Break & Break Again

The outdoor shower was abandoned the second the tension snapped.

You grabbed Sadie by the hips, lifted her small frame, and carried her inside the cliffside Airbnb, her legs wrapping around your waist out of pure spite more than anything else. Her hand never left your cock the entire way — still stroking it roughly as you kicked the door shut behind you.

The moment her back hit the wooden dining table inside, she snarled against your mouth, “Don’t think this means you’re in charge, hack.”

You shoved her legs wider, lined up your thick cock, and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

Sadie’s head snapped back, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat, but she immediately clenched around you like a vice. “Fuck— is that all you’ve got?” she hissed, green eyes blazing with contempt even as her pussy fluttered around your length. “I’ve had interns stretch me better than this.”

You gripped her thighs hard enough to leave marks and started pounding into her without mercy, the table creaking violently under every savage thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the open living room.

“Keep running that mouth while your cunt is **** my cock,” you growled, leaning over her, faces inches apart again. “You’re soaking the fucking table, Sink. Look at you — pretending you hate this while your pussy is dripping down my balls.”

She reached up, grabbed a fistful of your hair, and yanked your head closer so your hot breath mixed with hers. “Big talk from a guy who’s already throbbing inside me like he’s about to bust in thirty seconds,” she spat back, then deliberately clenched around you again, trying to milk you. “Come on, journalist boy. Fuck me like you mean it. Or are you all cock and no stamina?”

The competition was instant and vicious.

You pulled out, flipped her over roughly so her tits pressed against the cool wood, and drove back into her from behind even harder. One hand fisted in her wet red hair, yanking her head back while the other cracked across her tight ass with a sharp slap.

Sadie moaned through gritted teeth, then laughed breathlessly. “Harder, asshole. I want to feel how angry you really are.” She pushed her ass back to meet every thrust, matching your rhythm with aggressive rolls of her hips. “That’s it? My ex fucked me rougher when he actually liked me.”

You leaned down, biting the side of her neck hard enough to make her yelp, then growled right against her ear, “Then why is your cunt squeezing me like it’s never been properly ruined before?”

The pace turned feral. You fucked her across the table, then dragged her to the oversized couch, bending her over the armrest. She kept taunting you the entire time — every thrust met with a new insult, every insult answered with a harder slam or a rough slap to her ass.

“Faster, hack. I’m barely feeling you,” she panted, even as her legs started to shake.

You spun her around again, pushed her onto her back on the couch, threw one of her legs over your shoulder, and drove deep. Your faces were close once more — hot, ragged breaths colliding as you fucked her with punishing strokes.

“Touch your clit,” you ordered through clenched teeth. “I want to watch you fall apart while you still pretend you don’t want this.”

Sadie glared up at you, eyes glassy with lust and hate, but she reached down and rubbed her swollen clit in fast, angry circles. “Only because I want to cum before you do, loser,” she hissed. “Don’t you dare finish first. I’ll never let you live it down.”

The race was on.

You pounded into her harder, the couch slamming against the wall with every thrust. Sweat mixed with the leftover shower water on your skin. Her small tits bounced with each brutal stroke. Her free hand clawed at your back, nails digging in deep enough to draw red lines.

“Fuck— you’re actually decent at this,” she admitted through a moan, then immediately corrected herself with venom: “Still hate your guts though.”

You grabbed her throat lightly, thumb pressing under her jaw as you stared into her eyes. “Cum for me, you fake little bitch. Let me feel this cunt give up before you do.”

“Make me, asshole,” she shot back, rubbing her clit faster, her walls starting to flutter wildly around your cock. “Don’t you fucking cum yet— ah, fuck—”

The orgasm hit both of you at the same time.

Sadie’s back arched violently, her pussy clamping down around you in rhythmic, powerful pulses as she came with a broken, angry cry. You buried yourself to the hilt and exploded inside her, thick ropes of cum flooding her spasming cunt while you growled her name through gritted teeth.

Neither of you spoke for a long moment.

You both collapsed sideways onto the wide couch, still joined, breathing hard. Your cock eventually slipped out of her, followed by a slow trickle of your combined release. You lay on your backs next to each other, chests heaving, staring at the ceiling.

The room was silent except for your ragged breathing.

After a minute, Sadie let out a low, breathless laugh full of contempt.

“…Not bad for a smug prick who writes trash articles,” she muttered, voice hoarse. She turned her head just enough to glare at you sideways. “Still hate you though. And you’re leaking out of me right now. Disgusting.”

You turned your head to meet her eyes, equally out of breath, a mocking smirk on your face.

“Yeah? Then why are you still clenching like you want round two already?” You reached over lazily and gave one of her tits a rough squeeze. “Admit it — you came harder than you have in months, Sink. And you did it on the cock of the guy who called you fake.”

She slapped your hand away but didn’t move otherwise, still catching her breath. Her green eyes narrowed, lips curling into a wicked, exhausted smirk.

“Dream on, hack. That was barely a warm-up.” She shifted her hips, feeling your cum drip down her thigh, and added with pure venom, “Give me five minutes and I’m climbing on top of you just to prove I can make you beg this time.”

You chuckled darkly, already feeling your cock twitch again at the challenge.

“Five minutes?” You turned onto your side, grabbing her hip possessively and pulling her closer. “Make it two. Because the second you think you’re winning… I’m flipping you over and ruining that attitude all over again.”

Sadie’s eyes flashed with fresh heat. She pushed herself up on one elbow, leaning over you, her wet red hair falling across her freckled chest.

“Bring it, journalist boy,” she whispered, voice dripping with spite and renewed hunger. “Round two starts now. And this time… I’m not letting you cum until I say so.”