Page 70 of Dissension

Time doesn’t matter, nothing does. Nothing aside from the shift of his cock inside of her, sending every nerve ending in her body spiraling with pleasure. The wet sound of their bodies meeting, the slap of flesh.

In that domineering fashion, he grabs one of her hands and places it under her, making her play with herself. She can feel the slide of his cock going in and out as her finger finds her clit, her swollen lips, the place where he fills her. Kara shudders, tightening around him.

Those large hands soon find her breasts as he palms them roughly from behind, dragging her up briefly as he fucks into her hard, his balls swinging with his movements. Every thrust is punctuated with a deep grunt of want.

“You like that?” He hisses in her ear, his thumbs on her nipples as he shoves her neckline down. “You like being fucked from behind, your tits out?”

Humiliation bathes Kara’s face in red as she bounces along with his forceful fucking. Her insides are clenching, seeking release, milking him. His big hands hold her breasts as he pumps into her. She mutters, “Shut up.”

Shifting, Nick pushes her forward again, spitting into her crack. Kara moans, knowing what he intends to do next. He’s the only man who has ever done it to her, after all. The shameful, dirty thing that makes her cunt sing.

He carefully eases a thumb into her rear, pressing as he angles his hips, driving against that place that makes her feel like a well about to spill over. The sensation of being stuffed in two places brings a heavy coil of lust, low in her belly. “Dirty girl,” he hisses, cock twitching with arousal as he fucks her in two places.

“It’s, it’s too much,please, ah-”

“I’ll get you there,” Nick grunts roughly. “I’ll make you spill on my cock, sweetpea. Come on,come on.” He slams in, hitting that place that makes her scream.

The sound of him repeatedly fucking into her grows loud and sloppy, their mingled fluids leaking out of her, dripping to the floor as he humps against her harder. Like a beast, Nick fucks into her, taking her, filling her ass with his thumb, her cunt with his thick cock. All of it converges into searing pleasure-

“My good slut, my good fucking girl and her perfect cunt and ass,” he hisses, knowing how hot she burns when he praises her and demeans her in the same breath.

Humiliatingly, she shatters around him, crying out her agonizing ecstasy. She feels herself spasm around his girth, her orgasm going to liquid lust as it spills out around his length, gushing down her legs. Kara moans in elation and humiliation, hearing Nick groan in response. His voice is animalistic as hesays, “Soak me with your cum.” A loud squelch, her ejaculation spilling. “Fucking love that you squirt like a whore.Fuck.”

His hips slam into her one more time as he follows her over the edge, huskily voicing his release into her body, filling her.

They remain connected for a few moments, their breathing harsh. Eventually, the heat of Nick’s body pulls away. The minute it does, Kara moves from being bent over the couch and instead sinks to the filthy floor in shame.

How could I have let this happen?

You didn’t. He forced it on you.

But I liked it, same as always.

She wants to cry.

Sitting there, mostly nude, feeling roughed up more than she’s used to these days, Kara puts her head in her hands to hide. “I need you to go.”

He’s all back in order again. Easy for him; he’s wearing sweatpants. Nick is standing over her, towering like some sort of deity, looking down at her disgraceful form. “Kara.” He sounds unsure, suddenly. Awkward. Not smug in any sense, not proud of himself.

That doesn’t matter.

She won’t look at him, her insides filling with a drowning sensation of guilt. She’s fooled around with an engaged man. Sheknowshis fucking fiancée. How is she ever going to forgiveherself? She wraps her arms around herself tighter, as if that will help her escape this reality.

Her mother could never hide the emotional wounds of knowing Charlie was stepping out on her.

There’s the sound of him sighing as he rubs the back of his neck. “I…realize that…isn’t what you were expecting. From our conversation. Kara, I-”

She doesn’t want to think about their conversation, she doesn’t want to think about them at all. There’s no hope for themif he won’t ever decide to see reason. If he won’t accept and respect her wishes, that she doesn’t want to be a mistress, they can’t be together. They can’teverassociate anymore-

“You’re making me hate myself more than I already do,” she whispers, voice hoarse.

He’s crouching in front of her now, as if he wants to embrace her. A gentler man, revealed now that the vicious monster within is satisfied. “I don’t want you to hate yourself. Not because of me,” Nick says, sounding regretful. “You don’t need to beat yourself up over this-”

All she can think about is how her mother used to sit at home at night, watching the clock with a strange expression on her face. Waiting and wondering about Charlie. Where he was. Who he was with. And how drunk he would be when he returned.

Dropping her hands from her face, Kara meets his blue gaze, seeing something close to remorse in his eyes. “You made me do something I told myself I would never do. I need you to leave me alone while I digest what this makes me.”

“Don’t do this to yourself, sweetpea.” He presses his forehead to hers, grinding them together as if they can fuse their skulls. “Don’t-”

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