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Wild Summer (Part 7)

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Parings: Rafe Cameron x Reader (main), JJ Maybank x Reader, Kiara Carrera x Reader

Synopsis: After her encounter with Kie, Y/N enjoys her night with the Pogues. Her and JJ have a conversation on where they stand. Rafe is dealing with some confusing feelings. Tensions come to a head when Rafe and Y/N meet in the parking lot.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), Rafe has sex w someone else but don't worry he has trouble finishing (oops) and his ego is wounded, car sex, rough sex, spanking, hair pulling, squirting, mean!Rafe (he's really mean in this one)

A/N: Surprise!!! I know, I know! I'm really really sorry about the delay! I hope you all enjoy this part! Summer is back and so is Wild Summer! I promise to try and do better with updating after my finals are done. Uni has been crazy, depresh was killing me but never mind that - Rafe and Y/N FINALLY hook up again! But it wouldn't be them without complications so fair warning - Rafe gets real mean in this one.

Wild Summer Part 7

It was happening again. She was there one moment and gone the next, just like that day at the Island Club. Rafe remembered what had happened the last time he blinked and she disappeared - she was off somewhere fucking him. Rafe's blood boiled. Jealousy, anger, resentment and hurt all wrapped into one. He couldn't believe it was happening again.

He was torn between going off and finding them and beating the shit out of the pogue for daring to touch her - and crying from all the feelings swirling in him. The alcohol, drugs and frustration were a bad mix for his head and he didn't like the darkness that was enveloping him. Tonight was supposed to be his night. His night of freedom from Y/N and all the shit that came with her. And yet here he was again, feeling sad and angry at a party that was meant to bring him joy.

The girl he had been dancing with was getting handsier, her hands slipping under his shirt, reminding him why he was there to begin with. Fuck her out of his system. That was the plan. He could do it too, so easily. The girl was more than willing and the fact that Y/N was with him made him want to forget her even more.

His lips found the blonde's, taking control of the kiss and their movements. She moaned into his mouth and he smirked, deciding enough was enough. It was time to snap out of it and have some fucking fun.

But without his consent his gaze swept over the party again, noticing something out of the corner of his eye. Maybank. He was messing around with his friends. It took a few seconds for his anger to turn to confusion, finally realizing what was missing from the picture. She wasn't there.

JJ was there and Y/N wasn't with him. Which meant she wasn't off getting fucked by the pogue like he had expected and it threw him. His eyes searched the party for any sign of her but he found none. The confusion turned to worry, as his brain started coming up with different scenarios as to where she had gone and what might have happened to her.

The girl he had been making out with a minute ago forgotten. He had half a mind to just go up to Maybank and demand to know where Y/N was. Why didn't the asshole seem worried in the slightest? What if something happened? What if...

His train of thought broke as his brain short circuited. She was back. She was okay, she was safe and she was coming back from the woods and she was... holding hands with Kiara. They both looked dishevelled and flushed and he knew what they'd been up to. Un-fucking-believable.

He stared as the two girls joined the rest of the pogues again and started laughing like them fucking off in the woods was a regular occurrence. It took a minute for his brain to fully comprehend it though but once he did the anger returned. He was such a fool.

He had been right, she was getting fucked by a pogue just not the one he thought. Kie. A traitor of their class, pogue by choice. And now Y/N's most recent conquest. He wondered how many more people on the island she'd fucked in the short time she'd been here.

He watched her laugh with the group, his heart hammering in his chest. His frustration reached new levels, the anger still there but he ran hot with something else too - lust. He had been ignoring it all night. How beautiful and sexy she looked, the memories of her taste and her sounds and how she felt on him. He became flushed at the thoughts.

Suddenly, he thought about her and Kie.... He would never admit it but he'd always thought Kie was as attractive as she was self righteous. But now his mind was running wild with all these images of the two girls tangled together and it overwhelmed him. His anger mixed with desire drove him crazy, until he could feel the tightness of his pants and realized where he was.

The blonde was smirking at him, clearly noticing his excitement and thinking it was because of her. He didn't care to correct her. This was it. He was going to have sex with this girl and finally release the frustration that had been building up for days.

