The compulsion to fuck laced his exerting breath as Em pummeled deep into Summer, shoving her already constrained chest into the shared bedroom wall, her sloppy breath steaming the pastel, seeping noises as indignant as his hips.
He was fucking her with an unforgiving pace, drilling every ounce of hate he had into a body that refused to obey; hands splaying out against her bedroom wall, pillowing breasts stuffed tight in the vice — attempting to relieve the pressure of his thrusts for a split second on the out-pull, only to bash sloppily into the barrier, ache heard heavily on her lips.
He relished in her pain, roaming his hands over her body to tweak her pebbled nipples, crisping up the arpeggio of strangled moans from her exhausted lips. She craned her head around, gaze struggling to keep focus as he refused to slow down, agape mouth unable to string two words together in her plight.
"You look like a down-trodden whore with your mouth open like that." His comment didn't come a place of love, nor passion, but from a spot of obsession. He loved to hate her — their snippy insults leading to heated lip-locking down a less travelled hallway, hands refusing to act accordingly and nice when left to their own devices.
Em loved to ruin her, hammering his girth fervently between her legs in ways no other man could comprehend. Summer's moans rose an octave, spiking as he pinched hard, flushing pain down her front while still refusing to give her room between their suctioned bodies.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you, sis?" He sizzled, moving targets while still maintaining course, tightness of his balls becoming more present as time ticked on by, adding to the swarm of ache her body was plunged into. Her hands were hapless; eyes only able to shut and block the blandness of the wall as he exuded another groan against her goosebumped flesh.
His next target was her hair, locking a claw-like hand against the fiery-gold phoenix, yanking hard. Her throat tightened as it crooned, slithers of air barely passing her lips. He smirked, forcing her back to his gaze, the blackened pits of his eyeballs drowning her in a world of hurt.
Spittle drooled down her constrained chin as Summer attempted to vilify him, his cackle malignant; force of his hand twirling through strands, gripping it like a leash. She cracked the sordid song of her voice as a hiss like no other rummaged past her lips, noise almost a step too far. Yet, Em didn't relent, tugging harder, forcing her to see only him.
"You're hurting me, asshole!" Her voice struggled to speak, venom spreading in her eyes as he carelessly thrusted, pace only increasing at the tone of her distraught voice. She refused to cry, even though tinges of liquid pooled at her ducts, pain needing to be exhibited across her body. Her ass was already bruised from his menacing thrusts; throat aching from the treatment before being spanked against the wall.
Forcing her to suck his shaft, to wet the wretched thing as a substitute for lube; cunt disobeying the peril of her throbbing mind, slicking up willingly around the austere phallus.
"That's the point," he snickered, unwinding the grip momentarily, noticing her stance off-kilter — his harsh nature still lacked power to contain them both against the wall, her stretched heels holding her in place more than his furled hands. "Wouldn't be worth fucking a slut if I can't hurt her."
"Then do it properly," she rasped, voice turning unfamiliar. She was hoarse, derailed as he further corrupted her, a hand roaming down to slot against her hip while the other dived a fraction lower, wrapping behind her neck. She felt the familiar pressure curl in, stiffening at the treatment.
"There are no pointers you can give me. A whore only knows how to moan in pleasure, nothing more." His words would hurt in any other given moment, but the more he degraded her, the more her cunt leaked over his servicing cock. She was dripping buckets between her burning legs, core tightening like his nails anchoring to flesh.
A hiss came from her, low blow incoming. "You're a pathetic excuse of a man, Em. I fucking-fucking hate you!" The negging came as level as her voice could muster, feeling him succumb to his rage; eyebrows turning lethal, grip strangling her throat, the choking punishment.
"That so?" He hummed, tensing. He was stalling, rampage of thrusts stunning both their ears till his voice drew them out of the animalistic trance. "Shame, because I was just thinking the same about you Summer. All this discipline has made you loose. Maybe I should hop dimensions and find another slut ready to please me."
Blackness gathered in the corner of her slitted eyes, honing onto the insult. She thrashed, spasming in his hold as he cultivated a tortured noise out her ruined throat, pleasuring himself to the way she reacted.
"Only joking. It's too much effort. I much prefer a broken into sis than a brand new tight one." He retracted, drawing his hand away and sauntered in down her body, moving targets like changing the channel. She didn't feel any better at how easily the insults came to his tongue.
His next target was her clit after punishing her twitchy nipples, latching two fingers between her cunt, rubbing poorly to the timing of his thrusts. It felt like he had his hand up like a barrier as he forced her to grind against his sweaty fingers, clit buzzing all the same.
Her panting was music to his ears as the range of moans attempted to return again at an inch of pleasure. She swam in the puddle, cringing when he withdrew the surface. He was edging her, and she hated it, tremors rolling in an unsettling fashion, yearning for him to finish the job.
"Please..." She whined. He latched onto her words.
"Please, what? My dear sister." He taunted back.
"Faster. Ruin me. Now!" Summer had to scream it out, noise rumbling the wall she was smashed against.
"Knew you liked it dirty."
It was like an ignition switch on the last stretch; machine-like drilling surged from his hips, mind empty save for the incessant need to decimate her clenching hole. His hand returned, rubbing hard, sensitive nub singing as she was near. And his mouth wasn't dormant, groaning aimlessly in the air; target found across her back, littering her drenched back in bite marks, creating hisses of pain to flee her lips. His incisors dug deep like a wolf without penetrating flesh — hatred pumped through him, but he held no real need to kill her.
Blood was off the table, spice of their vituperations sharp enough to get her to keel. He baked himself alive in the noises too scandalous to come from a teenager's bedroom when she climaxed against his merciful fingers, rippling her orgasm over his length, massaging him into doing the same.
"Don't you dare take your eyes off me," he commanded, returning to yank at her fiery orange hair, forcing his lips against hers. It was a kiss holding no passion, muffling the pain trapped in the back of her throat as he moved possessively, kissing till there was no more air within him. Then, there was a primal noise roaring from his lips.
Em was cumming, comfort missing as he roamed his teeth against her stained flesh, finding one last campsite to bite hard into. She squirmed, adding to the experience, overstimulated.
He jutted with shallow thrusts into her and Summer felt the ropes of cum splash inside her. Gallons bathing her insides white as she struggled to stay still and pliant, trembling with each deepened thrust inside. Her grooling lips rode hard against his girth, thoughts melting away to the inhumane heat as he finally let go with his hands in her matted hair, tired forehead uncaring of the force she used to rest against the lukewarm plaster.
"F-Fuck..."
Was all Summer ushered out, hearing his laboured groans behind her, forcing the remnants of his load to stick. It barely took him a second longer to uncouple from her failing body, leaving her to recollect herself alone on the carpet. "Aren't we gonna cuddle this time?" She couldn't believe she was saying that.
He didn't offer a second glance, discarding her like trash. "Eh, don't think so. Can't say it was a pleasure, Summer, but your hole was befitting for a slut." He couldn't resist the last-second taunt as his zipper harshly whirred between the beats of her heart, finding herself cold without his heat as he slammed the door behind him, voice already heard in the hallway, lacking any sense of mortification.
His sloppy orgasm leaked between her legs in streams, staining more than her thighs.
God... She fucking hated him and their twisted kind of love.