Page 46 of When love and Hate Collide

“You really are the Queen of contradiction.” He utters with a scoff. “What the fuck are you doing?” Dean asks, scowling at me while I pick up my dress, completely ignoring him and without even bothering with my underwear I pull it on, yes, my hardened nipples are prominently perking through the dress but in that moment I couldn’t care less. I have one agenda and it’s to get as far away from him as humanly possible. “JJ?”

I ignore him again and pick up my boots. “JJ, I’m talking to you?!” Dean walks over, takes my boots and throws them across the room.

“Do I look like I give a shit?!” I get up off the bed and gather my stuff and head for the door, stopping to pick up my boots that he so rudely hurled across the room, the asshat.

Dean follows me and just as I open the door, he presses his hand against it, pushing it forcefully shut again. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?!”

I spin, and glare up at him, seething, “As far as I possibly can from you!” I retort, pulling the door handle and opening it only to have Dean slam it shut again.

“The fuck you are!”

I turn and glower at him, my chest rising and falling with every angry breath I take. “Oh no? Watch me, and you can kiss my arse while I do, you insufferable dick!”

“You’re not going anywhere, JJ!” Dean growls, his whole body is tense and exuding hot rage while we glare furiously at one another. The vein in his neck is throbbing, as are my temples.

“Really, Dean?” I fire back with a sneer. “What are you going to do to stop me?!”

Dean says nothing, and I scoff. “That’s what I thought.” I give him a final look of revulsion before I turn, pull the door open and walk out.

I have no idea where I was going to go, and I assure you this wasn’t a well thought out decision on my part, but it didn’t matter, because I barely make it three steps out the door, before I feel a firm grip on the back of my neck and I’m spinning around with Dean’s hotangrymouth on mine.

I drop everything I’m holding, freeze for a second and when his lips push mine apart I rise up on my toes to kiss him back just as fervidly. We moan together, tongues duelling, kissing like two maniacs preparing to kill one another and using our lips as weapons.

Dean lifts me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around him while he walks us back into the room still kissing and kicks the door shut with his foot and slams me against it. I moan between breaths when he bites and sucks my lower lip.

My hips rock and I grind my aching sex against his erection, eliciting a low guttural moan from him. “Is this what you want, hm?” Dean voices, lowering his boxers and rubbing the crown of his dick against me. “Is this what it will take to get you to calm the fuck down? Do you need me to hate fuck the bitch right out of you?”

I gasp, my mouth hangs open when he slides himself long and thick inside me. “Oh, fuck,” I moan, my head lulling back. “Oh, I fucking hate you.”

Dean groans, pressing his forehead to mine, “Ah, fuck, I hate you too, you vicious little bitch but I love howgoodyour cunt feels wrapped around my cock.” He affirms, pulling his cock out and sliding back in again making me quake. I can’t even elucidate how good he feels filling and stretching me out every time he flexes his dick inside me.

Each time I roll my hips up he slams me back down impaling me with his cock and sending a jolt of pleasure thundering through me. Compared to the night we first slept together, this is vastly different. I now fully understand the meaning behind hate fucking. Obviously, I lied to him about being a lousy lover, just to get a rise out of him because he is by far the best sex I have ever had. Well, technically I’ve only slept with one guy, so not much to compare to, though having multiple, soul shaking orgasms most definitely sets the bar high for the next guy.

Dean curls his left hand around my throat while he continues to thrust into me with short hard thrusts. The grip on my throat isn’t so hard that he’s cutting off all my air supply, but just enough that I can still take short shallow breaths.

Our eyes remain interlocked the entire time; he watches me raptly while he impales me with one hard stroke after another. “Fuck, that pussy is dripping,” he moans, pressing his forehead to mine. “Is this how you like it? You want to be used and fucked like my personal little cum dump?” I clench and flutter wildly around him, and he moans audibly. “Oh, you’re getting tighter. Oh fuck, you’re going to come for me aren’t you?” I whimper, my body tensing tighter with every brush of his cock against my g-spot. “That’s it,” he pants, watching me. “It’s happening, oh fuck yes, come on, give it to me, squeeze my cock, you whore.” With one final thrust I come, shaking, and withering against him helplessly while I’m wholly consumed by those fleeting blissful seconds of pleasure which is far more intense when you’re deprived of oxygen.

Dean pushes himself to the hilt into me while I climax and doesn’t move until that last spasm subsides. With him choking me, I couldn’t really be vocal, only pants and slow controlled breathing so I wouldn’t pass out.

But the sound of his moans is enough to set me off all over again with the low ‘oh yeahs’ and ‘that’s a good fucking slut’. There’s something about a guy moaning that’s just so erotic to me. My ex could just about string two words together during sex, let alone talk dirty to me. Dean releases his hold on my throat, and I suck in a quick breath to fill my deprived lungs as he moves us over to the bed, our mouths fused, kissing ardently.

Dean lays me down on my back and lifts my legs up on his shoulders, he delivers a swift hard slap on my left bum cheek, and I hiss, curling my fingers into the bed sheets when it stings like a bitch.

“You bastard.” I curse, glaring up at him. Dean smirks wickedly and leans down, bruising my lips with a kiss that steals every drop of air from my lungs.

“That’s it baby, you fucking love it,” he asserts, palming the spot he just slapped while biting and tugging my lip before he sits upright again. My back arches up when he lifts my hips and lowers his head between my legs to lick through my cleft. “Fuck, look how swollen and needy your clit is.”

“Ohhh,fuck,” I moan breathily and watch him flick his tongue against my clit and suck hard, his eyes never leaving mine.

“If you’re a good little whore and do as you’re told, I might just be inclined to reward you.” He mumbles, pulling back my clitoral hood to fully expose my swollen clit and kisses it softly. My legs tremble at the subtle contact and he smirks. “Oh, someone’s very sensitive.” I shudder and gasp when he runs his tip of his tongue slow and teasingly over my clit.

“Dean, please...” I breathe, rocking my hips up, my body mutely requesting more.

“Please what, JJ?” he whispers against my mound; his lips brushing against my clit as he speaks sends a mass of tingles shooting up and down my spine. “You want more?” he strokes his finger against my inner labia while he ghosts his mouth over my clit. “Do you think you deserve to be rewarded for being a little bitch and pissing me off?”

“Yes.” I moan, curling my fingers in his hair and rocking up against his mouth.

“I don’t,” he asserts and draws his head back, and I open my eyes and glare at him while he smirks back at me darkly. “You need to earn the privilege,” he adds and delivers a slap to my pussy.

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