EWB: Enemies With Benefits

by N.R. Walker

“I want you to hate me. I need you to hate me.” Then he popped the button on my jeans and wrapped his fingers around my cock, pumping me rough and hard. “And when you fuck me with your monster cock, I need you to hate me as hard as you can.”

“The fuck is your problem?” he asked, his voice rough. He made no attempt to remove my hand. I thumbed his slit, smearing precome, and twisted my hand back down his shaft so I could pump him again. My god, the size of him. “I want you to fuck me . . . hard. And my problem is that I’m not face down on my bed with your horse-cock inside me, that’s what the fuck my problem is.”

“Fuck yes. That’s what you wanted,” I said with a strained groan. With my hands on his shoulder blades, I pushed him down and slammed into him a few times. “Take it like the piece of shit you are. You think you can make me think of nothing else every minute of every fucking day. How much I want to sink my cock into you, up to my balls like I am right now.”

I am the only one who can touch you, and if any fucker thinks they can hurt you, I’ll send them to hospital too. I don’t give a fuck. I protect what’s mine. That’s who I am and it’s what I do, and I won’t apologise for it. If you don’t like that, then . . . then fucking tell me now.”

“How sore do you want to be tomorrow?” he asked, unbuttoning his own fly. He pulled his dick out, pumping the thick shaft. “Want to feel me every day you’re gone?” I spread my legs. “Please.”