I clench my hand into a fist and punch his fucking chest because anger is the only emotion I know how to handle.

“You don’t love me! You fucked me, there’s a huge difference!”

He shakes his head. “Nice try, Fireball, but I happen to know you love me, too, so quit being so goddamn stubborn!”

I pull my fist back again and let it fly towards his chest, but he grabs onto my wrist and hauls me against him.

“Stop fucking hitting me! What is it with you and pain?!”

“Stop fucking talking about love!” I fire back, choosing to ignore the pain remark. “You’re just saying that because you feel guilty about what happened in high school.”

“It has nothing to do with guilt. I LOVE YOU! I FUCKING LOVE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!” He screams into my face.

I stomp my foot like a two-year-old and try to hold back the words that are on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t stop them. I can’t stop the truth from flying out of my mouth.

“GODDAMMIT, I HATE THAT I LOVE YOU, TOO!”

His face immediately loses every ounce of anger and his jaw drops.

I want to laugh. It’s right there, bubbling around in my belly and I want so badly to just throw my head back and let it out, but I can’t do that. I just told him I loved him right back, and now I’m even more pissed than I was before. This irritating man made me fall in love with him all over again, dammit!

“Let me tell you something,” I shout angrily.

He doesn’t even let me finish my sentence. His mouth crashes to mine and I immediately part my lips and let him in. I groan as soon as I feel his tongue against mine. I don’t remember what the hell I was going to say to complete that last sentence and right now I don’t care. His tongue sliding against mine has turned me stupid.

Pressing my hands against his chest, I push him backwards without stopping the kiss. His feet move and his arms wrap around me as he pulls me with him. I push harder when we get to the other side of the room and slam his back against the wall so roughly that it knocks a picture loose and I hear it crash to the floor.

He quickly turns both of us, pulling his mouth away from mine to spin me around, placing his hands on my back and shoving the front of my body against the wall. I slam my hands against it to hold me up while I feel him push his pants down behind me and hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper being opened.

Jesus, does he keep those things in his pajamas? Should I be offended that he assumed we’d fuck this morning and grabbed one for the road or just thankful that he’s resourceful?

Pressing my cheek against the cool wall, I sigh in relief and forget about the magically appearing condom when he roughly pushes my skirt up over my ass, bends his knees and drives his cock up inside of me in one hard thrust. We both groan when he pauses, and I feel my pussy clench around him.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he mutters against the back of my neck as he starts moving, slamming his hips against my ass, his cock filling me and making me beg for more.

“Harder, fucking harder!” I shout.

He does as I ask even though it seems to piss him off, fucking me so hard that the front of my body slams against the wall over and over.

“I wanted to do it slow this time,” he growls as he pumps into me faster and faster. “Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good taking my cock.”

One of his hands slides around to the front of my body and his fingers immediately dive under my skirt and find my clit.

I moan loudly as he uses the tips of his fingers to circle the wet, swollen bud. His fingers move slowly, even though he’s fucking me like a machine, and I feel myself pulsing against them as he continues sliding them around and around with just the right amount of pressure. He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t switch up his movements, he just rubs my clit like an expert until I’m panting against the wall, jerking my hips against his hand to help him make me come. I need this relief like I need air to breathe. I’m so fucked up inside and my heart is swelling with so much emotion that I need DJ to wash it all away. I need him to make me feel worthy of everything he’s given me.

My movements are erratic as I race closer and closer to my orgasm, but that doesn’t disturb DJ’s rhythm as he fucks in and out of me. His cock almost slips out every time I jerk my hips against his hand, but that just makes him pound into me even harder the next time.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, my God!” I shout as the pleasure grows and grows between my thighs while he adds pressure to his fingers as they continue to slide around my clit.

“Say my fucking name when you come,” he tells me through clenched teeth right by my ear as his fingers swirl faster around my clit, rubbing it like he fucking owns it.

Goddamn him with the orders again! Too bad I’m so far gone in ecstasy that I don’t even care. My thighs start to shake with the effort of holding myself up and the tireless bucking of my hips against his fingers. My orgasm uncoils low in my belly and I feel my pussy pulse with the start of my release, every inch of my body tingling in anticipation.

“Fuck, I can feel you coming. That’s it, baby, come on my cock. Say my fucking name.”

His words make my orgasm even more intense and a scream rips from my throat as I come.

“DJ!” I scream. “Fuck, fuck, DJ! Fuck, I’m coming!”

He stops fucking me long enough to hold himself inside of me and let me ride out my release against his fingers. My hips rock against his hand as he continues the maddening brush of his finger tips against my clit, prolonging my orgasm until I’m chanting his name for so long that my voice grows hoarse. He keeps his fingers against my pussy as he starts slamming into me again. It only takes a few thrusts before it’s his turn to shout my name. I feel his warm breath against the back of my neck as he pants and presses his upper body harder against my own while his hips jerk and pound against my ass and his cock pulses as he spills his come into the condom.