We both said rotten things to each other. He called me a cunt. I called him a waste.
Mark and I had been seeing each other for about 5 months when I told him that I wanted to give things a second try with my ex-boyfriend, his cousin. I knew that I had practically killed Kevin when I told him that I was with Mark, but I didn't have a choice. I was instantly attracted to him and he was the same with me.
At the start of the relationship, things had been pretty easy going, but I could never tell what he had on his mind. He had quite the reputation for chasing down the slutty girls, nailing them, then leaving them, often with no recollection of a name or phone number. Mark was quite the ladies man. But, he changed for me. I knew he did. When we were together, nothing else mattered. Then we started fucking.
Oh, man. That was an understatement. His cock felt so good in me, so filling and complete, that I wanted it in me for hours at a time. But, sometimes he would deny me and it drove me insane. For the 3 years I had known him prior to our relationship, he had constantly reminded everyone of how his libido couldn't be tamed. I guess I just proved to be too much for him. The way I bounced my round ass onto his throbbing cock must have been too much, considering after my boob job, my 36C breasts would engulf his scraggly face. We didn't make love. We fucked. I often wondered why, but Mark was a bad boy, so I kinda figured that he would never be able to make love like he used to. The tattoos from his stint in jail and scars from knife fights always reminded me that things could get crazy if we said the wrong things to each other.
That, and we're both Scorpios, always fighting like hell, then fucking like two rabid wolves. His sculpted body from hours in the yard drove me crazy, the way my curvy body did for him. We could fuck forever.
But, things changed when I decided to go back to Kevin. I thought I loved him, but the second I was in his arms, I knew. I knew I had to be with Mark. He was my reason for living, my reason for being. Mark followed me to Kevin's house and told Kevin that he needed me and that he couldn't lose me. Kevin never told me that, but Kevin told me that he told Mark that I called him a mistake and all sorts of things.
So, here I am, not answering the phone. It's ringing off the hook tonight. Finally, I give in.
"Hello?" I answered, sounding more than a bit frustrated. The heat still wasn't kicking on and the tiny tank that I'm wearing is not doing the job. My flame red nipples stuck out so far, you could see them at the neighbors. I'm walking across the room, my ass bouncing in my little cheerleader shorts and resting the phone on my shoulder.
"Ashley? It's Mark. I can see you. I love those shorts on you. You know what they do to me." Mark's voice has such a sensual sound to it, only tonight it sounds different. More dominant. I glance around, certain that he couldn't be in my apartment. It's on the first floor so you can see in from the street. Then I saw his face. "You won't hurt me again, Ashley. I love you too much."
He was in my apartment. He slips his arms around my waist. "I love you, Ashley. I need you. I haven't been with anyone in weeks and I need to be with you. I miss you."
I can't push his pecs away, warm from sweat. He ran here. He is just too strong for me. My small arms don't do much for strength as he pulls me close and kisses me. I melt. I always melt. His hands engulf my frame and pull me closer. I feel his hands reaching for my ass and I pull away.
"No, I'm with Kevin now. I-I'm trying, uh, w-we're trying to make it work. You have to go. I won't have you here anymore." I stammer. He pulls me closer, kissing me more violently now. I'm suddenly frightened.
"I don't care. I will have you." He looks deep into my eyes and grabs my ass hard and I yelp. Its quite clear that he isn't leaving until he gets when he came for. I smell his strong cologne, his kiss hard on my mouth.
"No! You can't! Please let me go!" I can't get him off me.
"Shut up!" A sharp, loud command eminates from Mark's lips. He grabs my arms and thrusts them over my head, backing me against a wall. He holds my hands with one hand and rips my shirt off with the other. My tits bounce in the sudden rush of cold. Goosebumps race up my legs and to my nipples. Through the fear, I feel a kind of pleasure. Dominance. His hands grab my tits. "You're mine for tonight. Now shut up and turn around."
I obediently turn, my ass sticking out, the dimples in my back catching the wind from his hot, heavy breath. He kisses my back, I feel his labret piercing on my shoulders, still holding my hands. I start to cry softly. He's going to take me. I know it. His other hand is feeling my pussy, the wetness starting to drip. I moan as he inserts a long, thick finger into my sopping wet hole. The tears on my face drop to the floor and he stops abruptly.