The Second Worst Love Story Ever (+18)

16. Especially When You Hate Me

I grabbed Valentina's neck and forced her face against the table when she tried to get up. Her squeal of mixed surprise, pain, and arousal only made me the hornier, and I kept slamming against that sweet, dripping pussy. I ran my free hand through her sweaty back, knowing it drove her crazy.

"Who's the fucking boss?" I asked.

"It's... you... Ash... Oh, God!"

She gasped, completely vulnerable as my hand slid down to her ass and bam! I slapped it so hard you could take my fingerprints from the red marks I had left. And just like that, she came. She had always liked it rough, but we had been going a little further for the last few days. She was the one who asked for it, almost as if she wanted me to punish her for being such a bad girl, and boy, how I loved to punish her.

I kept ramming again and again inside her. I could see her cunt getting red and slightly swollen, but she begged me not to stop. No way I was going to stop. With her legs spread wide open and my balls banging against her clit, I had found my Nirvana. She screamed and lifted her hips like a bitch in heat, begging as I shook the table with my thrusts. I swear to God I have no idea how we hadn't broken that table yet.

My pushes got sloppy and frantic as I finally reached my limit. Every muscle tensed up and relaxed, and I had to admit to myself that nobody could make me come like she could. Every time it felt like my nerves had been set on fire then melted. It was the best feeling in the world.

I nuzzled her back, making her shiver under me, lost in post-coital bliss. Her walls constricted beautifully around my length and coated it together with my own fluids, making a slippery heaven of prolonged pleasure.

Wait.

"Fuck," I mumbled, eyes wide. I slid out of her and took the condom off. It was nearly empty.

She looked behind her. "Oh, God... Nonononononono."

This was a straight-up disaster. She had to stop taking the pill long ago because it was making her hormones go crazy, so we were always careful. Besides, who could guarantee that she didn't fuck that boyfriend of hers without protection whenever she flew back to Seattle to check on the shop?

"Calm down, okay? Everything is gonna be fine," I said.

"How can you say that?"

I didn't have an answer. I went to dispose of the damn broken condom. When I came back, I put my underwear back on and sat with her. She was almost fully clothed already.

"Look at me." I tilted her chin. "It's okay. Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

"But what if--"

"No. We cannot panic right now."

"What are we gonna do, Ash?"

"First things first. We're gonna go to the drugstore and get you an emergency pill." I projected my voice with confidence I didn't really have on me to put her at ease. "Then you can stay here with me for the day. I know how much these can mess you up. I'll take care of you, okay?"

She only nodded, and we did as I said. Thank God we were lucky enough not to be recognized. Can you imagine what it would be like if someone had seen me getting emergency pills for Val?

When we came back, she took the pill and lay on my bed, fetal position. I lay by her side and, after a while, I could see she was uncomfortable. I'd seen those grimaces before. She tossed and turned until she was lying with her back to me, but for some reason, I didn't dare touch her.

"Do you need me to get anything?" I said.

"No," she answered in a weak voice. "Thanks for taking care of me... especially when you hate me."