.

I bury myself to the hilt and explode with a guttural groan. My release is so strong it feels like I’m pissing inside her—thick ropes of cum flooding her cunt. I keep thrusting through it, grinding deep, forcing every drop as far inside her as possible.

When I finally pull out, I spread her legs wide and stare at the mess. My cum leaks from her swollen pussy, trailing down her thighs.

I can’t stop myself.

I shove her thighs farther apart, drop my mouth onto her cunt, and devour her. I lick and suck my cum out of her, tongue fucking deep into her hole.

“Fuck. We taste so fucking good mixed together. My cum dripping out of your greedy little cunt.”

She whimpers, thighs trembling around my head. She’s oversensitive, still twitching from her last orgasm, but I don’t care. I keep eating her, licking and sucking noisily, the wet sounds of my mouth on her pussy filling the room. I bury my face, nose grinding against her clit.

I’m addicted.

Addicted to the taste of us. To the way her pussy flutters and pushes out more of my cum.

I suck hard on her clit again, two fingers curling inside her and pressing against that spot that makes her sob.

“Come again,” I command against her. “I want to feel you come on my tongue while you’re still leaking my cum.”

She shakes her head weakly, but her hips are already grinding against my face. I don’t let up. I fuck her with my tongue and fingers, sucking and licking relentlessly until her thighs clamp around my head and she comes again with a broken, muffled cry.

Only when she’s shaking and too oversensitive do I finally pull back. I wipe my face with the back of my hand and climb back up her body. Slowly, I reach up and pull the panties from her mouth, dropping the soaked fabric on the bed beside her head, and release her wrists.

As I stare down at her, the anger slowly fades, leaving something worse in its place. I lean down, pressing my forehead to hers.

Her arms wrap around me, pulling me closer.

“I hate you,” she whispers.

“I know.”

Her face buries in my neck, and I stay where I am, my body heavy on hers. For a moment, neither of us moves.

Then I roll off her, pulling her with me.

I hold her tightly, her head resting on my chest, her body still shaking. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but I don’t let go. Outside, the party continues, but in here…it’s just her and me. Broken and fucked up and tangled in something neither of us can escape.

I close my eyes and breathe her in like I’ve been starving for it. Her scent clings to my skin, citrus and soft vanilla, settling in the back of my throat and somewhere deep between my ribs—something I’ve missed more than I want to admit. I hate myself for being weak. But right now, with her in my arms, I can’t make myself care.

Her fingers drift lazily over my chest, tracing nothing patterns into my skin while her breathing finally evens out.