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And the whole time I’m cussing him out, I’m getting wetter.

I can feel it. I can feel it dripping out of me. I’m so mad I can’t see, my heart’s about to come through my chest, and my pussy’s throbbing like it’s on his side.

He knows. He drags two gloved fingers through me from behind, slow, and they slide through all that wet like nothing. I bury my face in my pillow and scream into it.

He holds his fingers up next to my face so I can see them shine in the streetlight.

“I hate you,” I tell him.

He pushes his mask up just past his mouth and licks his fingers clean. I can see his beard. His lips. He’s not smiling. He pulls the mask back down.

I hear his zipper.

“Don’t you dare,” I say. “Sasha, don’t you dare…”

He pins me by the back of my neck.

His cock drags through me from behind, hard and thick and hot. Up through my soaked pussy, over my swollen clit, back down. I’m shaking. My fists are clenched over my head. He does it again, slower. Then he presses the head right up against me and holds it there. Not pushing in. Just pressing. Making me feel him. Making me wait.

I’m so sore. I’m so wet. I’m so mad.

And I push back against him.

Just a little. Barely. My hips lift off the bed and press back on his cock, all on their own.

He makes a sound. The first sound out of him. A low, rough growl I feel all the way down my spine.

Then he shoves in.

It burns. I’m so tender from last night and this morning that he feels twice as big. He splits me open in one long, hard push, the fat head of him forcing past my swollen lips and dragging over every sore spot inside me, and I scream into my pillow. He doesn’t slow down. He just keeps coming, stretching me so wide I feel it in my hips, until he slams into my ass and he’s so deep I feel him in my stomach.

He holds there, pinning me.

He’s so heavy. His chest crushing my back. His hips grinding into my ass. His thighs pinning mine wide open. The hoodie’s rough on my bare skin and the leather glove on the back of my neck is cool and smooth and smells like him. His breath’s coming hot and wet through the mask, right against my neck. I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, every beat of it, and my pussy’s throbbing right back around him, sore and stuffed so full I can’t catch my breath.

Then he fucks me.

Hard. He fucks me into my mattress like he’s trying to put me through it. Every time he pulls back, I feel all of him drag out of me, that thick ridge catching on every tender spot, and every time he shoves back in, the burn flares up bright and then melts into this deep, heavy ache that spreads through my whole belly and down my thighs. My bed’s banging the wall. My bear falls off the pillow. Every slam jolts me up the bed, and he drags me back down by my neck and does it again.

My nipples are scraping across my comforter every time he shoves me forward. It stings. It’s rough. And every time, my pussy clenches on him. His balls are slapping my clit. My thighs are stretched so wide they’re shaking. The whole room smells like sex, like him and me. I’ve got my mouth open on my pillowcase and I can taste my tears.

I’m telling him I hate him. Over and over. Sobbing it into my comforter.

What I hate is how good it feels.

My clit’s grinding into the bed. I can hear how wet I am, nasty and loud every time he pulls back. My fingers are tearing at my sheets. There’s heat pooling low in my belly, getting heavier and heavier, and my legs start trembling, and it’s building, it’s building, and I can’t stop it.

“No,” I’m crying. “No, no, no, no…”

He shoves in deep and grinds. Doesn’t pull back. Just grinds himself into me, buried all the way, the head of him pressing right on that spot deep inside that makes my whole body light up.

I come screaming.

It tears through me. Everything locks. My back, my thighs, my fists in the sheets. My pussy squeezes him so hard I feel every inch of his cock jump inside me, and the pleasure hits in waves, hot and sharp and rolling up from somewhere so deep I didn’t know it was there. My toes curl. I’m shaking and screaming into my pillow and coming harder than I did against that door. Harder than I ever have in my life.

He fucks me through it, faster, rougher, every stroke dragging over me while I’m still clenching, too much, way too much, until he slams in one last time and stays there, buried to the root, and growls into my neck, and comes.

I feel it. Hot. Pumping deep inside me in thick pulses, filling me so full I can feel it spreading, warm, way up where he is. His whole body jerks against my back with every one. His fingers tighten on my neck. He holds me pinned down through every pulse, every muscle in his body locked hard on top of me.