Throw caution to the wind

"I want my phone back," she said and nodded once. "But, I have to pay for it, don't I? I want you to fuck me again," she whispered. Her brain had melted at her words. She could not believe she said that. It wasn't computing. At all. "It's a big payout for that phone so, you better take it before I change my mind."

Sam leaned in and kissed her hard. His left hand darted behind her head and grabbed her hair as he **** his tongue into her mouth again. His other hand worked to free his cock once more and pulled his pants down around his knees as he straddled the toilet. He broke the kiss only long enough to grab the lapel of Nicole's shirt with both his hands and pulled it hard in a tearing motion. All of the buttons of her blouse flew off and fell to the floor, clattering as they did and effectively ruining her shirt.

Nicole let out a yelp of surprise and the look of befuddlement was clearly evident on her youthful face. He grabbed her her bra and pulled it away from her chest. She watched as he looked at her a moment and smiled. "Wait, Sam, wait!" she said but it was too late.

Her bra had a clasp at the back, not the front. Sam pulled hard and twisted the bra, his left hand one direction and his right the other. Sure enough he tore the bra in half after a moment of pulling. Nicole could have stopped him but she did nothing. The bra separated at the center of her breasts and exposed her chest to him.

"Sam, what the fuck?!" she asked as she looked down at two pieces of ruined clothing.

He grinned and leaned close to her lips. "Steep price. You said so yourself," he said and his hands moved towards her skirt. She knew he intended to ruin her skirt too.

Nicole huffed and she stared blankly at him. Her mind was in overdrive and made little sense in the way of rationality. It was essentially repeating the word 'FUCK' over and over. Her body couldn't deny what it was feeling though. She wanted him and was in love with the idea that he was tearing her clothes apart.