In San Francisco, an important lawyer Madison (27 years old), contemplates ending it all one day, exhausted about everything. This was maybe a sign, as she suddenly meets an incredible man, or so she thought. Madison's fights against her feeling as...
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It was Sunday, and two days had passed since that heated argument with Javier. The anger still simmered inside me, bubbling up every time I replayed his harsh words in my mind. I couldn't shake the feeling of injustice, of being wronged, and it gnawed at me relentlessly.
That's why I found myself heading to Javier's house. Night had already fallen, and though I had to admit I was a bit drunk, I knew that the bottle of wine I had consumed was just the catalyst, pushing me to confront him. I was still aware of what I was doing, the alcohol merely gave me the courage I needed to follow through.
The walk seemed to pass in a blur, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of his door, my fist rapping against it. Time dragged on, feeling like an eternity until the door finally creaked open.
Javier stood there, looking disheveled and tired. He had a beer bottle in one hand, along with a cigar. His hair was tousled, and he wore a white shirt, open to reveal his fit torso. His trousers were unbuttoned, allowing a glimpse of the elastic of his boxers.
He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes sweeping up and down my body. Then he laughed, a low, mocking sound. "And what did I say? I knew you would end up coming to me."
Without thinking, I slapped his cheek, but his smile remained firmly in place. "You have no right to tell me the things you told me the other day," I began, my voice shaking with anger. "I'm not a whore. You're the one who keeps fucking everything that moves."
Javier's smile only widened as he took another sip of his beer, stepping closer to me. His confidence, his arrogance, only fueled my rage.
"You think you can judge me?" I spat. "You, who can't keep it in his pants for more than a day?"
He took another step closer, his breath mixing with the scent of alcohol and cigar. "Madison, you're just angry because you know I'm right," he murmured, his face inches from mine. Our lips brushed ever so slightly, but I held my ground.
"You're a jerk," I whispered, feeling a shiver run down my spine. And then he kissed me. I followed him inside, kicking the door shut behind us. His smell-cologne mixed with alcohol and cigar smoke-was intoxicating.
I pushed him away, my fists pressing against his chest. "I hate you," I said, but my words lacked conviction. He simply looked at me, silent, as I continued to walk towards him. We moved together, him backwards, me forwards, until we reached his bedroom.
"You think you can say whatever you want to me and get away with it?" I demanded, my voice rising. He placed his beer and cigar on a small table beside him, his eyes never leaving mine.
He grabbed me by the ass, lifting me and tossing me onto the bed. "You want me so badly, even while you're talking shit about me," he taunted, crawling over me. His hand cupped my cheeks, forcing me to look at him. "You didn't come here to argue, Madison. You came here because you want me to fuck you."
His words sent a thrill through me, a mix of anger and undeniable desire. "You're so full of yourself," I shot back, but my voice was breathless, betraying me.
I slapped him again trying unsuccesfully to erase his smile, and then I wrapped my arms around his neck to get him close and kiss him, hard and demanding. He kissed me back, pouring all our pent-up frustration and longing into it. I hated how much I wanted him, how he could get under my skin like this. But I couldn't deny it any longer.
My hands managed to take off his shirt and toss it away, and then lowered to his pants to move them down.
I lifted my body enough so that he could take off my pants, which took my panties with them. He then lifted my t-shirt and removed in just some seconds.
"Turn around," he demanded looking at me directly into my eyes.
"Shut the fuck up, you don't tell me what to do," I said in anger, but he put his hands on both sides of my waist and turned me around, making me stay upside down.
I felt his breath in my ear. "You do as I say," he whispered and then stood up, I could see that he took off his pants and boxers, and then came back over me. "I'm going to have to teach you to be a good girl," he slapped my ass.
"Go fuck yourself Peña," I said but he grabbed my hair making me lift up my head.
"You are a really spoiled bitch," he slapped again my ass and a moan went out of my mouth. "That's how you talk to your boss?," he slapped again and I kept moaning.
"My boss isn't a womanizer to tries to fuck every woman in his company."
His hand on my hair went to my neck. "I see you didn't notice how he look at you, I bet that once he gets home, he starts jerking off just thinking about you," I felt his fingers suddenly inside of me, and I oppened my legs unconsciously. "At least I don't hide."
I had no strength to speak, I was focused on trying to hold myself back, clutching at the sheets as his fingers moved inside me.
"Javier," I moaned as I noticed his fingers slipping out of me.
He unclasped my bra, and held my body to put me in doggy style. "That's it, moan my name like a whore."
"You son of a bitch," I clung to the sheets.
Holding my waist, he entered me fast, with quick thrusts, moving my waist as he wanted. "You've been bad, I have to give you what you deserve," he pounded my ass again making me moan.
He continued to move, the bed felt like it was going to break at any moment, crashing against the wall, creaking with every movement.
At one point he pushed me over making me lie face down again, then turned me over again. Now I could see his face, sweaty, full of rage. His chest was rising and falling fast at the rapid breathing.
He grabbed my legs and pulled me towards him, pulling me back into him, he gave no respite, he had no intention of stopping. Moving his waist, he bent his arms to rest his elbows on either side of me, bringing his body closer to mine.
I brought my hands to his back to dig my nails into them. "You think you're so important Peña, and you're just another one of the bunch," I said trying to provoke him even more, and indeed, my effect worked, as he moved faster and faster.
"Aren't you going to shut the fuck up," he said angrily, and slapped me across the face and then held my neck, just enough so I could breathe, but enough so I couldn't speak. "You don't know how to respect, you fucking brat."
His free hand grabbed my breasts, and with his thumb he caressed my nipples giving me more and more pleasure.
Our rage and pleasure were united at this moment, and we couldn't control ourselves, such was our anger that we were bringing out the worst in each other.
My body arched as I felt the inevitable, and it was when I felt him come inside me that my body exploded with pleasure next to his.
He didn't let go of my neck, remaining motionless for a few seconds still inside me, and then he collapsed next to me. I turned my head to look at him, his eyes were closed, his chest was heaving from rapid breathing, and his body was all sweaty. It might be the hottest image I'd have in my mind etched in my mind right now.
He took a deep sigh and sat on the edge of the bed without looking at me. He grabbed a new cigarette from his dresser drawer, lit it, and reached up to grab some sweatpants from his closet. He went to the door, grabbed his beer and slammed the door without so much as a glance at me.
I don't know what the hell this was all about, I definitely enjoyed it, I let out all my anger, but I don't know what it was for him. I don't know if he's still angry, I don't know if he's over it after this?
