I should be livid. I should be yelling at him, throwing things, calling him a sexist and an asshole and something worse.

Instead, I’m kissing him, and I can’t help myself.

This is what I was afraid of. The one thing I thought I’d never actually do. And yet here I am, kissing him on my bed, letting him pull my hair and press me close against his muscular body.

The lips I swore I’d never kiss again. The boy that broke my heart.

The man I want more than anything.

He kisses my neck and I feel a sharp breath pull in between my teeth. His hands start to roam my body and there’s a voice in the back of my head telling me to think about what I’m doing but I can’t.

I’m done with thinking. I need this. I grab his hair and pull his mouth toward mine, kissing him hard and moving over, straddling him.

I press my ass down in his lap and kiss him deeply. He grunts his pleasure and grabs the hem of my shirt, tugging it up over my head. I let him take it off, my hair spilling down around me as he tosses it onto the floor.

I gasp as he kisses my neck and unhooks my bra. It slides off and he kisses my chest.

“For years I’ve been picturing this,” he whispers, his hands cupping my breasts. “And you’re even fucking sexier than I could have imagined.”

I smile despite myself and bite his lower lip. “How’s that?” I ask him.

“These breasts… the way you taste… you drive me fucking insane, Viv.” He kisses me again deeply.

I reach down and tug his shirt off, wanting to see his body. I pull it off and look at his rock hard abs and muscular chest. I kiss his neck as he reaches around and cups my ass.

Suddenly he grabs me, lifts me up, and rolls to the side. He pins me down on the bed, his weight on top of me. He grabs my wrists and puts them above my head as he kisses my lips, his tongue hungrily exploring mine.

He releases my wrists and slides down my body, kissing my neck, my collarbone, my breasts, and my stomach. He unbuttons my jeans and slides them down off my body.

I’m wearing a pair of teal panties with lace and he smirks at them. “You knew I’d be here, didn’t you?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No,” I say.

“Sure you did. That’s why you wore these sexy little panties.” He drops down to the floor and tugs my hips toward him, his mouth between my legs before I can think about it. He kisses my wet pussy above my panties, breathing me in deeply.

“God damn,” he whispers. “You’re delicious.” He pushes my panties aside and finds my clit, sucking and licking it hungrily. “Just fucking perfect.”

I gasp and grab his hair as he presses two fingers inside of me. I moan as he slides them deep, his tongue lapping at my pussy. Pleasure rockets through my body as he eats me like that, sucking and fucking my tight little pussy, driving me absolutely wild.

“Fuck, girl,” he grunts, reaching up to cup my breasts with his free hand. He drives his fingers deep inside of me. “Come here. Taste yourself.” He moves up and kisses me deeply.

I can taste my pussy on his lips and I don’t mind at all. It drives me crazy that he’s so dirty. I kiss him full and deep, pulling his hair, wanting it rough, needing it so badly. He pulls back and pushes me back down before tugging my panties off.

I’m completely naked as I prop myself up on my elbows. He stands and unbuckles his belt, pulling it out from the loops. I watch as he takes off his jeans and slowly slides his underwear down his tan, athletic legs.

His cock is thick and long and hard as hell as he strokes it with one hand, his belt in the other.

“What’s that for?” I ask him.

“I’m going to take what I want,” he says to me. “And you’re going to let me. Do you understand?”

I nod, my mouth hanging open. I want to taste that cock, feel it slick between my legs. He’s so hard and big and I’ve never wanted something so badly before in my life.

But he grabs me and rolls me over onto my stomach, putting me there. He grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back before wrapping the belt around them. He tightens it like a cinch and ties it off, leaving me immobile like that.

“Too tight?” he whispers in my ear.

I shake my head. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Only exactly what you want,” he says.

He spreads my legs wide and gets me up on my knees, my face still down in the comforter. I watch as he slides his fingers inside of my pussy again and this time pleasure rockets through me. I’ve never been so aroused before. I can’t move, can’t fight him at all, and I need it so badly I can barely breathe.

He pulls his fingers out and spits into his palm, slowly rubbing it along his hard shaft. I’m buzzing with desire and excitement, pulsing with need and pleasure as it all rushes through my body and my mind. He presses his cock against me and I take a sharp breath.

