EroticReverie

Atticus Hawthrone

Magdalena Graves is a hot little fucking psycho, that I can't seem to keep my fucking dick out of. The way she drove me fucking crazy, was going to land me in a fucking mental institution. I'd gone away for three months, visiting my father over in Europe, and came back just today. My dick craving the reunion of itself and my ex girlfriends pussy. It was a terrible fucking idea. But I already knew before I even showed up tonight, before I even saw Magdalena standing there, all five foot eight of her, with that long black hair and piercing blue, siren eyes, in her black skirt and big chunky boots and her black long sleeved shirt, those double d tits of hers shown off in that low v neck. Before I even saw the woman who was like cat nip to my fucking dick , I knew I was going to end up here, ontop of her. Because no matter how bad we were for each other, I just cant fucking stay away. 

The three months I was gone, she was all I fucking thought about. I missed fucking her. But even more, I missed fighting with her. I missed pissing her off, and her pissing me off. I missed her screaming at me, and her jealous accustations that I'd been cheating. I never touched a single fucking girl. Never even talked to anyone else. Because I was obsessed with HER. She drove me fucking nuts, but god, I fucking loved  it. She's fucking crazy, and so am I, because I had been the same way, convinced that everyone wanted her, and that she was cheating on me. 

I was the one who called it off. Even though we'd both called it off SEVERAL times during our relationship, only to have make up hate sex five minutes later after our adrenaline needed an outlet and we'd fuck it out of ourselves. 

"Fuck, i miss your crazy little cunt" I groan, and then sink right into her. 

"FUCK MAGDALENA" I snarl as I feel her tight cunt around me, gripping me, those warm, waet so fucking familiar walls, pulling me deep inside her, clenching around me as she slaps her hands to my back, down to my ass, and pulls me deeper, her hips lifting to try to get me even deeper, and I give her as much as she wants, pushing, thrusting into her as she moans.

"baby, fuck" she cries softly, back arching and I groan. Cause i loved her devil ass calling me sweet shit. I loved how impossibly infuriating she is one second, ...but the second my dick is in her? she's mine. Completely mine. 

It doesnt matter that we're broken up. She can call me baby all she fucking wants, because it only makes my dick harder. 

"yeah, you need that dick don't you?" I grunt, thrusting harder, making her let out a little cry.

"not...as much...as" she breathes between words. "you need..this pussy" 

"you came right back to it" she moans, nails digging into my back through my shirt and I groan, fucking her deeper and I watch her smile with a moan loud enough to let the others hear. 

"you came right back to this fucking pussy Atticus" she gasps and then whimpers as I slam harder into her, pounding her into the ground. 

"i fuckin hate how tight you are" I growl. 

"How fuckin wet your little fucking pussy gets for me" 

"god i hate your pussy" I grunt. 

"I fuckin hate what a hot little bitch you are when you're getting fucked" 

"you look so fuckin good when you're full of cock, its the only time you fuckin behave" 

"fuck you" she moans, grabbing my shirt and pulling it off, and lift my arms quickly, letting her pull it off , and she throws it. 

I watch her eyes light up and her teeth bite her lip as she looks to my chest for the tattoo. 

"the fuck?" he pants, slapping a hand over the coverup tattoo. 

"you covered it?!" she yells.

I laugh, and thrust into her deep and she squeals. 

"Stop it!" she hisses and pushes at me and I blink, looking at her. Was she seriously pissed? 

"What?" I ask. 

"stop, get off me, fuck you Atticus" she says and I pull out, letting her shove me off her, as I watch , stunned by her reaction.

"What the hell is your problem?" I ask as I grab my pants from my ankles and pull them up. "fucking crazy bitch as always." I huff as she pushes up off the ground. 

"fuck you, you are such a fucking asshole" she says, adjusting her skirt.

"You covered yours, whats the big fuckin deal?" I growl, as I stand and she doesnt answer. 

One night we were both drunk, and had our tattoo artist friend Mitchell , tattoo each others names on ourselves. Yes, it like the first rule of getting a tattoo. NEVER get a girlfriend or boyfriends name tattooed, some even say husbands and wives names are off limits too, as if it's a curse. I'd gotten Magdalena's name on my chest in her hand writing. She'd gotten mine on her upper right ass cheek. When we'd argue, she'd tell me she couldnt believe shed gotten my name tattooed on her. And threatened to cover it up everytime we "broke up".  She even told me before I left, when I broke things off for good, that she was getting it covered up the next fucking day. So, after a month in Europe, I'd had it covered up, a pair of raven wings. Just some random bullshit. She was my ex after all. If she was covering hers, I should too. 

"Magdalena" I say her name again when she walks away from me, but not towards the gathering where we came from, but further into the cemetary. I put my tortured cock back into my pants and haul my feet after her.