"Wanna get outta here?" He asked and she grinned so big he felt a little guilty, but soon forgot all about it as she took his hand and dragged him away from the party.

........

Y/N and Kie had rejoined the party with flushed cheeks and a spark in their eyes and anyone who wasn't completely wasted could figure out what they'd been up to.

JJ was looking broody when Y/N approached and she began to feel guilt seeping in. She didn't regret what she did with Kie and definitely wasn't planning on it being a one time thing. But she was here as his guest. And even though they were casual, she still felt a little shitty for hooking up with his friend when he was nice enough to invite her to the party to start with.

"Hey." She walked up to him wearing a sheepish smile. His face remained serious when he spoke.

"Hey." His tone was neutral and she couldn't make out what he was thinking or feeling. She was getting antsier by the second and felt the sudden urge to apologize.

"Listen-" she cut herself off as his smirk broke through and she realized he was messing with her. He laughed at her face, a mix of bewilderment and guilt, until she relaxed and rolled her eyes at him.

"You dick."

"I'm sorry, what was that?" He leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"I thought you were mad." She looked sheepish again and he felt a twinge of guilt for messing with her like that.

"Why would I be mad? Because I brought you to a party and you disappeared to fuck my friend?" His voice was casual but she felt the need to clear the air.

"Yeah... I'm sorry, that wasn't cool."

"It's fine, Y/N. I mean, I know we ain't serious." He gave her a small smile, an attempt to alleviate her mood.

"No, I know. I just... I guess I didn't think about how it might make you feel." He realized she was being serious and he took a step closer to her.

"I'm not upset, if that's what you think." She opened her mouth to protest and he wrapped his hand around her arm to pull her closer. She was looking up at him with an anxious expression. He felt kind of dumb for making her stress out, even though she was right - it wasn't very cool what she did. But he truly wasn't upset.

"Look, I know our thing is casual. And I'm glad you and Kie are... getting along now." She blushed as he smirked.

"But I am... I mean..." He trailed off trying to find the right words to explain what he was feeling.

"I like you." Her eyes widened and he quickly continued.

"Not like that. Just. I like being around you... and you know... the sex is great." She smiled at that.

"I just- I guess I wonder where this leaves me. Cause I don't mind you being with other people, I don't!" He was blushing, talking about his feelings wasn't something he usually did.

"I just... I'd like us to keep... you know..." She smirked at his awkwardness, finding it adorable.

"Fucking?" She offered and he scoffed.

"Well, yeah. Not the word I was gonna use but yeah." He scratched the back of his head, looking at the floor.

"But it's not just that. I like hanging with you..." he was blushing harder and her features softened.

"I'd like to think we're friends, I don't know. I don't know what I'm saying anymore." He chuckled awkwardly avoiding her eyes.

She smiled and took a step closer to him, cupping his cheek and making him look at her.

"I like to think we're friends too." His dimple made a reappearance and she smiled bigger.

"And I would like to keep... fucking you." he was blushing crimson now, a goofy little smile on his face.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She pulled him closer, foreheads meeting and noses brushing.

"I'd really like to kiss you now, if that's okay with you, friend." He rolled his eyes as she smirked and pulled him in. The kiss was sweet, reassuring, comforting and wonderful. Neither tried to deepen it both content to just be with each other. It was nice. Really nice.

..........

The girl was kissing Rafe's neck while she rode him sensually. They were on the far side of the beach, the music from the party barely audible. She was moaning into him while he squeezed her ass as she bounced up and down on his cock. It was dark where they were. She was good. But for some reason it felt off.

The damp sand that was digging into his skin was irritating, the darkness that surrounded them was creeping him out. Her moans were too loud, the wrong pitch, her movements too erratic. Her skin felt sticky from the sweat and salt and he didn't like the feel of it under his fingers. It was wrong. All of it was wrong.

He didn't know what the hell was happening to him because there he was getting laid on the beach with a sexy blonde and yet he couldn't relax. Every noise was amplified, crickets in the nearby trees grating on his nerves, the waves kissing the shore an unpleasant hum in his eardrums. The girl was riding him like a pro, and she was definitely enjoying herself. So why was he not? He should be. He fucking should be.

