[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
You don't own me I'm not just one of your many toys You don't own me Don't say I can't go with other boys
- You Don't Own Me by Lesley Gore
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Shit.
Am I completely insane? Why do I want to provoke him all the time...I know why, because it excites the shit out of me that he then snaps.
I didn't know that you can get so fucking sore and tired from sex. My muscles hurt and I was somehow still like in my own little world, high from my two strong orgasms that were probably the strongest I ever had.
Harry had definitely not held back and let his hatred run wild, just like I had wanted. I had loved it. He's the first man who fucking knew exactly what he was doing and how to use his dick...just like his tongue.
With every sentence in the car I had provoked and teased him further and further to push him completely to the end of his limit, fully expecting to get a reaction from him. Nevertheless, he had surprised me because he had become so furious with rage that I thought for a short time he would kill me right away.
For this part, however, my dress had to step in...and my pussy....
Men are really easy to control and since I, even if involuntarily, got to know Harry better over the last time, I knew exactly which buttons to push. The line with the comparison that he is a child was good, especially the one where I meant he gives me small dick dick energy.
But I knew that I would hit the bull's eye by saying that he doesn't hate me anymore. That triggered his final reaction, and all the talk in the car combined with the action in the club led to the best sex I've ever had.
However, I've already noticed that every time after we had sex I thought that and yet it surpasses the next time again and again....
Fuck, I was almost embarrassed that I needed support from Harry, but otherwise I would never make it to the bathroom. My legs felt like jelly and had Harry not put his arm around my waist, then I would certainly have already fallen over.
"Can you make it in there by yourself?" he asked as we arrived in my room and were now standing outside the bathroom. I nodded weakly and took the last step alone, immediately regretting that I had taken such a big step.
I closed the door and sat down on the toilet to pee and sort out my thoughts. Fuck me, I had done it again, I had slept with Harry again.
What the hell is wrong with me for fuck sake?
How can it be that we are both so weak? We agreed never to do it again... yet here I sit, freshly fucked by Harry who is God knows where right now. But the worst thing is that I don't regret anything about this evening.
