What the fuck?

She’s kissing me?

No matter how fucking weird this is, I can’t stop kissing her either. Her mouth tastes divine, and I want … no, I won’t take anything less.

But when her lips momentarily unlatch from mine, she slaps me again.

And proceeds to kiss me again.

Her kisses aren’t sweet or nice.

They’re frantic. Harsh. Frenzied. Like a girl addicted to my love, desperately trying to fight withdrawal while also trying to kick the habit.

“Fuck …” she murmurs, and she bites my lip, drawing more blood. “I fucking hate you so much right now.”

“Hmm … I can tell,” I muse, licking the top of her lips and pulling her closer. “And I fucking hate that too.”

“Fuck you; you’re the cause of all this,” she whispers as I let my tongue roam free across her neck.

“You were the one who seduced me. This is what you get,” I tease, licking her skin.

She leans back and tries to smack me again, but this time I grasp both her wrists and pin them to the wall. “You wanna do this the hard way? You got it,” I growl, and I nudge her legs apart with my knee. “But I’m not going anywhere, and you know it.”

“Damn you,” she hisses, so I cover her mouth with mine to stop the complaining.

She wants this.

She clearly does, or she wouldn’t have kissed me.

She’s just mad that she does, and that’s okay. I’m pissed off too.

But that doesn’t mean we can’t fix this shit.

And what better way to make up than with a bit of hard, rough fucking? Nothing.

So I curl my fingers under her shirt and rip it off, not giving a shit that it’s tearing at the seams. And lucky me … she’s not even wearing a bra.

“Hey!” she calls out, but I smother her with more kisses and lick the seam of her mouth until she parts her lips and lets me in. My tongue always shuts her up.

Her tits are a handful and feel so nice as I rub my thumb across her nipples, hardening them.

“You know you like this,” I murmur against her lips, grinning like a motherfucker as I twist her nipple.

“Shut up,” she growls, and she rakes her fingers through my hair as she kisses me.

“We’ll see about that,” I mutter. “After I take your ass.”

Her comeback is to rip off my shirt and buttons fly everywhere.

I love it when she gets feisty.

I spin her around so she’s facing the wall. “Mine.”

“Mine? You wish,” she says, so I push my hard-on against her thighs.

“Oh yes, you’re mine, all right. Feel this? That’s what you do to me. That’s how crazy you make me, even when we hate each other’s guts.”

“Just fuck me. I’m done talking,” she hisses, eyeing me from over her shoulder as my hand slithers down her belly.

I rip down her zipper and pull the button loose, taking down her pants and underwear in one go.

She squeals again, but I cover her mouth with my hand and whisper, “Don’t want the kids to hear you moan …”

She still looks furious as my hand dives between her legs. I grin when I feel her slickness, even when she tries to keep her legs together.

“See?” I muse.

“I so wanna smack that grin off your face,” she growls.

“You can try … but nothing can beat this.” I rub my fingers up and down her slit, slowly easing her into it until her legs part and I can swivel across her clit. “As much as I hate to say it … you’re mine now, and I don’t let go of what’s mine.”

I wrap my arm around her waist as I finger fuck her with my other hand, making sure she feels how serious I am. When she bites her lip, I tear down my own zipper and pull out my rock-hard cock. I spread her cheeks and ram it into her pussy, fully burying myself inside her.

“God … that feels good,” I groan, thrusting in again.

I grab her wrists and pin them to her back as I slam into her hard and fast, not giving a shit whether this is right or wrong.

My eyes travel across her body and then end up finding a wooden cross with round edges on the wall. And I get this crazy idea. I rip it off the wall and spit on the end then I push the top into her ass.

“What the fuck—”

“You know how I like to fuck …” I muse, pushing it in farther while I spit on it some more for easy lube. In and out the tip of the round cross goes, giving her double the pleasure… and me double the fun.

I know it’s wrong. I know it’s sacrilegious.

And I know that I don’t give a shit because I want this more than anything right now.

The more I fuck her, the easier the round cross goes inside, until it’s buried deep inside her. I twist it around until I hear her moan, and then I slap her ass for good measure. I know she can feel that, which is exactly why I do it again, only this time on the other cheek.

“You like it when I fuck you like an animal,” I growl.

“Fuck you,” she murmurs again.

“Exactly,” I muse, smiling as I thrust harder.

I wrap my arm around her waist and let my hand slide down between her legs. I grip her pussy and fondle her clit, circling it with fervor. God, I fucking love this—just getting wild after a big fight.

