EroticReverie

Valencia

I know I shouldn't let it happen. I know I shouldn't have barged in here demanding he talk to me, and I know I defintely shouldnt have let him hold me, or let him take off my clothes. But I missed him. Miss all of them. I miss belonging to them, being with them. I was being selfish, because, what else is new? I was selfish when I left, selfish for four god damn years, and I was STILL being selfish, because I knew better than to let Archer do this. Because I knew him well enough to know, he wasn't done being mad at me. He wasn't done hating me. 

His cock is lined up, he draws his hand away, as the head of his bare cock pushes against where I've needed him for four years. I cant let him do this. He'll just hate me even more when it's done. I lift my hand between us as he puts his hands to the bed. I press my hand to his chest, to ask him, to make sure. 

"Wait..are you sure you want to do-" 

I'm cut off by own cry as Archer slams into me. No warming me up after four years of not having sex. No gentle fucking coaxing of my walls. He drills into me, deep, hard. angrily. He groans and my hands push on his chest, my fingers curling and nails digging in as my back bows off the bed and Archer pulls out, and slams right back in. 

Tears spring to my eyes, and I try to hold back my cries. We've had rough makeup sex plenty of times before, but never like this. The look on his face, ..it hurts to look at. He WANTS to hurt me. And I deserve it. I look down between us, watching his hips crash into me, his hips digging into me and rolling against my thighs as he tries to get himself even deeper inside of me. I hiss, and my lip trembles, and I let the tears fall down my cheeks. He grunts, and shifts his weight onto one hand and the other grabs my chin. He grabs it hard and I flinch. 

"fuckin look at me" he growls, and i do as he says. My wet lashes blinking against my cheeks as I look up at him. The angry scowl of a man who hates me, looking down at me, while he keeps giving me hard thrusts. His jaw clenching each time I make a little a cry. He watches my tears fall, his eyes tracking each one. I dont tell him to stop. I deserve to suffer, I deserve to have to look at him hate me while he fucks me. 

HE snarls and pulls out and then pushes my face to the side, then is grabbing me and pulling me and flipping me over and I cry as he pushes my head into the bed, slaps my ass and then grabs my hip to make me lift my ass, and he pushes right back in.

"I cant even fucking look at you" he growls and I cry. 

"I fucking hate you" he grunts, and slams harder, the bed hitting the wall, the mattress squeaking and a few screams rip from my lungs as he pushes up and both his hands grab my hips and he yanks them higher, my hands shooting out over the pillows and into the headboard as i keep my face down, tears soaking his sheets as he digs his fingers into my skin, and his hips smack hard and fast off my ass. 

"i fuckin hate you" he growls through his teeth and slaps my ass hard, and I yelp, crying as he then snatches my hair and pulls it back, my hands leaving the headboard and going to the bed as I let him put me however he wants me. 

"archer" I cry.

"shut up" he growls and pulls my hair harder, and my scalp burns and I hiss, my cheeks wet, tears still soaking them in streams that wont stop coursing down my cheeks. 

It wasnt his cock that was hurting me, and making me cry. And he knew it. It was the way he was fucking me. The fact I could feel how angry he was with me. the fact he didnt even want to look at me, he just wanted to use me and punish me. 

I already knew that come tomorrow morning, he'd still be furious with me. Because this wasnt make up sex. This was him taking it out on me, that I left him. He may still love me, but Im not sure it matters when he hates me this much. 

He groans, then pushes me off his cock and fall to my stomach, and feel him cum on my backside. Cum hitting my ass, my back as I bury my face in the bed and cry harder. 

He pants, breathing hard. He says nothing, and I know he's watching my body shake as I try to keep my crying down, to hide from him, to hide from myself. 

"I'm going to clean up. I don't want you in my fucking bed when I come back." he says and leaves the bed, leaves his room. 

Choking on my sobs, I push up, grabbing my clothes, wiping my tears. I clutch my clothes to my chest and I wait standing in his room, because I wasnt going to go to my bedroom with cum on my fucking back with my daughter in there, even if she was asleep. So I wait till he's done in the bathroom. He looks at me standing there when he walks back in. I dont look at him. I move around him and towards the door. His hand grabs my arm and I Stop but I dont look up. 

"I want a paternity test. And if she's not mine....i never want to see you again." He says, then releases me. I move from the room as fast as I can and to the bathroom and close the door behind me. Im shaking as I clean myself up, wiping tears on the back of my hands. 

For a  brief moment, right before he was inside me, when he told me my next child would be his, I thought maybe there was a chance that he'd forgive me, that maybe there was hope like there was with Emmett and Drew. But he's never been this cruel to me, because you're not that mean to someone, if you love them. 

I wait till I'm calmed, at least as much as I can be. I pull on my shirt, and my underwear. Holding my pants and my bra and go back to my room. My daughter sprawled out on the bed. So I tuck myself to one side and lay there most of the night, barely getting any sleep.