He started pushing into her, trying to chase down that need that kept itching at him but he couldn't find it. She was loving it though, based on how much louder she got. It annoyed him. He wanted it to be over already so he could drink some more or go home or float away in the ocean. He didn't know. He just knew he hated this.

She finally came on his dick, squeezing him tight and try as he might he just couldn't enjoy it the way he used to. The way any normal man should. She was riding out her high on him, looking down at him like she was waiting for something from him. He couldn't give it to her though. So after a few more moments he rolled them over and pulled out of her, laying back on the sand after he did.

"That was fun." She smiled but all she got was a hum in return. She was panting, sated but also confused. She knew he hadn't come. He was still hard but it was like he was numb. She didn't understand what went wrong. She tried going down on him but he pulled her off of him when he realized what she was doing.

"What's wrong?" Her voice was incredulous.

"Nothing." He muttered and got up, discarding the condom and grabbing his clothes as he went. She scoffed and grabbed her own clothes quickly putting them on while he slowly got dressed.

"So that's it?" She sounded mad. He wasn't sure what her problem was though.

"You finished didn't you?" His words came out harsher than he intended but he couldn't find it in him to care. At that she turned around and left him standing there with a final "fuck you, man".

He stood and stared out at the ocean for what felt like forever. As if waiting for something. Some explanation as to what was wrong with him? Some fucking peace, that he hasn't known in years but felt that night with her. His heart was heavy. He had no clue what do to or how to proceed. Well and truly lost.

...........

Y/N was dancing with Pope, laughing at his impressions of the strangers around them. She hadn't laughed this much in ages.

"Do the Morgan Freeman voice!" JJ requested and Y/N already had tears in her eyes before Pope even started talking. And once he did she was clutching her stomach and trying not to fall to the floor. JJ helped her stay upright long enough to make it to a fallen log where they could sit down.

Tonight had been a blast, including but not exclusive to her rendezvous with Kiara. The entire group was so much fun to be around and Y/N felt so welcome and free. She had never had friends like the this, completely at ease with each other, happy just existing together. She liked it. A lot. And she hoped they liked having her around too. They seemed to, after her and Kie got over their awkwardness.

She expected they would get interrogated, judged or at least some awkward tension from the group after what had happened, but other than the initial amused expressions none of the boys mentioned it again.

She was sitting by JJ's side, leaning her head on his shoulder, feeling sated - happy even. Everyone was laughing at Pope and she felt like the smile on her face was permanent.

Kiara was sitting opposite her with John B. and she kept stealing glances at Y/N. She had a smile on her face too. Any awkwardness or tension that was there before was nowhere to be found. Kie's face was friendly and peaceful and she was looking at Y/N like she belonged there. It tugged at Y/N heartstrings because she knew she did not. That this was all temporary. But if hanging out with them meant experiencing this kind of fun and contentment, she wasn't going to complain. She would take as much of it as she could get, happy to be along for the ride however short it might be.

It was getting late. She had stopped drinking a while ago, opting to switch to water instead in hopes of lessening her troubles tomorrow. She really didn't want to wake up with a head splitting hangover. The crowd was getting smaller, people deciding enough was enough and leaving the party. She wondered how much longer JJ and his friends were planning on sticking around.

She looked over the people now and witnessed some drunken stupors, some people still dancing way off beat and a few determined guys attempting a keg stand even though none of them were sober enough to succeed. And then her eyes met his.

He was on the other side of the party, blending into the shadows looking like a rain cloud. She almost gulped at the sight.

He was looking right back at her and it was quickly making her lose that sense of contentment she had been feeling. She hadn't been ignorant of his presence, having known he was there all along. His piercing stares could be felt on her skin throughout the night. But she never turned. She didn't want to look at him and lose herself again, the way she had yesterday. She was happy to hang out with JJ and the group, happy to mess around with Kie, but he was always there in the back of her mind like an itch begging to be scratched. She didn't know how long she could keep ignoring him before her body gave in and she fell from the precipice all over again.