I speed up the pace as I bang her against the wall, making sure her senses are on overload. Her moans turn me on so much that I can barely contain myself. But first … I wanna feel her fall apart so I know we’re still good.

After all … I don’t think any man can give her what she needs as well as I do.

She wants me just as much as I want her. She can deny that all she wants, but she and I both know that’s a lie.

So I pump harder and give her everything I have until her knees grow weak and her body begins to buck against my hand. Her engorged nub thumps under my finger, and her muscles contract around me, sending delicious shockwaves down my length.

“Fuck …” I hiss, pulling out before I come too. I’m not done with her yet.

As she’s panting, I swiftly grab her off the floor and throw her over my shoulder with the round cross still plugging her ass.

“What are you doing?” she squeals as I walk her to the table and put her down on her back, making sure her butt sticks out. When she parts her lips again, I place a finger in her mouth and push the cross further in, making her groan.

“Enough talking … now, it’s my turn,” I say.

I quickly pull out the cross and flip it around to the clean side. Then I stuff it into her pussy.

With a firm grip, I lift her legs and prop them against my pecs. Spitting on my dick, I push it into her tiny hole, burying myself deep in her ass until I find that sweet spot again.

She licks her lips, saying, “You’re an ass man, aren’t you?”

I grin and bite my lip. “Isn’t that obvious?”

Groaning with excitement, I thrust in and out, enjoying the feel of her tightness, while I move the cross around too. She seems to like it, despite the fact I’m tainting the holy cross.

However, her hand slips out from behind her back … holding a knife.

Shit. She must’ve gotten it off the counter when I flipped her on my back. Sneaky fuck.

She puts it against my throat, but I don’t stop fucking her. If I’m going to die, this is the happiest place I could be.

“Do it,” I say, inching closer.

She grinds her teeth, the blade almost piercing my skin. “You deserve it …”

A few seconds pass by, and I stare at her, wondering if she’s going to make the decision.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask.

She rubs her lips together, breathing loudly through her nose as she gazes me in the eyes. “Nothing.”

I move closer, allowing a drop of blood to roll down my neck. “I’ll help.”

But she doesn’t push. Instead, she pulls away each time I get a little closer. And the longer this moment lasts, the more agitated she seems to get. “Fuck!”

Growling, she throws the knife away and grabs my collar, kissing me so hard I swear my cock got even stiffer. I return her frenzied kisses with passionate ones, giving her all the licks and warmth she needs right now while also claiming her as mine.

She tastes so delicious; I could kiss her all day, every day. That’s how addicted I am.

When our lips unlatch, she murmurs, “God, I hate you so much.”

I smile. “You already said that, but you can’t get enough either, can you?”

“No, so fuck me. Hard. Fast. I don’t care; just do it dirty and do it good.”

I lick my lips and wink as she drops back to the table. “My specialty.”

My pants drop to my feet, but I don’t give a shit. I’m too focused on giving her everything she needs. I push the cross in deeper and bury myself inside her too, making her feel the fullness. I don’t stop until I see her mouth make an O shape, at which point I pull out and thrust back in completely again.

Her muscles clench, and I know she’s coming again. Grabbing her tits, I pump her like a madman, the sound of her moans keeping me going.

“You ready for me, babe?”

“Fuck, yes,” she moans, her nails digging into the wood. “Come all over me.”

Her filthiness pushes me over the edge, so I pull my dick out and jerk off until I come, spurting my cum all over her tits. It even reaches as far as her mouth, and she licks up the drops like a druggie. Goddamn … I think I’m in love with this woman.

When I’m spent and gasping for air, I lower her legs and the cross drops to the floor. She sits up straight, still leaning back on the palms of her hand as I stand between her naked thighs, wondering how we go from here.

With pursed lips, she glares at me, and I do the same. But I also grab her hand and pull it up to my mouth, kissing the top to show her it’s not just about the sex.

However, there’s no time for more because one second later, someone’s jerking on the door handle.

“Shit!” she whispers, and she shoves me aside and jumps off the table to quickly grab her clothes and run into her bedroom.

“Fuck, where are you going?” I hiss, trying to find my shirt and all the buttons, but I’m running out of time. The door is almost open, and I’m still butt-naked, hopping around while I desperately try to pull up my pants. And right as two boys waltz inside, I manage to jump into her room and slam the door shut.

I’m pretty sure they saw my ass.