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“Oh, are they at that stage?” I heard Clio ask. “Someone turn the music up!”

What was wrong with these people?

Rascal slammed into my bedroom and tossed me on the bed. I scrambled to get up, and he caught my wrist. Instantly guessing what Rascal was about to do, I squirmed and fought, but I still ended up cuffed. I kicked his knee as he smirked.

“Now you’re going to listen!” he stated.

I lashed out again and started yanking at the cuff, trying to break the slat in the headboard. Seconds later, a hand hit my ass, and I yelped in shock. I turned and bit him in retaliation, and Rascal grinned.

“You sick fuck!” I spat.

He leaned against the wall as I began spewing profanity. The infuriating man looked hot and sexy, and goddamn knew it. That made me even madder. My mouth kept running, and then I choked halfway through insulting his manhood as Rascal stripped off his tee. Moments later his jeans hit the floor as Rascal kicked his boots off. Stark naked, he stood there with his cock in hand, stroking it.

“Put that thing anywhere near me, and I’ll bite it off!”

“You’re going to beg me,” Rascal stated confidently.

“Like fuck,” I snapped, but I was almost there already. Seriously, I’d missed his cock, and the view I’d got the other night had only stirred up memories.

“Keep going, babe. Let me hear what a motherfuckin’ cunt I am,” Rascal smirked. As I ran my mouth, I stripped off my jeans and panties and opened my legs wide. Rascal loudly swallowed, and now I was the one smirking.

I slipped my fingers between my legs and moaned. “God, I’m so wet, do you remember how I feel?” I murmured.

“You little bitch,” Rascal ground out. I raised my free hand and cupped a breast, squeezing through the tee. My nipples were already hard, and I twisted one, moaning slightly.

Rascal shifted, and I knew I had his attention. I slid slowly down my stomach and back to my pussy. Drops of precum dripped from Rascal’s cock. Our sex life had been great, but never this desperate. Heat was rising, and I felt like I was about to combust. I wanted to fuck, not make love, but fuck. Hard, raw, and dirty. I pinched my clit and moaned long and loud. My body reacted, wet fever pooling between my legs, and I squirmed, rubbing them together.

My eyes closed as need swept through me, and I twisted onto my knees. Behind me, Rascal groaned at the sight of my ass in the air.

“You either fuck me now, or don’t touch me,” I breathlessly whispered as I kept playing with my clit. I didn’t see Rascal move, but he settled between my legs, and the tip of his cock nudged my entrance. I shoved backwards, but Rascal moved too.

“Beg,” Rascal demanded.

“Fuck you, asshole,” I moaned and pinched my nub. My breathing sped up as my pussy fluttered. I didn’t need Rascal to make me come. I arched my back.

“Oh God,” I cried as I began to spasm.

“Bitch!” Rascal groaned and pushed inside. My walls clamped down as I tipped over the edge and came hard. I milked it for as long as possible as I tumbled into pure sensation. My entire body felt primed, sensitive, and needy.

“Fuck me roughly,” I ordered, and Rascal pulled out and slammed back in. A little frisson of pain ran through me, and my walls clenched around him.

“Yes, like that, make it hurt,” I begged.

Harsh fingers gripped my hips as Rascal obeyed. Every thrust went deeper, and I cried out as my entire body came alive. A hand crashed down hard on my butt cheek and made me jump, adding to the thrill.

Rascal’s breathing met mine, frantic, gasping, desperate, as he spread the wetness around my ass. Anal play wasn’t something we’d ever did but now I didn’t care. I wanted it.

“Take it,” I growled out. Rascal didn’t hesitate and shoved a finger in.

I was shocked at the intrusion, but Rascal didn’t stop. He kept pounding into my pussy as his fingers stretched my ass and he pushed two in. The bite of pain hit me in the right spot, and with a shattered scream, I came apart in Rascal’s hands. Moments later I felt him spill inside me. Holding me still and grinding against me as he shot his own load. His hand slapped my butt again as I dropped onto my front.

My own juices spilt alongside his down my thighs, and I didn’t give a shit. I was on birth control, so there was no risk of pregnancy. Rascal collapsed beside me and pulled me close. Our bodies were slick with sweat and the results of our lovemaking.

“I hate you,” I murmured.

“I love the way you hate me.”

“This is just hate fucking.”