Like you mean it
Like You Mean It by Steven Rodriguez
Yes, Daddy.
I don’t know where the hell those words came from, but I refused to say those words, refused to answer him. He could fuck. My legs shook as I dropped my ass to his thighs, his cock speared me, his balls squished against the bottom of my cheeks. Lifting up until I was using my legs to hold me up, I dropped back down, taking him fully. A strangled sound I realized came from me reached my ears. He pushed me back so he could see my face better. Shane watched me through hooded eyes. His lips were parted and his tongue slid out and licked below his bottom lip.
“Fuck me like you mean it,” he grunted.
I didn’t answer this either. Lifting myself up, I bounced up and felt every hard inch of him pull out of me before I slammed back down. I swore as the movement probably caused him to rearrange my guts. He was so fucking deep and I could barely focus. This wasn’t like the first time, I wasn’t taking what he had to give me, I was the one taking. He was the one receiving. It was my turn to use him.
Lifting myself up off of him, I moaned as I dropped on his thick cock. His fingers never left my throat and I didn’t put much thought behind the fact that I trusted him to hold me. I knew he wouldn’t let go of me and my heart throbbed. I opened my hand and grabbed hold of his hair. He hissed as my nails dug into the back of his neck. Lifting myself up off his cock, I rode him, and loved how his eyes lowered to my breasts as they bounced.
My brows scrunched together as my cunt clenched around him, my pussy squeezing him as I bounced on top of his cock. I rode him fast and hard, our bodies slapping together every single time I dropped down. I could feel my orgasm building. I didn’t care about his pleasure, I sought out my own.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned.
“Just like that, Princess,” he grunted.
“Fuck you,” I hissed as I released his hair and scratched down his shoulder.
I rode him faster and his eyes raised to mine. He watched my expression as my movements became jerkier. My thighs shook, my body trembled, and I arched my back as I inched away from him. The angle hitting just the right spot and I cried out his name as I came. My body seized as I continued to ride him, despite the way my pussy screamed to stop. I wasn’t even done cumming when the hand on my throat disappeared and he forced me back until my ass was on the ground. His hand pushed me back and I let my head drop to the floor.
“What are you doing?” I asked as I stared up at him.
Shane gave me no response as he spread his legs, pushing mine further open. Two large hands gripped my thighs and closed them. I clenched my sex as it tightened. He pulled out and thrust into me. I was sensitive, my back arching up off of the floor, but goddess it felt good. Obsidian eyes held me still as he pulled out of me.
“I couldn’t tell if you liked me or hated me. Now watch as I show you how it’s done,” he taunted.
“Fuck y-ah!” I moaned as he slammed into me. My body jerked back, the carpet burn was quick and over before it really started.
“This. is. how. you. fuck. someone. like. you. hate. them,” he growled. With each word, he pulled out and thrust into me. It was fast. It was hard. The look on his face told me he hated me, despised me, and was only using me for sex, but at this point, I didn’t care. Shane had a way with his fat cock and I didn’t care what this meant. I only cared that he didn’t stop. He spread my legs open, his hands pushed down on my inner thighs until the top of my knees lined up with my breasts.
“You’re suck a whore. He left marks on her chest and now you take my dick. Does your pussy hurt? Or does your greedy little cunt like it? Do you like my fat cock in your tight little pussy?” Shane snarled. My body jerked back and forth with every thrust of his powerful hips. His movements were angry, harsh, and unforgiving.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Yes, what?” He snapped as he fucked me like he meant it. He fucked me like I’d sinned, like I deserved punishment.
“Yes, Shane. Fuck me like you hate me and make me believe it,” I gasped.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he pulled all the way out of me. His left hand snapped out and wrapped around my jaw as he slammed into me. I whimpered as he fucked me deep. He released me, pulled his hand back, only to bring it across my jaw hard. My eyes widened and I stared up at him as my flesh tingled. “This is how you slap someone,” he grunted as he grabbed my chin. My nipples were greedy little peeks, needy for his attention. My pussy gushed.
I liked it.
I liked how harsh he was with me.
I craved it.
I wanted more.
“Please, Shane,” I cried as my body wound up again.
His hands came down and gripped right below my ribs. He leaned forward, his cock pushing further into my stomach. It was so big, so uncomfortable, but I loved it. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he picked up his pace. My mouth hung open and my hair dragged my chin further up as he fucked me like he hated it, like he wanted me to believe it. I wanted to believe it. It would make everything easier. It would make this thing we had easier to believe. My eyes lowered to where his hard cock pulled out of me and slammed back in. He picked up speed, but still fucked me hard, so fucking hard my vision went black. Liquid filled my mouth, and I knew he spat in it again. But I wasn’t angry this time. No, not like the first time. I wanted it. I loved the way it tasted. I loved the way I had him inside of me.
“You’re a dirty little whore, aren’t you Princess?” He growled.
“Yes,” I moaned as he gripped my ankles and lifted them to his shoulders. The sounds of his body slamming into mine had me nearing another orgasm. Weakly, I grabbed his wrists. I held out and stared into his eyes. “Please, Shane. Please.”
“You want my cum?” Shane groaned as he penetrated me so deeply. I was so close.
“Yes, yes, please,” I half groaned, half moaned. The sounds of our body slapping pushed me over the edge as he fucked me faster. My back burned against the carpet. “Shane! Oh fuck, Shane,” I moaned as another orgasm ripped through me.
“You’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned as he slammed into me until his balls squished against my ass. “Oh, fuck, Adea.”
Warmth filled me as he pumped in and out of me. He called my name repeatedly as he came. My head was spinning, my back was burning, and my neck throbbed. He dropped forward, his hands holding him up. I wanted to turn away from him, to look away, but I didn’t want him to think I was intimidated by him. I stared into his eyes, my gaze trailing to his lips, and his chest as he breathed. I swallowed and closed my eyes. Savoring the moment before reality could set in and I remembered I didn’t really hate him.
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