"Magdalena!" I yell at her , catching up and grabbing her arm and turning her to face me. My heart stops and stomach sinks, as she jerks her head away from me, turning it from me, the moonlight catching on the trail going down her cheek. 

"Are you...crying?" I nearly whisper. 

I always thought I'd have a better chance at winning the lottery than to ever see Magdalena Graves cry. But here we are, and fuck....it's the worst thing I've ever seen. I hate it. 

"Look at me, are you crying?" I whisper and grab her face gently under her jaw, trying to turn it back towards me, and she turns from me. Slapping my hand away, saying nothing, spinning her back to me. My eyes going down to her ass, her skirt. I reach down and grab the hem and flip it up. 

I see it for a split second, but it's enough. She whips around, slapping my hand. 

"Leave me alone, get the hell away from me!" She yells and I feel a knot in my throat at the sight of her face, streaked with fucking tears. 

"You didn't cover it." I say quietly and she scowls at me. 

"I just, havent gotten around to it!" she yells at me and then goes to turn from me again and I grab her arm. 

"I said leave me alone!" she yells and yanks at her arm, but I swing another arm around her and pull her to me. 

"Let go of me!" she growls , the tears have stopped, now she's all anger and fire. 

"Isnt that what I tried to do? And whered I go the second I got back here Magdalena? Right fuckin here." I say and she stops pulling.

"You fucking covered it!" she yells, her voice breaking the tears starting again and I can tell by the anguished look on her face, she REALLY hates the fact she's crying right now. Hates ME right now too. 

"Cause i thought you were going to cover yours." I say. 

"So what? You meant it when you left? You're just fuckin done with me?" she scowls at me, tears ripping down her cheeks. 

"You couldnt fuckin wait to cover it could you? To fucking erase me!" she yells.

"Fucking hell Magda, YES alright? I thought we were fuckin done, I thought getting the fuck away from you for a few months would let me get my fuckin head right, cause you're fuckin poison Magda, god damn, fucking, poison" I growl at her and her eyes widen. I see it coming and I dont fuckin stop it as she lifts her hand and slaps me across the face.

When I don't react she goes to do it again. I catch her wrist.

"You gonna let me fuckin finish, or just keep hittin me?" I growl , grabbing her wrist hard. 

"I cant fucking stand you" she hisses. "I HATE you" she seethes, the tears going on and off at random. Her cheeks are wet, but they've stopped again. 

"No you fucking dont...otherwise you wouldnt be fucking crying over a fucking tattoo" I hiss and she snarls, her mouth tightening. 

"fuck you" she says, snatching her hand away. 

"dont ever touch me again, dont even fuckin look at me, dont come near me! I fucking hate you!" she says,voice cracking. "I hate you so fucking much Atticus!" 

Her tears start again and she goes to turn away and I grab her once again, and she barely puts up a fight as I pull her into my chest, and wrap my arms around her.

"please quit crying" I huff as she sniffles.

"fuck you" she sniffs and then wraps her arms around me, hugging me tight. 

"I'm sorry I covered it...I'm sorry I left thinking I could ever fucking get you out of my fuckin head....you're fuckin poison Magdalena, but so am i....we're not fucking good for each other...but fuck...I dont want you with anyone else but me...because you're fuckin mine....I dont want you fighting or yelling with anyone but me.....i wanted you every fuckin day I was gone...i hate you too ....but only because i fuckin love you so god damn much....you drive me fuckin nuts...and i cant get enough...god, i fuckin love you" I growl and she grabs her arms tighter around me.

Magdalena tips her head back, and then is lifting her arms up and I dip down to let her wrap them around my neck and crash her pretty mouth to mine.

"fuck" I groan and then reach down, grab her ass and lift her up and she kisses me hard, and deep and her legs and arms are squeezing like vices around me. 

"i love you" I growl into her mouth, one hand on her ass, the other lifting into her hair, as I slant my mouth over hers, tilting my head, our tongue pushing and I groan loudly as she whimpers in my mouth.

"I love you" she breathes. "I love you" 

"i'll get another tattoo tomorrow" I groan and she shakes her head.

"fuck you its not the same." she pants. "I fucking hate you so much" she whimpers and I grin, kissing her.

"yeah, i know Little Satan" I say and she moans at my nickname i've always called her, even before we started dating. 

"I hate you , I hate you Atticus" she moans as I turn and walk her to a waist high gravestone, propping her ass on the ledge, as I undo my pants again.

"too fuckin bad, cause you're mine" I say and she bites her lips, her hands pawing at my pants, pushing them down.

"God, i hate you" she whispers as she grabs my dick once more. 

"say you're mine" I groan, as I line up, the head of my cock again her cunt, as she lifts her hand behind my neck, to hold on, the other hand on the edge of the gravestone. 

"pretty sure the tattoo on my ass says it Atticus, so just  fuck me"