He Hates Me (Hate & Love Duet 1)

“That’s the point, Pet. Neither of us wants me out.”

“I d-do.” She moans when I hit her sensitive spot.

“And yet you’re soaking my dick.” I push her hair to the side then fist it in a tight grip, tugging her by it and forcing her to look back at me. “Admit it, Pet, I’m your fantasy come true.”

Her lips tremble with the force of her pleasure. She wants to hold back but can’t. My little Petal craves this as much as I do, she dreams about it and tucks it in the dark corner of her head.

Still, her politically correct mind refuses to accept this.

“Fuck you, fuck you,” she chants.

“Gladly.”

I slap her ass over and over until she sobs. But I don’t end it there, no, I drive my cock into her fast and hard and dirty.

All what happened today pours into this moment of madness and utter surrender. This moment where it’s only me and my little Petal.

My disobedient, yet willing Petal.

My innocent, yet kinky Petal.

Her ass turns a bright shade of red that soothes me and makes her cunt a wet mess, her juices coating my dick to the brim.

My hand wraps around her throat, firm enough to keep her in place.

My little Petal is completely at my mercy, bound and choked, her ass red, and her pussy clenched around me in preparation for her orgasm.

I slow down my pace, one hand clutching her hip, easing out of her so slow that she shudders.

Her teary eyes widen. “W-why did you stop?”

“I thought you wanted me to, Pet.”

“J-Jas, don’t, don’t…”

“Don’t what? Don’t give you what you want?”

“Yeah, don’t give me what I want.”

“So, I shouldn’t let you come or I shouldn’t let you go?”

“Screw you, jerk,” she groans with the force of her frustration. Her ass wiggles against me, desperate for more than the lazy stroke.

“Do you want me to give it to you hard and fast, Pet?”

She bites her lower lip but doesn’t say anything.

“We can stay like this all night, or you can pick a side,” I whisper at her ear. “You can’t be a good little girl and my slutty little pet at the same time.”

She sniffles, but her eyes are clear even in the dark. “Why can’t I be?”

Fuck me.

The way she asks the question, the innocence and the damn curiosity, get me in the groin.

My little Petal is out to destroy my fucking head.

“Why do you keep doing that?” I push my cock back into her, my frustration getting the better of me.

“Doing what?” she asks on a gasp.

“Pulling me in. Refusing to let me go. All of it.”

“You tell me. You’re the one who does that. You’re sick, Jasper.”

“And you’re just as sick,” I whisper at her ear.

Her head angles towards me, lips parting as if wanting me to kiss them.

I’m tempted to, fuck am I tempted to, but I know the moment my lips meet hers, I’ll be even more screwed than I already am.

If she’s disappointed, she doesn’t show it, as she moans my name while my cock slides deep.

“Break for me, my pet.” I groan in her ear. “Now.”

She does.

Just like that.

Her body combusts and she screams as she clenches around me. I fuck my little slut hard and fast and don’t ease up until I’m pumping my seed into her. My release is so strong, cum coats her thighs and pools on the sheets below us.

As her head falls on the pillow, a satisfied sigh leaving her lips, a dark thought crosses my mind.

I’ll never get enough of my little Petal.

She’s right, I’m sick.

Because I can only see death parting us.22GeorginaWe're lying in my bed after, and Jas holds me almost painfully close, like he's trying to fuse our bodies together.

It’s a strange type of closeness, something I never had before. Despite the brutality of our fucking, it still feels intimate. Otherworldly even. I’m ready to strip myself bare for him – more than I already have, and that mere thought scares the shit out of me.

"Had a strange visit today." The words surprise me by slipping from my lips. Fuck. It's like I want to get in trouble with Jas, like I'm desperately asking for him to punish me.

"Yeah?" he mutters, tugging on a stray strand of my hair. “Who?”

I chuckle nervously, hoping he won't push it further and already regretting my words. "You don't really like him."

"Him?" Jasper sits up in bed, his naked body hard and taut. "It was a him?"

"Yeah," I say softly. "Just a nurse from the hospital, Bill."

"And why the fuck is Bill visiting you at home?"

"I forgot my wallet at lunch, and he was just bringing it back to me."

“Isn’t he that same fucker I punched at the club?”

I sit up in bed, pulling the sheets up around me. “Yeah, so?”

Jas gets up and pulls on his boxers, running his fingers through his dark brown hair. "I don't like it."