Our fifth round of breakup sex [FM]

*Yes… I fucking hated this guy, but we had fun sex.*

Alright. If you’re one of my more religious readers you know that I did indeed fuck my boss when I was an intern, and he was the worst. We dated for three months and “broke up” for three months after that. It took us a long time to finally separate because we kept fucking and convincing ourselves that things could work.

When we were on one of our “breaks,” I owed him work. My internship had ended but the firm I worked for hired me to finish a project. This meant we still had professional ties to him for a few months.

I dropped research off at his place on a Saturday afternoon (*admittedly a mistake*) and he was in a mood.

“You’re late,” he muttered.

“By twenty minutes! My train got stuck.”

“Explain that time my client when I’m billing by the hour.”

“Oh shut up. Are you even going to check it?”

“Do I have to? Your brought everything, right?”

“Yes, but if you don’t check it you’ll find something small I missed and I’ll have to come back tomorrow.”

He looked up at me. “I trust you.”

“That’s a first,” I snorted. “I guess I’ll be going.”

“Ok.”

“I’m leaving now.”

“Good for you.”

“…And we’re not going to hook up.”

He rolled his eyes. “Do you understand the phrase billable hours or are have you not gotten to that part of your education?” He got up and started pulling me towards the door.

“I’m leaving, asshole. You don’t have to push me.”

“Goodbye, V.”

“Bye! Geez.”

I looked back and watched the corners of his mouth turn up slightly. I paused and raised an eyebrow. I opened the door and he reached a hand out to shut it.

Then he pushed me against the wall and pinned my hands above my head. “Did you think I was going to let you leave?”

“Fucking asshole,” I spat as I bit his lip.

“Damn it!” He yelled as he pulled away. He was bleeding and I laughed. “You’re going to pay for that.” He turned me against the wall and slapped my ass a few times. “Does that make you wet? Getting punished?”

“Does it make you hard when you can’t let me leave?”

He pressed his body against me and rubbed his erection against my ass. “It makes me hard knowing you’re about to take it.”

“If you can catch me,” I shrugged.

“What?

But I was gone. I slipped out of his grasp and ran towards his bedroom. We chased each other around for a bit before he grabbed my side and threw me back on the bed. He jumped on me to pin me down. He stared at me for a bit with a wicked smile.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Nothing, I’m just trying to decide how I’m going to fuck you.”

“Do I have a say in this?”

“You don’t like having a say.”

I bit his neck and he flipped me over. He pulled my leggings down and finally spanked me hard enough that I yelped.

“Fuck!” I screamed. “Fine, what the fuck do you want?”

“For you to shut your mouth and obey,” he growled.

“Ok,” I whispered.

“Take everything off, now.”

We both got up and we stared at each other as we undressed. I looked down and smiled, noting that I made him hard.

“Don’t act like you’re not wet.”

I shrugged. “Maybe you don’t excite me.”

He grabbed my hair, bent me over the bed, and spread my legs apart. “Does this excite you, V?”

“Hardly.”

He stuck four fingers inside of me which made me groan. He expanded and twisted them as I squirmed. “I’d say you’re pretty damn excited, V. You’re dripping.”

“Then do something about it.”

“You little fucking bitch!” He roared as he slammed into me. He wove his hands into mine to hold me in place as he started to thrust. “Tell me not to stop.”

“Don’t stop,” I whispered.

“What was that?”

“Please don’t stop,” I cried.

“Say you’re a whore who thinks about it all the time.”

“I’m a whore and this is all I fucking think about.”

He turned my head and stuck his tongue in my throat (*this wasn’t an act of intimacy but a power move because I hate kissing*). He pushed the back of my head into him as he thrust a final time. We both came and I moaned into his mouth as I grasped at the sheets.

*I fucking hate how me and this asshole always came together.*

I pushed him off of me quickly and laid back on his bed and shut my eyes. “Are you actually on the clock?” I asked.

“No. I just like seeing the look of terror on your face when you’re sexually frustrated.”

“Was there even a deadline today? Why the fuck was I up late finishing that research?”

