F*CK Me

A Story by ShadyGirl763

Based off of the Yelawolf song..

He didn’t want anyone to know he was drunk. In fact, if he had a bottle of Listerine, he’d be gargling in the bathroom right now. He just wanted her, and he knew she was here somewhere. She was gonna be pissed to see her. It was nothing new for Michael. “Michael.” The words rolled off her tongue when their eyes met. “Wh-What are you doing here?”

“You.” He grabbed her arm and roughly pinned her against the nearest wall. He wanted her to be flustered, angry, confused. Instead she smiled that stupid coy smile. He pushed his finger against her throat and she gasped, her eyes lowering with lust. He hated that stupid look. She thought this was just a normal make up sex session after their normal fights, but tonight he wanted to brand her. He wanted her to know she was his. He had spent the entire day at the bar, picturing her with that stupid guy from that stupid band that he didn’t even care enough to memorize the name of.

His lips latched onto her neck, and he could feel her moans vibrate against his tongue as they traveled through her throat. He hated that stupid f*****g moan. He didn’t even know why he was here. He just couldn’t get her out of his head. Her fingernails laced their way across the back of his neck causing a groan to escape his lips. He lifted her leg, and paused to look into her eyes. His rage softened, and she smiled at him. He slowly unzipped his pants, and smiled when her eyelids drifted closed. The sound of his zipper turned her on. He f*****g loved her.

He slowly pushed his dick deep into her, past the tight entrance that she kept so guarded and directly towards her G-Spot. She gasped, crying out. “You like that don’t you?” He preyed off of her emotional vulnerability, the way her nails dug into his back, the way her head fell against his shoulder as he thrust into her. His. He slowly gripped her hips and begin pulling her up and down in turn with his thrusts. “Nobody can make you feel this way.” He mumbled, latching his lips to her chest, sucking deep at her skin, as if to rip her heartbeat through her chest. He got lost in the softness of her skin, and his thrusts began to slow down.

“Michael.” She yanked his black long hair until his head arched up to meet hers. “F**k me.” She whispered. Suddenly, the words to the song he’d been working on came to mind. The day she slapped him cold across the face, because he was holding a bottle of Jack Daniels like it was a girl. Like it was his girl, but she was his… He pulled her hair back, gripping her hair harder as he sucked her neck. She gasped, clawing at his neck but he ignored her. He let go of her hair, and slid his hand down her shirt, and into her underwear which he had roughly pushed aside prior to his assault.

“I’m the one who f***s you.” He whispered and she moaned a soft “Mmm.” But he knew she wasn’t understanding him. He knew she didn’t feel the same thing she felt. He knew when she orgasmed, she’d be wondering what she was going to eat afterwards, and he was going to be wondering how he was going to get over the ache in his heart from her existence. That caused him to thrust harder, gripping a hold on her neck watching her struggle to breathe. He liked knowing he controlled every bit of her. Her small gasps, just slipping through the small space he left between his palm and her throat. He wanted her to know that he had her.

“Michael.” She gasped. “I need you.” She gasped, as he pushed deeper, slamming into her.

“Mecca.” He breathed out as he felt his orgasm building. He scratched his nails against her back as he falls into the addictive state, deep inside of her, where he forgets where they are, who they are…. “Do you feel me baby? Do you feel me doing it to you like no one else can?”

She grew quiet, and all he could hear was her breathing. It was enough to bring him close enough that her nibbling on his neck, silently begging him to let release was enough. He thrusted into her, deep, as he angled her differently, knowing that would do it, and he felt her contract. Her insides grabbed onto him, pulled him deeper, and he couldn’t take it anymore. “F**k.” He laid his forehead against the wall, and she fixed herself.

“I told you you weren’t over her.” He heard her say through his hazy daze. He looked over, and for the first time realized it was Fefe standing before him. He had just shared the most intimate moments of his own clouded anger for his ex-wife with the girl he’d been sleeping with for months now. She flipped her hair before wrinkling his nose at her before leaving.

His phone vibrated and he looked down at it.

“I miss you. 333. Mecca.”