He’s going to tear me apart. I know he is. He can’t help it.

I gasp as he presses himself inside of me. He grips the belt between my wrists and pulls me back against him. I moan and gasp as pleasure and pain rage through me. He’s so big, I’ve never felt a cock like this one in my entire life. But slowly, he fills me, sliding himself deep into my pussy.

I gasp and look back at him.

“That’s right,” he says. “Now you’re fucking mine, Vivian. You’re all fucking mine.”

He begins to slide himself in and out and I moan as I wiggle my ass against him. I need it, want it harder and faster. I can feel the orgasm buzzing along my skin, waiting just inches away, but he’s teasing me, making it last. I want it so badly I could scream.

He begins to rock into me as I pump back against him. I’m all his, every inch of me, and he treats me like his own personal property. He fucks me rougher, sliding deep inside of me. I feel him slap my ass hard and I gasp as the pleasure spikes through the pain.

“This tight cunt is what I always imagined,” he said. “I always pictured the two of us, fucking until sweat poured from our bodies. But you’re quivering, Vivian. You’re ready to come, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan in response. “God, I don’t know how. But I want it so badly.”

He laughs softly, pumping harder into me. “I know why. It’s the anticipation. You’ve been waiting for this for years, and now that you’re getting it, you can barely control yourself.”

I moan and push my hips back because I know he’s right. For as much as I hate him, I want him in equal measures. He slaps my ass again.

“God, I love this thick ass and hips,” he says, slapping me again and again. “And these fucking lips.” He pulls my wrists, bringing my chest up off the bed, using both arms to hold me up. I look back as he kisses me like that, his cock buried in my pussy.

“You’re my filthy, dirty girl,” he whispers in my ear. “And I’ll always give you what you want.”

He presses me back down on the bed and starts to fuck me fast and rough. I gasp and moan, losing myself in the moment. I’m sweating, my wrists tied behind my back, and he’s expertly working my body, his cock buried in my tight pussy.

But now he’s fucking me like an animal, clearly not holding back anymore. I gasp and moan, throwing my hair over my shoulder, craning my neck to watch him. His body is built, tan and gorgeous, with ripped abs and a thick muscular chest. He grins at me and slaps my ass.

“Good, watch me wreck this cunt,” he says. “I want you to see how fucking dirty you are.”

He slams into me, pummeling me, driving himself deeper and deeper and I know I’m there, I know I can’t stop it anymore. This is what I want and he gives me what I want.

The orgasm rips through me. My whole body tightens in response and my moans reach new depths. He doesn’t hold back, he just keeps pummeling into me, fucking me like a toy, using me for his own. That makes me come harder, pleasure blasting through my mind, bombastic and incredible.

Just as the orgasm slowly ebbs and the final embers begin to darken, he slides himself out of me, pumping his cock with his hand. He pushes me over and rolls me onto my back, my hands pinned behind me.

“Open your mouth,” he commands, and I do as he says.

He comes in thick, warm spurts into my mouth. Some of it dribbles down onto my breasts but I manage to get most of it onto my tongue. I swallow every single drop as he finishes, grunting deep.

As he finishes, he smirks at me. “Nothing sexier than my cum on your perfect tits,” he says.

I smile at him, sweating and breathing deep. He reaches forward and wipes it off me with his fingers and I meet his eyes.

I open my mouth. “Wait,” I say, arching an eyebrow with a slight smile.

His eyes go wide and a smile crosses his lips. He reaches out and presses his cum-covered fingers into my mouth and I suck it all off until he’s nice and clean. I swallow that, too, not wanting to waste a drop.

He groans and kisses me again. As we kiss, he unbuckles the belt and releases my wrists. I pull him tight against me, greedy and still buzzing with need.

I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock. I can feel him starting to stiffen again already.

“Hard again?” I whisper.

“You sucking that cum from my fingers…” He shakes his head. “I can’t help myself.”

“I’m not sure I can handle you just yet.”

He smirks. “We’ll see.”

He kisses me again and I know I have a lot more in store for me. I don’t know where this is going to go beyond this bedroom, but for right here, right now, just for tonight, I’m going to revel in him, in all the pleasure he can give me.