Page 30 of Walk Off

He should stop. He should take his hands and lips off her and back up. Instead, he was leaning in, licking the skin at her neck and scraping his teeth along her jaw, all while he toyed with her nipples through her shirt, as she moaned like a porn star.

Yeah, there was no way he was stopping.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” That's what this was going to be. A hard fucking to hopefully get her out of his system once and for all. “Say it. Tell me you want this.”

“I do.” She was breathless, and her hands, just like his, were everywhere. “I want you to fuck me.”

His lips found hers again, giving her a punishing kiss as he moved them a few feet until they were near the edge of the couch. Then he spun her around so her back was against his front and pushed his hard cock onto her backside. “Is this what you want? You want my cock?”

“Yes,” she cried out as her back arched when he gripped her hair. “Please, Kyle, fuck me.”

He shoved her forward, so her elbows landed on the arm of the couch, and then pushed her stretchy leggings down her legs, airing her ass to him. His fingers wasted no time trailing between her thighs. “Already wet for me, aren’t you?” He’d never ever been like this, this forceful and aggressive.

Then again, he’d never had hate sex with the woman who kept his child from him.

There was a first time for everything.

She was moaning and pressing back against his hand urgently. “Oh God, please.”

He needed her to stop talking. He might want to fuck her, but hearing her voice was too much. “No talking.” He punctuated his words with a hard slap to her ass.

She yelped, but her pussy clenched around the finger that he’d slipped inside her body.

She absolutely liked being spanked.

So he did it again. “All I want to hear from you is moans. Nothing else.” He smacked her ass again, this time even harder. When he pulled his hand from her pussy to open his own jeans and take out his cock, she whimpered.

That was a noise he could handle.

Grabbing a condom from his wallet, one he’d put there before meeting her at the coffee shop in the hopes of just this very thing, he opened it quickly and rolled it down his length. Then, without warning or any indication to her, he slammed into her, hard.

To her credit, she kept quiet other than a small moan.

With his pants hanging off his hips and hers pushed below her knees, he fucked her as she was bent over the back of the couch.

There was nothing sexy or romantic about it.

It was nothing but revenge sex.

Revenge for the lies she told. Revenge for keeping his daughter from him all this time. Revenge for leaving him.

Revenge, because no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t hate her.

He was going to keep trying though, because she’d done something unforgivable.

His thrusts were hard and relentless, as he pounded into her body. She took everything he gave her and he was pretty sure if she spoke, she’d beg for more. He just fucked her without ever needing to ask what she wanted. He gripped her long hair with one hand, wrapping it tightly around his fist, and used the other to deliver fast, firm slaps against her ass.

It turned bright red from the constant torture but he didn’t stop. He wasn’t trying to hurt her, not physically, but he wanted her to feel a little of what he felt deep down inside.

Rejected, abandoned, pushed aside, alone.

It wasn’t just her who’d made him feel that way either. She was supposed to be different. She was supposed to love him no matter what.

All of it had been a lie. If she loved him no matter what, they wouldn't be in this situation. He wouldn’t be fucking her over the couch in her sister’s pool house. They’d be in their own house fucking, or maybe making love.

It didn’t matter anymore. This was the way it had to be.

She’d made sure of that.

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