“Say it again.” He pushes forward, only making it part way in before the burning pain is too much and I clench around him. He pulls back, spits on my hole again, and thrusts in. “Oh fuck,” I groan in a pain-pleasure mixture and my dick is rock hard, trapped between my body and the carpet. Preston leans forward, shoving his hand under my chest and up to my throat. “Say. It. Again,” he seethes, setting a hard, deep pace. “I hate you,” I choke out past the grip he has on my throat.