It felt inevitable. It was a pull much stronger than her determination could handle. She knew she would fall back into him even though she didn't want to. She wanted to move on and forget but he was not letting her. It was as if he had crawled his way under her skin and no matter how much she tried she couldn't deny her need for him forever.

So her eyes found him, despite her best efforts not to. She was tired after all, no longer on high alert. And he was looking right at her. It was like she was caught in a trance that were his eyes and the way he was looking at her.

Like he wanted her. Like she was his. And that made a spark of anger shoot through her because she wasn't. She wasn't anyone's. But he didn't seem to want to accept that. She could see his anger too, it was radiating off of him. Like she had pissed him off something awful. But also his desire. It was all over his face, he couldn't hide it if he wanted to.

He needed her. Needed to touch her and feel her again. The last time she was in his arms too far away, too long ago. He needed it, craved it like an addict. And he knew it too. It was dangerous. And he was mad. Real mad. At her. At himself. At JJ, Kie, at all the pogues for keeping her attention the whole night while all he wanted was to be with her.

He felt so pent up, like he couldn't breathe. Like if only he could have her and kiss her and touch her, if only she was in his orbit, he could take in air. And while she was all the way over there, on the other side of the bonfire, his lungs were failing, screaming at him. Go get her.

But they were both stubborn. A recipe for disaster. They had known it from the first moment their eyes met that night. And they didn't care about the warning signs because the pull was inescapable. It still was. He thought it always would be.

The trance was broken when JJ suddenly jumped off the log, startling her back to earth. The reason for his movement became obvious once she refocused. John B had fallen off the other log and took Kie with him, the girl trying to push him off of her to no avail. JJ and Pope managed to flip him off right before he threw up, Kie fortunate to escape it.

It was becoming clear to everyone that the night was over. JJ and Pope helped John B up while Kie dusted herself off with a disappointed look at her friend. Summer stood and started helping Kie gather their stuff and the trash they left.

Kie was shocked to see her helping with the clean up, not having expected it from the girl. Yet again, Y/N was proving her wrong. Yet again, she felt like a fool for jumping to conclusions earlier. She smiled at her and Kie returned it, blushing as the memories of their forest rendezvous flashed to the forefront of her mind.

She had had a really good time with Y/N. The girl gave her some of the best orgasms she'd ever experienced and it was in a quick, party-side moment. She wondered how it might be in a proper private setting. She also wanted to return the favour, make Y/N feel good too. She hoped Y/N would keep her word and there would indeed be another time.

She shook off her naughty thoughts just in time to see Pope walking up to the two girls. They had just finished gathering their left overs as he approached.

"JB's passed out. JJ's taking him to the Twinkie. Time to call it." Kie nodded joining him.

Y/N was a bit confused with that the hell 'the Twinkie' was but she didn't feel it right to ask questions right then. It wasn't important. It was time to go home.

"You coming?" Pope asked, taking Y/N by surprise. She had driven herself and JJ there earlier and wasn't sure about the other's driving situation. She nodded and joined them on the walk to the parking lot where she immediately noticed JJ struggling to strap a passed out John B into the passenger seat of an old, beaut up VW van.

Pope and Kie made their way into the back of the van just as JJ walked to the driver's side. He finally noticed Y/N standing by the side of the van, looking lost.

"What's up?" She looked at him confused.

"Hm?" He chuckled at how cute she looked with her nose all scrunched up. She was thinking.

"What's running through that pretty head of yours, huh?" He was standing right in front of her then, Y/N finally looking up at him properly.

"What's going on?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I was just wondering what the hell the Twinkie meant..." she trailed off blushing and he couldn't stop the smile that made its way onto his face. She was so cute.

"My lady, meet the Twinkie." He patted the top of the van with a smirk and it took Y/N a second to realize what he was saying. When she did she laughed, eyes looking like stars in the night. She was beautiful.

"I see." She was still smiling, making JJ's heart beat just a little faster. The way she was looking at him was making him feel flushed. Then a loud groan could be heard from the van and they all looked over to see John B leaning his head against the window and moaning something.

"We should go, J." It was Pope who spoke, peaking out from the back of the van. "He needs to lay down."

"Yeah, of course. Of course." JJ cleared his throat and looked back at Y/N, who had a small smile still on her face.

