Let Her In

I walked inside and left the door open behind me.

“Heyo! Anyone home?” I called out. No one answered.

I turned to my ex as she followed me into the kitchen. Her smirk disappeared when she saw my face.

"Wait. I don't like that expression. You're planning something, aren't you?" she asked.

By way of answering, I picked her up and sat her on the kitchen counter. I pulled apart the straps of her dress to expose her breasts and grabbed them roughly, twisting her nipples.

"Ow!" she cried. "Not so rough!"

I leaned forward and bit her earlobe. "This is all you're getting for foreplay," I growled into her ear, "because I'm not kissing your mouth, and I'm not doing anything you could call nice or sweet. So if you want me to ram my cock into you dry right now, I'll do it. You'll feel even tighter."

She shuddered. "No."

"You want to be punished? You ask me to take my **** out on your body? That's what I'm about to do."

"Okay."

I pulled back to face her and looked her in the eyes. "I'm done talking. If you want to leave right now, go. Otherwise, I'm about to do everything I always wanted to you. Everything I didn't want to bring up because I was afraid I'd scare you off, everything you never allowed me to."

She bit her lip. "Like what?"

I leaned forward and bit her neck, marking her as mine. I dropped to her nipples and bit them, not enough to leave a mark, but she had sensitive nipples and I knew it was like a light switch to turning her on. She was never a big fan of pain, but I didn’t care.

I reached under her dress and found her panties, and this somehow annoyed me so I ripped them off her.

“Mike!” she gasped.

Instead of throwing them aside, I stuffed them in her mouth.

“Mmmph?”

My fingers slid between her thighs and I was surprised how wet she was already. My pants fell to the floor and I pulled Jasmine’s legs over my shoulders before ramming into her unceremoniously.

“Mmm!” she grunted as the sounds of hate fucking echoed throughout the kitchen.

I focused on the pain I’d felt for the past two months in order to take out my frustration on the small girl sprawled out on the counter in front of me. I wanted to make sure when she left my house she would be crawling on her hands and knees, or at least limping away.

I was going deep, but I didn’t feel like I was getting the right angle, so I grabbed her ankles and flipped her on her side to ravage her from behind. She cried out as I slammed into her, though I couldn’t tell if it was a sign of pleasure or pain. I gripped the cold granite counter and used it for support as I fucked her as hard as I’d fucked anyone.

It wasn’t long before this wasn’t enough, so I grabbed her ass, picked her up, and pushed her body against the wall all without ever leaving her pussy. For the first time since we began fucking she caught my eyes, and I was surprised by the amount of vulnerability behind them.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Son of a bitch.

I dropped her right there on the kitchen floor and she landed with a thud.

“Oww! What the hell?”

“So that’s what this was,” I said as I turned to walk away.

“Wait! Why did you drop me?”

“Consider yourself revenged."