“Because I wanted to fuck you.”

“Jesus Christ! Stop abusing your power,” I hit him on the shoulder and started getting dressed.

“Are you actually pissed? I would have needed it by tomorrow if that makes you feel better.”

“It does not.”

“Are you not getting laid enough? Is that why you’re so cranky.”

“Don’t start.”

“What?”

“Don’t ask who I’m sleeping with and then pick a fight over it.”

“I’m not picking a fight. I don’t care who you fuck. You can ask about me.”

“You’re not fucking anyone else,” I huffed as I finished getting dressed.

“How do you know?”

I stopped and stared at him. “Because you would have told me already in an attempt to piss me off.”

He held his hands up. “You know me too well. But seriously. I need to know who else you’re fucking.”

“No you don’t.”

“We just had sex without a condom. I need to know if I have to get tested.”

“Fine! No one at the moment! Jesus.”

“So you’re really jonesing right now, huh?”

“You realize I could get sex if I wanted anytime right? I could walk to the bar next door and find someone to fuck.”

“You don’t though. You can’t fuck people you don’t like.”

I raised an eyebrow. “We just proved that’s not true.”

He laughed. “You like one part of me.”

“Exactly one part. This is a lot easier when we don’t talk. I’ll see you next deadline and we’re meeting at the office for that one.”

“Come on. Don’t leave, V. Let’s order food.”

“Hell no.”

He jumped up and followed me out of his bedroom as he threw on his jeans.

“Viola. You’re seriously leaving?”

“I am.”

“You don’t even want to fuck again?”

“I’d rather not.”

I grabbed my coat, stepped outside and slammed the door shut. Then I checked my phone and watched a few seconds go by. Literally like clockwork he opened the door back up and started to call my name, thinking I would be halfway down the block. I spun around and smiled.

“You bitch,” he spat. I jumped on him and wrapped a leg around him as he whisked me back inside. “I should make you have sex facing me for that.”

“You won’t,” I said as I broke my mouth away from his. “I’m too prone to biting.”

“Fine!” He spun me around and bent me over the couch. He pulled my leggings down again and told me not to move. “My cum is still dripping from you,” he laughed.

“That’s the way sex works, asshole. Either fuck me or dont.”

He stuck a finger inside of me and I cried. “I’ve already defiled you here. Can I fuck your ass?”

“No!” I spat. “I haven’t prepped and I’m far too sober for surprise anal.”

“Let me finger it at least.”

“Fine. Although you like that more than me.”

He fingered both my holes then and watched me shudder when he started going hard. “I love making you come like this,” he laughed. “You always try to fight it.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’re going to fuck me with your mouth in a bit. In the meantime, say thank you.”

“For what?”

“You’re about to come. I can tell. I swear to god I’ll stop if you don’t say thank you.”

He went harder and I was building to my edge. I tried to fight it but it was too hard. It felt too good. “Thank you,” I muttered. I spasmed then and moaned.

“What was that?”

“I said thank you!”

“Like you mean it, V.”

He slowed and I got desperate. “Thank you so much for fingering me and please let me come. Thank you! Thank you!”

He buried his fingers in me then and went so fast I almost burst. “Fuck!” I screamed. I came so hard I had to bury my face in the cushion and exploded into convulsions.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me up. “Now you’re getting on your knees, you whore.”

He pushed me to the ground and I very quickly undid his pants and pulled them down to his knees. I wrapped my arms around his back and pushed him toward me as I pulled him deep into my mouth.

And yes, I fingered his ass.

*I don’t even particularly enjoy that. I could take it or leave it. However, he did it to me when he was in the mood because he wanted me to do it to him without asking.*

I curled my fingers down as I deep throated him and held back a gag. He tried to scram profanities but he couldn’t speak. He held back tears as he played with my hair and let out a series of tiny moans.

“I’m…” he couldn’t even finish. He just came in my mouth and gasped as I swallowed.

We did order food. I’ve kissed me off and I left before he got there.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11olclb/our_fifth_round_of_breakup_sex_fm