I'm going to come.
Rising once more to the pinnacle of my pleasure, my back arches. He fucks harder, with way more force, as if my reaction fuels his fury.
My hand flies up, palm cracking across his cheek before I shove at his face, fingers squishing against his nose to force him back.
He twists his head to dodge, then snaps back, teeth clamping down on one of my fingers, trapping it between them.
“Ow!” The cry bursts out of me.
My other hand dives into his hair, yanking hard at the roots.
“Fuck you!” I snarl, the words garbled around the thick press of his thumb still hooked in my mouth.
“Oh fuck. Oh… oh fuck… fuck…FFFFFUCK!!! I FFFFUCKING HATE YOU… fuckin…!” he growls, the sound morphing into passionate, loud, screams, as his eyes unfocus before he throws his head back.
His thumb slides deeper down my throat, causing me to retch as his enraged humping slows to a stop; the tip of his cock smashed against what feels like all my organs as he ejaculates.
That's about all my body can take and my orgasm roars to the surface right alongside his.
The both of us are screaming so loud I am convinced that the neighbors can hear us. There's no way they can't.
Still braced under him on my back, all I can see is his sweaty chest and the underside of his jaw as his Adam's apple bobs up and down with the force of him swallowing through his pleasure.
Judging from the sound he made, he had a pretty forceful release, and it sure felt like it.
My heart races in time with every nudge of his cock inside of me. Lincoln's arms are still stretched out, bracing himself above me, still sitting back on his knees and shins as his body rocks very slightly back and forth, coming down from the fall.
Damn it, I shouldn't have had sex with him, but that is the hottest sex I've ever had in my entire life. Lincoln hasneverever been that angry, and at this moment in time I don't even remember why I was angry at him.
His face looks softer as he finally allows his head to fall forward.
But he isn't staring at me. His eyes are locked on my breasts, not really staring at them. Sweat is coating his skin and dripping off onto me. My shirt is off and I honestly don't even know or remember when he got it off, but the both of us are naked completely.
Why is he just staring into space like that? What the hell is wrong with him? Now I remember he had been mad at something. Oh that's right, he was angry because I came in really late.
He did get some good sex out of it.
Pushing off from his palms, he completely sits back on his shins after sliding out of me, reaching for a tissue from the side table and blotting the remaining oozing semen from his cock.
After catching my breath, endorphins still zinging through me, I allow myself to sit up as well, propped up on my elbows until I put myself in a fully seated position.
Holding my hand out for the paper towel that he's using, he looks at me with a strange expression, the kind of expression that tells me he's still upset but at least he's not insane with rage.
And he tosses, what clearly isn't a paper towel but my underwear. That's what he had used to wipe himself up. Might as well, it was already drenched anyway.
Wiping myself up, my eyes flick up to him as he stands; cock still red and hard but now subsiding.
It swings out like a fishing pole in front of him as he walks completely nude around the couch, heading for his room.
Watching him, I expect him to come back and say something, but he just enters his room and slams the door and locks it.
I know because he made it very apparent that he locked it by taking care to do so very loudly.
Seriously, what the hell is his problem?
He said he hates me.
That shouldn't make me feel bad but it does. After everything this man did to me, he has the audacity to hate me.
