*Sasha Pov*
The thing I hate more than sea food is someone blaming me for something they did.
Why am I telling you this? Well, why am I having a heated argument with Justin in a hotel room as we making out?
Don't ask how it happened, it just happened.
Somehow when I decide to stop whatever is between us we always end up doing it.
"This is so fucking wrong!" I yell/moan as his hands play with my turn on spot on my hips.
A spot I didn't realize I had until now.
Justin nibbles in my bottom lips before placing a hickey on my chest, "What we do may be wrong but it feels right."
I watch him ready to come in but I place my hands on his chest, "Bitch, fucking wear a condom, I don't want another little Beiber."
Justin rolls his eyes, "Fine, let me see my jeans."
I reach over handing him his pants, "Don't pout, you're not the one who has to carry a child."
"Yeah, yeah." He slips on the condom and continue where we left off.
My nails dig into his back as he penetrates my insides.
His tongue roams my mouth and he thrust at a much more intense speed and pressure than more.
I bury my face into his shoulder clawing at his back feeling the intensity.
Justin leaves multiple hickeys on my neck and shoulder as he continues to thrust.
No words are exchanged throughout this intimate process.
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"Damn girl, you nearly peeled my skin off." Justin chuckles walking back into the room from the bathroom turning to show his back full of red marks.
I glare at him to cover the blush, "Eat shit."
He sits next to me on the bed I was laying on and rubs my shoulder, "Don't be selfish, show me how cute you are."
"Dumbass, I'm not cute, cute is for kids." I roll onto my side.
"Fine." He lays down next to me wrapping his arms around my waist kissing my neck, "There's about thirty marks on your neck because of me."
I look back and glare at him, "Didn't I say to eat shit?"
He chuckles pulling my closer to him, "There you go again being selfish."
"How exactly am I being selfish?" I roll my eyes directly them back to my phone I was playing Candy Crush on.
Justin makes circles with his thumbs on my waist, "You just are."
"You are a douche."
"Well I do clean the pussy good, don't I?" I can hear his smirk.
I elbow him in the stomach, "Eat shit."
We sit in silence for a while before Justin speaks, "You're mom said you're not going to the wedding?"
I look directly at him then sigh, "Well, yeah."
"Why?"
"Because I can't do this and pretend to be happy for you and Selena." I avoid looking at him by playing the game.
He tightens his hold around me, "Alright, I can't force you but I hope you do go."
Great, just fucking great, go ahead and guilt trip me you asshole.
