Daddy Issues

61 - Pussy

TW: Sexual content

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'Harder,' I yell out, gripping the kitchen table to hold my balance.

'I'm fucking you as hard as I can.'

'You're such a fucking pussy, Calvin.'

Calvin? Yes, that's right. The douchebag that lied to me about being single, which led to his girlfriend trying to beat me up at the park. What can I say? Desperate times.

The only people that hang out at bars or clubs at Christmas Eve are the losers that can't even get their families to spend time with them. So I guess it was no surprise that I ran into him.

I was already far too drunk to tell him to fuck off when he approached me. He told me he'd broken up with his girlfriend in Brazil because she was being crazy. Which probably just means he cheated on her again.

He's an asshole. But I was very drunk and trying very hard not to feel any of the feelings I had about Mom blowing me off, so before I knew it, we were on the dancefloor together and he was stuffing his hand down my dress. Down my mother's dress, really. That's now tossed away into a corner of Calvin's apartment.

I gasp when he grabs me by the back of my neck and pulls me up to him. One hand keeps digging into my hip, pulling me to him with every thrust to make him go deeper. The other is now wrapped around my throat, holding me close to his face.

'Who are you calling a pussy, you dirty slut?'

'Don't call me a-'

He cuts me off by pressing his mouth onto mine. I moan onto his lips while his hand travels down from my throat to my breast and takes a firm hold of it. At least he still knows how to fuck. I haven't thought about my mother in hours.

I gasp again when he suddenly pushes me back onto the table. Then his hand wraps into my hair to pull my head slightly upwards. I grab a hold of the side of the table again and moan loudly.

'Is this hard enough for you?'

'No,' I pant. Though it kind of is. The table is rocking so hard we've moved it halfway across the kitchen. But I don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he's already about to make me come hard. I still hate him.

'I barely feel anything.'

'How 'bout now?'

I yell out when he lets go of my hair to spank me. He does not hold back.

'Do that again,' I groan.

So he does. Again. And again. And again. Driving his dick deep inside of me each time.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' he yells out as he comes. All I can do is moan so loud I'm surprised his neighbors haven't come to complain.

Then it's over. I let myself fall down onto the table, while Calvin catches his breath behind me, his dick still inside of me. A tremor goes through me when he moves his fingers up my back and brushes my hair away so he can see my face.

'I almost forgot you moan like a whore that has her rent due.'

'Shut up, asshole.'

'What?' he grins. 'That's a compliment.'

I sigh a little when the substantial length of him slides out of me. But he takes a hold of my shoulder to pull me up and turns me around.

'Aren't you going to thank me?' he asks me, looking at me with that cocky grin of his.

'Thank you for what?'

'For making you come like that, baby.'

I roll my eyes when he takes my chin between his fingers and leans down to kiss my neck. He really is at his best when he doesn't talk.