1. Smack


    Date: 8/28/2015, Categories: Anal, Author: Lupus, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    and slightly breathless form. She pants in front of me, clutching a radiator. I can see her flushed cheeks. I don’t need to see the tiny, swollen peaks of her nipples – stiffened against her hoody – to know I’ve succeeded. I’ve turned her on and I know she hates me for it. Spinning on my feet, my thighs fidget as I try to ignore the throbbing bulge between my thighs. “Is anybody ho-o-o-o-me?!” ‘I swear she’ll be the death of me…’ I whip around. Her hands are cupping her mouth, amplifying her antagonising shout. She looks at me with a wicked, challenging grin, confidently rocking on her heels. I reach out and snatch at her chin, pinning her in place as my pelvis jams into hers. She raises her hand, but I grab her wrist, shaking my head slowly. She looks into my eyes and my expression seems to wither her. Her cocky demeanour fades, replaced with caged submission. I don’t feel much triumph in victory. Zoey scares me. “This is not funny, Zoey.” I’m growling now and I can’t help it; she’s riled me up. Infuriatingly, she knows it and her arrogant smirk comes back. “If you get me sent down again, I swear I will break out, I will find you and I will fuck you, Zoey.” “Oooo, promises.” She grins, pressing one cheeky finger to her lips and grinding her hips deliberately against my hardening shaft. I let her go and she just blows me a kiss. “There’s no one here but us.” Sultrily, she palms over my manhood, cockily cupping my weight. She purses her lips in a mocking coo and winks as she ...
    slides out under my arm, slipping from the room. “Try to relax a little.” Anger fires and swirls within me, along with an unfathomable need to hold Zoey down and stuff her so full of cock she doesn’t see or walk straight for a week. I want revenge, to show her what I can be, but that’s not all of it. I hate to admit it, but I really like the irritating, infuriating, incredible bitch. Now I want to punch the plasterboard, but it would only please her even more. She sashays into the hallway, brazenly throwing on every light she passes, whistling to herself. I can only stand and watch in total amazement of her audacity. Her hips and ass swish and sway with the tuneless melody that fills the house. ‘You have to admire her spirit, at least. She really does not give a fuck.’ I walk after her into the kitchen. She’s opening drawers and casually glancing through them – just as I did minutes ago. “Look at all this grade A, high quality shit you left behind, Joshua.” She slams the drawer shut and turn, shoulders sagging with a sigh. I’m sure she can hear my teeth grating and she lets out a shrill little giggle. Zoey knows I hate my full name being used. I’m Josh and nothing more. Sadly, she knows how to make it worse and pronounces it ‘J-awe-shua’ with a ridiculous accent. It’s petty, but it gets my back up and she knows it. “I swear you’re angling for a hate-fuck, Zo.” Her head slews around, mechanically, to hone her narrow eyes onto me. I can almost hear the clunk of gears and the ...
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