Eventually he was slowing, his neck straining and sweat slipping from his forehead onto my body and I felt him getting even harder deep inside me. I felt my body tensing in what might’ve been it preparing to seek its own pleasure.
No! I bit that down and refused to give him the satisfaction. He’ll get nothing from me in this.
And in that moment, I hated him. And the words slipped from my lips. “I hate you.”
But somehow the words didn’t fully convey the onslaught of emotions I was feeling.
“Good.” He said under his breath. Pushing hard into me as he spilled hot seed near my womb. Filling my crevice with his pleasure. “You should.”
Seeming to care as much as if he’d just pulled an apple from a tree.
My legs lowered back to the bed, trembling. Stiff from the abuse they’d taken at
