Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends

... wanted to see her reaction. "You don't need her." she said again. She was close to tears. She suddenly leapt forward and kissed me, trying to push her tongue into my mouth. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back, but she wrapped her hands around my head and pulled me with her, locking us together. Her tongue pushed passed my lips, and she kissed me deeply. I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her roughly away. "Stop, Jessica!" I ordered. She roughly pushed my arms away and violently kissed me again. Anger suddenly boiled up in me. She didn't treat me like this. I pushed her off, struggling with her as she tried to find my lips again. I rolled her over onto her back and pinned her down. "What the fuck are you doing?" I asked angrily. "You don't...you have me, you don't need her." she repeated desperately. "Shut up." I growled. "You don't-" I clamped my hand roughly over her mouth and she moaned into it. Tears started rolling down her cheeks, and she struggled against me. I grabbed her hair and pulled it hard, harder than I ever had. "Listen to me slut. I don't need her, but certainly don't fucking need you either. I told you before this even started that you weren't my girlfriend, and I that I didn't give a shit about Mike, or whoever else." I growled at her. She started to moan again, trying to answer me. I kept my weight on her, and didn't let her move. "It's none of your fucking business who I want to date, or fuck, or do anything with, do you understand me?" I asked. The ...

... pain in her eyes was intense. I moved my hand to let her speak, and she immediately jumped up. I couldn't pin her with only one arm and she got free, clinging tight to me and pulling me into another kiss. I wrapped my hand around her throat and pushed her down again, slamming her into the bed. "Jessica, stop!" "I love you." she moaned, "I love, you don't need her, please, I love you..." she cried. I knew I should have expected something like this, but the extent to which she resisted me had made me mindlessly angry. Rage pulsed through my blood like it had a thousand times before, but this time I couldn't stop it. I grabbed her shoulders and span her around, forcing her face down into the bed. I dragged her legs up, and she automatically moved into the position, tucking them under her and thrusting her ass in the air. "I'm sorry! Please..." she gasped. I spanked her hard, over and over, relishing in the burning pain. She squealed and started sobbing openly. I didn't even try to keep track of how many times I hit her, but I must have kept it up for more than a minute without pause, raining blows fast and hard down on her soft flesh. I gritted my teeth, and finally managed to pull myself back, wrestling my anger away. "I love you..." she sobbed. She'd never cried like this before, never this hard. "Shut up." I said, my voice shaking. "Please..." she whispered. "You don't need her." "Shut up!" I shouted. Just liked that, my anger flared up again, forcing my heart into a frenzy. I ...