“I’m not,” she protested, her voice so thin it was barely a whisper. Need and lust mingled with despair, twisting her expression before she buried her face in the cushion.

“Oh, yeah, you are.” He picked up the pace, slamming into her harder and faster, grinding her into the chaise. He shoved her legs farther apart, adjusting the angle to make sure her clit hit the chaise with every thrust. “Your pussy is sucking at my cock—excuse me, my revolting cock—like it’s desperate.”

He leaned closer, lifting his hand to her hair so he could yank her head up and back. He bit her neck, his teeth clamping down when she jerked against him, then whispered, “Are you desperate, luv?”

“I hate you.”

“Manners,” he tsked, dark joy blooming inside him at the pleading note in her voice. She was so close, he just needed to push her over the edge. “That’s gratitude, for you. Here I am, working so hard to get you off, and you throw it back in my face.”

“I don’t want an orgasm from you.”

“I don’t think your pussy got that memo,” he said, jerking her head back and slamming into her harder. “I can feel it squeezing me, trying to suck the come right out of me. Do you want my come, pretty girl? Is that what you want?”

“Don’t you dare come inside me,” she choked out, and he laughed.

“I’ll come wherever the fuck I want,” he said, taking the accent deeper. “And you can’t do a thing about it.”

“I hate you,” she sobbed out.

“I know.” He was fucking her quickly now, short, hard jabs as his own orgasm rushed forward. “Say it again. Scream it while that sweet pussy comes all over my revolting cock.”

“I hate you!” she screamed, and shattered.

He let himself off the leash, hammering into her while she jerked and spasmed and cried underneath him. Her cunt had gone fist tight with her orgasm, and he forced his way through the clutching spasms, racing now for his own pleasure. It hit him like a brick to the back of the head, pleasure so bright and sharp his vision dimmed. He shouted in triumph as he filled her up, her cries music to his ears.

When he was empty, he yanked her head back again, grinding his still hard cock inside her. “There now, what do you say?”

She choked out a laugh, her eyes soft with pleasure as she tried to work up a sneer for him. “Fuck you.”

“Nah, that’s not it.” He jammed himself against her ass, grinning when she winced. “Try again.”

“You’re revolting?”

He swallowed the laugh, lifting off her just enough to deliver a sharp, heavy slap to her already bruised ass. “One more try. What do you say when someone gives you an orgasm?”