Hello again ! You guys really seemed to like my [previous post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/exff8v/if_had_sex_with_my_professorm_in_his_office_long/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) so here I am with yet another great sex experience I’ve had in the past :)
It happened in july 2019, my friends, my then boyfriend and I had plans to rent a house by the beach for a month as a fun way fo spend our summer together. Much to my luck, me and my boyfriend broke up because of a bad fight we had a couple weeks after paying for the house. So whether I liked it or not, I was forced to live under the same roof as him for a whole month. The trip to the house was tense to say the least. Between him giving me angry stares and me saying the most hurtful things to him anytime I could, it didn’t make things easy for our friends.
When we did get to the house, we settled in snd everything was alright the first 2 weeks. My ex avoided me if he could or made rude comments about my behavior around him and I did the same. It would have probably went on like that with just us being mean to each other the whole time if it wasn’t for one specific visit to the beach. I was wearing a nice red bikini with a white see through beach cover up that was getting me quite the attention. Someone even whistled at me which I still find very funny. I was getting drinks at the bar nearby for the guys busy playing volleyball and a man maybe a couple years older than me that was just sitting there offered to pay for them… in exchange for my phone number. He was really handsome and seemed nice too. A summer hook up was just what I needed to clear things in my mind. I flirted a bit first, teasing the guy but eventually I was ready to give him my number. That was until my ex intervened. He grabbed the money I had in my hands before leaving it on the counter of the bar. He rudely asked me to take the drinks back to our group which I didn’t like one bit. He had no right to give me orders but I obliged still. I didn’t want to make a scene in public but I was pissed. After leaving the drinks with my friends I went back to the house by myself or so I thought.
My ex had followed me. When I saw him enter the living room after me, looking all mad I thought he was gonna scream at me or something. He did worse. “What the fuck was that ?” He asked as he kept walking over to me. I tried pushing him away when he did get to me but being 5 feet tall and not very strong against a 6’3″ muscular guy I had no chance. I shouted back at him by telling him to fuck off but he didn’t appreciate that. I started yelling about how he had no right to tell me what to do which I could see, just made him angrier. He clenched his fists and pushed me down on the couch, pointing his finger accusingly at me. He was screaming this time when he spoke to me again and I distinctly remember him calling me a whore for flirting with other guys around him.
I couldn’t believe my ears. I got back up and pushed him again, this time getting him to move back. I freaked out on him and shouted back everything that came to my mind. That’s when I saw something change in him. He was just enraged. He put his hand on my chest and pushed me up to a wall pretty violently. I remember trying to get his hand away from me but he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head instead, leaving me helpless. He warned me to shut the fuck up through gritted teeth. I didn’t care one bit and told him to make me shut up if he could. I had had enough and truly didn’t care if he were to even hit me at that point. I was full on getting ready to fight back by either kicking or biting him but he stayed silent breathing heavily in my face, just staring at me.
I don’t know if it was the adrenaline or the heat of the moment but he screamed fuck and punched the wall next to my head. He didn’t break it but it was enough to scare me. He told me he hated me before kissing me harshly. I was rather surprised and tried getting away at first but he still had my hands pinned above my head and against the wall. I couldn’t get away. He pulled back, not even looking at me. He punched less violently the wall next to me again and ordered me to kiss him back . I don’t know what was wrong with me at that moment but it totally turned me on. So when he kissed me again I kissed him back. Soon enough we were full on French kissing.
His free hand practically ripped my cover up and he let my arms go to take off his shorts. He was already shirtless so in the meantime I took off my bikini and jumped on him. He held me up by putting his hands under my ass and carried me over to the couch. He dropped me and almost immediately flipped me on my stomach which made me yelp in surprise. He grabbed me by the hips and didn’t even checked to see if I was wet enough. He pushed his hard cock inside of me, barely lubricated and I gasped, cursing at him but he didn’t stop. He called me a whore again, wrapping his hand around my hair and pulling on it. He was rough with me like he had never been before and I was over the moon. It felt so good to feel him pound me like that. He had a good decent cock which was more than enough to satisfy me. He was going so hard on me I could hear the couch squeaking beneath us and my ass clapping against his skin.
He flipped me over again, going missionary this time. He held on to my tits, squeezing and twisting my nipples between his fingers before he put his mouth to work. He was sucking and biting on them, making me go crazy. I was screaming fuck and god between half moans and breaths while his dick mercilessly hammered my cunt. It was too much for me and I ended up digging my nails into his back, scratching him badly. He left my breasts alone to focus on rubbing my clit. I could tell he was close and wanted me to cum too. He was going really fast, giving me an orgasm in no time before him. He didn’t last long after me and I didn’t think to tell him to pull out. I was on birth control anyway. He fell on top of me while loading me up with his cum. We were both panting and drenched in sweat.
We didn’t say a single thing to each other after and he just pulled himself off of me, leaving me there like a used slut he had no interest in anymore. It hurt to walk after rough sex like that but I didn’t mind. I managed to go to my room and take a shower to clean up. Our friends which were already fed up with us because of our behavior didn’t come back before dinner time. I couldn’t blame them. It at least gave me time to clean up our mess before they got back.
After that day, me and my ex barely talked to each other. It was fun and felt good as far as the sex goes but emotionally it definitely shook me up ! But yeah, that was my story about my first hate sex experience :) hope you guys enjoyed it.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/exz7wl/angry_and_rough_hate_sex_with_an_exm_of_minef_long