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"you're scared of what you don't know, mike - of what you don't understand, but i could make you understand. i could show you."
mike wheeler and el hopper live two completely different yet ever intersecting lives. after growing up together in h...
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el knew she was beyond fucked up.
i mean, why else would she be writhing naked on the couch of a guy that hates her, a guy that's dick gets rock hard from calling her a whore and slapping her around?
any sane, rational person would be sprinting out the door, looking for help, but not el. all el could do was squeeze her bare thighs together, trying to keep from dripping all over his couch until he had at least gotten his boxers off.
the sickest part about it was how much el loved it. there wasn't much el hadn't tried when it came to sex and drugs. there was nothing she loved more than chasing a high, whether it was from an orgasm or a tablet on her tongue, but nothing had ever felt like this.
the tension, the lust, the hate -- it was intoxicating and consuming. it was fucking euphoria-inducing.
mike fucking hated her, yet he couldn't take his eyes off of her as he pushed down his underwear. no matter how harshly he degraded her, he wanted her. the long, hard cock that bobbed between his legs was just further proof of what she already knew..
her hungry gaze slipped down immediately, and she adjusted herself on the couch, sitting up on her knees as she licked her lips and then swallowed.
"what happened to all that begging you were doing earlier? come on, let me hear it, slut," he snarled, clasping her jaw and making her look up at him. "fucking beg."
all of her self-respect had left her because she complied automatically, "please, mike. please, let me suck on your cock. shove it down my throat. i want you to make me cry and gag on it. i want you to use me."
visible delight flashed in his dark eyes before he was rolling his head back, releasing a bit of tension with a soft groan. "you shouldn't be able to make me feel the way you do," he gritted out once his stare returned back to her. "you shouldn't be able to make me this fucking hard, el," he said, tightening his grip on her jaw. "how the fuck do you do it?"
she swallowed, keeping her wide, devoted eyes aimed at him. "because i'm your whore."
the saddest part was how much she meant it. she knew she did, she knew that no matter how much he hated her, she'd come back for this. she'd end up right where she was, naked and begging on her knees for him.
the most attractive yet sadistic smirk curled his plump lips and he surprised her when he bent over to lay his mouth against hers in the first kiss they'd ever shared.
el didn't kiss much, especially guys. for her, sex was a transaction, and kisses never got her closer to coming so she never had much use for them. sure, she'd kiss whatever guy or girl she was planning to fuck some before their clothes were off -- before it was decided that they'd be fucking. but once she knew she was getting what she wanted, she'd turn her lips away and let them kiss her neck and body.
she already knew she was gonna get exactly what she wanted from mike, yet she found herself not wanting to turn her lips away.
so when his hand moved from her jaw to slot into her hair and his tongue slipped through her lips, she sat up even higher on her knees, offering him more access. she whined around his tongue, grasping his sides and pulling him closer.
