Page 57 of Hate Like Ours

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But it feels good as hell because of her tight-as-fuck pussy. I wonder how tight her ass is. I moan at the thought of sinking inside her ass but I’ll leave that for the next time I fuck her. She is after all, my three-hole slut.

I’m not a selfish man, so I push my finger down to her pussy and start strumming her clit, while I’m still pumping her pussy full of cock. In no time, she’s screaming as her orgasm washes over her.

Her legs and her entire body are shaking. I grab onto her hips and pin her to the bed while I fuck her into the mattress. A few minutes later, I’m pumping her pussy full of my cum, letting out a grunt as my seed spills into her pussy. I feel some of it start to leak out and coat my cock inside her.

I look down as cum spills out her pussy. She’s in a starfish position now with her arms and legs splayed out on the bed. I drop down so that my body covers hers.

“That was such a good fuck. You took my cock and cum like the good cum-hungry slut that you are,” I whisper in her ear, and she stiffens.

“You weren’t even that good, asshole!” she snaps and I laugh.

I bend down to whisper in her ear again. “Should I post the video online then and take a poll to see who would agree that you loved coming on my cock just now?” I ask, and she immediately stiffens before trying to buck me off her body. I make things easier for her and get off her in one swift movement.

“What did I ever do to you to make you hate me so much?” she asks, sniffling, but I pay no mind to it.

I pull on my boxers and then my pants. Once my pants are on, I push my hand into my pocket and grab my wallet. I take two dollar bills out and in a loud voice say, “Here are the two dollars we agreed upon for your services,”

She looks at me with a look of disbelief on her face as I throw the bills onto her bed next to her. A flash of hurt and pain flashes in her eyes but I don’t care. This is war and there can only be one winner.

I grab my phone and stop the recording before pushing my phone into my pocket and putting my shirt back on.

“Get out” she says in a low, hollow voice.

I smirk at her before turning on my heel and walking out of her room. All in all, today turned out to be a great day. I have more blackmail material on her and I got my dick wet. Nothing makes you feel better than fucking someone out of your system and then making them feel like the nothing that they are. As I step outside her house, I see a car drive past but I don’t think anything of it.



“Here arethe two dollars we agreed upon for your services,” Knox says, a little loud into the room.

I look up at him with disbelief etched across my face as he throws the two dollar bills onto the bed next to me.

A slice of pain passes through me and I know it’s probably showing on my face. I was never good at hiding my emotions. My face could always tell you what I’m thinking. But how dare this asshole come here and act like a fucking tool?

What the hell did you expect, Raine? You know the guy has hated you since you stepped foot in this hellhole town.

A second later, I see him pull his phone out from where he had it hidden. Great. He recorded us again. I’m sure it’s more blackmail material for him to use against me. I can’t believe I didn’t think of the possibility that he’d record me again, even though he’s done it before.

I’m so fucking stupid and now I feel dirty. Everything that just happened is now tainted by the cruel man standing before me. I feel myself getting choked up at how stupid I was, yet again.

He’ll never not hate me. I don’t know why I keep hoping that it’ll change.I’m the biggest fool if there ever was one.

“Get out,” I say in a voice that sounds dead and hollow even to my own ears, as I watch him get dressed like he didn’t just literally fuck my world up again. The saddest thing is that I keep letting him.

He smirks at me as he turns on his heels and walks out of my room, whistling like he doesn’t have a care in the world, or rather, he doesn’t care about the destruction he causes. I’m left, feeling like I’m breaking from the inside out. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless?

As soon as I hear the front door close behind him, I burst into tears. Sobs rack my body as I sit on my bed, arms wrapped around my knees. I rock back and forth, willing the pain and tears to go away. But the more I try to stop, the harder I cry.

I’m still in just my hoodie with no panties on and I can feel his cum dripping out of my pussy. I hate myself a little more. I let him take me when he wants because I want his attention even if it’s just a scrap of it. I’m definitely as fucked in the head as he is. I’m sure someone like him doesn’t even have self-hate related issues.

I curl up into a ball and sob until I’m too tired to cry anymore. I feel like shit by the time I’m done crying. The only thing that can be heard in my room is the sniffling. Eventually, I get up and strip the sheets off my bed. I can’t bear to lay on it anymore, knowing what happened on it earlier. Once I’m done, I put some new sheets on my bed before heading into the bathroom to take a bath and wash all his cum off me.

Without thinking too much about it, I grab my razor and step into the tub with it. I sit in the hot water and then place the blade against my skin. I make a slice and watch as crimson drops bleed out of the cut and drip down my arm and into the water.

I’m mesmerized at the sight of the blood falling into the water and turning it pink. Tears stream down my face at the sight. I don’t want to hurt myself but I can’t seem to stop doing it either.

I don’t know what else to do to cope with the stress and anxiety along with the depression that each day brings. I’m slipping further down into the abyss and I don’t know how to make it stop.