My mind is nothing but scattered chaos and words won’t come, so I just nod as Bouche’s mouth moves to my neck, sucking a mark into my flesh. At least I’ll have a souvenir when this is over.
Bouche flips me over like I’m not two hundred pounds of muscle, and I let him. He’s going to make me hurt, and hell, maybe I deserve it. He yanks my jeans down, exposing my ass, and squeezes my cheeks hard.
We have no lube, no condoms, but fuck if I can bring myself to care about that right now. Bouche finds my hole, poking and massaging it but not gently at all.
“Your little slutty hole wants my dick, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“You don’t deserve it, but I’m gonna use you to get off. That’s all you deserve.”
I groan. God, his dirty talk is next level. He’s been holding back.
Bouche moves quickly, spitting onto my hole and pushing it inside me with his thumb. The sting is a lot already, so his cock is gonna be a hell of a ride, but I can take it. I want to.
“Fucking slutty hole,” he mumbles, pulling his jeans down and spreading my legs apart with his knees. “That’s all you are to me. Just a hole.”
“Just a hole,” I repeat, bucking my hips a little. “Your hole.”
“Shut up,” he grunts, lining his cockhead up with my hole. “You’re not mine. You’re not shit.”
He pushes in slightly and the burn is fucking intense. I hiss but try to relax.
“Fuck,” Bouche says, pulling back.
I worry he’s gonna stop, but instead his tongue moves up my crease and I shudder with pleasure.
“Oh, fuck.”
“This isn’t for you,” he growls, pinching my ass cheek. “It’s for me.”
Whatever, dude.
He goes hard on me, sucking and licking and dipping his tongue inside me until I’m soft enough for the dicking down I’m about to receive.
After a few minutes of that my dick is throbbing and leaking when Bouche gets to his feet and shoves his cock inside me. It hurts a lot, bringing tears to my eyes as my body tries to defend against the intrusion.
Bouche puts his hand on the back of my neck, holding me down to the mattress as he whispers in my ear, “Fucking take it, you slut.”
“Do your worst, Bouche. I can handle it.”
“Fuck,” he snarls, slamming into me.
Lube would make this a thousand times better, but this isn’t about pleasure. He needs this. Needs to take his anger out on me. He needs to hate-fuck me. I need him to do it.
And I deserve it.
His hips snap fast, absolutely wrecking my hole, and all I can do is grunt and take it. It’s rare for me to be on this side of the equation, but I don’t hate it. Not with Bouche behind the wheel.
“I’m surprised your hole is so tight,” he grunts. “Since you’re a slut.”
“Just your slut, Bouche,” I manage. “Your hole.”
“Fuck.”
He goes harder, taking all his frustration and pain out on me, and it’s rough. Rougher than I’ve ever had it, but fuck, it’s good. His dick fills me so perfectly and since my body accepted him, the ride has been fucking bliss. He hits my prostate with every stroke until I’m trembling and on the verge of release.
“Fuck, Wraith,” Bouche grunts, his hips stuttering as hetenses. “Gonna fill your hole with my cum. Make you all sticky and dirty, like the slut you are. Fuck!”
