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Warning⚠️: it gets hot!!

Story :

"Listen, I don't want to be mad at you anymore." He shook his head in annoyance at me and his eyes held a rare kind of hurt.

I swallowed hard. "Then don't be." But I knew it was harder than that, there was more than that. But still, as the anger grew inside me I wanted to test him.

"That's kind of hard," he says as he takes a step towards me and clenches his fists, "when you cheated on me and then said it was because he was better than me."

The rage in his eyes feel like they are boring into me and I want to cower down to him but I stand my ground. The man I left him for is nothing compared to him, and could never make me feel the way he does. Not even close, but I can't admit that.

"He is better." I snap. "He treats me better, he cares about me way better, and above all he loves me better."

He tenses up and presses his lips together. The sweat on his bare muscular chest was making me want to just attack him right here, he looked so damn good. He pushes his dark hair back out of his face and furrows his brow. His dark brown eyes in a fit of wonder and horrification.

"Loves you better, huh?" He hisses, licking his lips and then gazing at mine. He looks at me with sad anger in his eyes. I knew he was mad, but it was obvious he loved me. But it also looked like he wanted to punish me.

He gets closer to my face, so close that I can feel his breath on my lips. I shiver a little and hope he didn't see it. I was going to stand my ground.

"Yes," I manage to choke out and then swallow hard. I stand up straighter. "So much better."

He huffs and then shakes his head. Suddenly his hand is touching my side where my shirt lifts up and makes me jolt from the skin on skin contact. "Tamara, me and you both know that's not true." He whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I should have known his hand wasn't going to stay there. Slowly lifting my shirt, his hand travels under it until it reaches my breast and he carefully palms it. His thumb slowly grazes my nipple and I gasp.

I have to stop myself from touching him or else it shows that I have given in. But what I wanted more than anything was to do so.

"You can't," I push him off me, his hand leaving my shirt. "It's over between us. I feel nothing. Your touch does nothing to me anymore. I don't love you."

His eyes flicker with pain and rage. Without warning he throws me back on the bed and I gasp, not expecting that. Before I can get up, he's hovering over me and he grips the waist of my pants so hard that his veins in his arms pop out. In a rush, he rips my pants off, ripping them.

I scream and then cover my mouth. I couldn't help the fact that my panties were more wet than I wanted him to see. More wet than I wanted to admit.

He looks at my panties that were still on me and then up at me, a teasing look on his face. Then back to my panties. I struggle to get up but with one hand, he holds down both of my wrists above my head. I'm unable to move now even if I tried, he's so much stronger than me.

With his other hand, he grazes down my stomach and then finally touches me through my panties. Slow circles against me, making me want to moan out loud but I had to make myself stop. Whenever I tried to escape he held me down harder and it made me so much wetter.

"Tell me again that my touch does nothing to you," He says huskily. Without warning he tears through my lace and finally I can feel his fingers on me. I wanted them in my so bad but I couldn't ask. No way.

I squeeze my eyes shut. "It doesn't do anything-" I cut my self off with a moan when he shoves his finger in me and finds the perfect spot.

"What was that?" He groans.

"I-I," the pleasure kept cutting me off and I felt like I wanted more, I needed more of him. "I feel nothing."

He shoves another finger in, forcing a scream out of me.

"Hmm?"

The way he moved his fingers was amazing. I didn't want to cum for him because then he wins. But I was getting closer it felt too good. I arch my back and beg him to stop.

"Don't... please." I'm panting now.

His eyes are pleading with me but I can still see the anger.

"I'm gonna.. wait... please." I moan quietly.

As soon as I'm about to come he pulls his fingers out. I'm left laying there in frustration it he keeps me pinned.

His eyes were big and filled with lust. Filled with need for me. Letting go of my hands, he pulls his own pants and underwear down. He was so hard and big, I could already feel the pain and pleasure of him entering me. I was throbbing, I needed it bad.

"If you don't feel anything from me anymore, then I don't want you to make one noise Tamara." He hovers me and suddenly his dick grazes my wet opening. I try not to make any noise.

Slowly, he pushes it so that the tip only is in and then he kisses my neck. I try to push my body down to get more, I need him to fill me up.

"Stop." He growls.

My breathing is heavy as he goes in deeper and deeper until finally he's all the way inside.

He moans once he gets all the way in and it sounds like music to my ears.