Fuck You...But Fuck Me Harder

You know what?
Fuck you…
I can't stand the way you make me feel.
I can't stand the way you talk.
I can't stand the way you fucking touch me. So gentle and soft but also rough and mean. The way you tilt my head up to make me look into your eyes that are darker than the abyss itself. The abyss of lust and primal need.
I can’t stand the way you stand so close to me where I can smell your scent. A scent of fire, sandalwood, Irish, and musk. A scent that makes me go crazy, and you know it.
Fuck you and your fucking teasing.
The way you woo me with your words, the way you subtly bite your lip, the way you make me squirm with little effort.
You fucking little shit. How dare you pin me against this wall and leave your marks on me? How dare you go after that spot near my jugular? How dare you leave that love bite?
But of course, you will ask me if I like it, if this is what I wanted, and if I want more. You will ask me who I belong to. You want me to answer those questions when you know the fucking answers. I won’t give in. I will try not to give in.
And the fact that you are taller and bigger than me. I am like a small puppy compared to you so of course, you have the upper hand in this.
God, you are so insufferable, and I hate that you have me pinned against this wall, rubbing your bulge between my legs as you hold my legs on each side of your waist.
The way your kisses are so sloppy yet intoxicating. The way your tongue immediately dominates mine into submission. The way you are leaving me breathless and yearning for more. So much more.
So, you know what?
Fuck you, but I want you to fuck me harder. Empty my brain, make me not think of anything but your cock. Make me scream your name over and over again.
Right there, baby. Just like that. Please don’t stop.
Make me whimper, make me cream, make me squirt, make me yours.
All over again.