"Do you wanna... come with, or?" Her smile widened.

"Nah, I'm good. My car's here anyway."

"Right. Right, of course." He didn't move, looking sheepish. It was clear he didn't want to say goodbye even though he had to. The thought made her smile and without thinking she leaned in and kissed him. It was short and sweet, resulting in a full flush of his dimpled cheeks.

"I'll text you." She smiled, walking slowly backwards.

"You all be safe, now." She waved at the others and they returned the goodbye. JJ shook his head and finally got into the drivers seat looking back at her. She winked and turned around heading in the direction of her own car. He couldn't hold back the smile on his face as he started up the Twinkie and made off toward the Chateu.

........

She was starting to feel it all at once. The contentment but also exhaustion from her night, the lingering sadness and frustration from the night before and his presence at the party. As she walked towards where she parked her car, all those feelings washed over her and she felt overwhelmed. It was as if her ears were buzzing from all the noise of her feelings, which she knew made no sense.

She had just gotten to her car when she felt it. A presence in the shadows. Someone was behind her, watching her. And though this should have made her panic and instigate her fight or flight instinct - she relaxed. All the noise from earlier, all the pent up energy suddenly disappeared and there was only silence and peace.

It was him. She could feel it. As if she had some kind of sixth sense when it came to him, her body just knowing when he was near.

She'd felt a lot of things tonight but the one thing she hadn't felt in days was peace. She knew it was because of him. There was no one else and nothing else in the world when they were alone together. It didn't matter if it was a loud party, a private hotel room or a dark forest parking lot. She always felt safe with him. The irony wasn't lost on her.

She exhaled. He hadn't said anything yet, but he knew she knew he was there. He could tell by her body language, by the way her shoulders loosened and she seemed relaxed. She was waiting for him to make a move, just standing there by her car. Waiting for him.

He was so angry and happy and tired and frustrated from everything that had happened in the last few days, everything that has been happening since she came into his life. He was still feeling the effects of the substances in his system and it was making him more and more irate. He could feel the frustration turn to arousal turn to desperation and then he was moving.

In a split second he was there, his front pressed to her back, heat radiating off of him into her own body. She shivered as his hands made contact with the bare skin of her arms and his breath hit her ear as he breathed in her scent.

He felt like he was going to cry from the relief of feeling her again, but that didn't last long. The memories rushed back at him and the anger he had felt came back with fervor. He was mad and turned on and he wanted to make her pay. Wanted her to fall apart for him and feel sorry for the way she treated him. Like he was just some guy to her. Like she didn't feel the same damned pull he did when they were together. Like he was a fool.

She relaxed back into him and his heart skipped a beat. For a moment he forgot himself and almost nuzzled his face into her neck but he caught himself in time. He remembered how fucking embarrassed he was earlier when he couldn't do what she had suggested. He couldn't fuck her out of his system. And he felt like he was going to burst from the anger and resentment. Towards her and himself. But he would focus on his anger toward her for now. And let her feel it.

She didn't deserve his soft love, didn't want it, rejected it. So he'd make sure she regretted it. She'd get his anger instead. And maybe then she'd understand. Or maybe she wouldn't. It didn't matter. He no longer cared. At least that's what he told himself.

The next thing she knew she was being pinned against the side of her car, her front roughly connecting with the metal making her let out a wince. It almost made him crack immediately but he couldn't. She hadn't pushed him off so he knew she wasn't complaining.

He roughly grabbed her ass as he flipped up her dress and then his palm made contact with her cheeks with a resounding smack. She gasped into the night air. Both turned on by his aggressiveness and worried about doing that out in the open like this. Sure it was dark but still. She forgot all about it though, when he pressed his clothed cock against her ass making her feel just how much he wanted her. She moaned and he smirked at the sound, having her right where he wanted her. If she wanted to act like a slut he was going to treat her like one.

He grasped her hair in his fist and pulled her back into him roughly. Her gasped whine made his cock twitch and his heart skip.

"Rafe..." he yanked her harder, making her words die out on her tongue.

"Open it." It took her a moment to realize what he was talking about when he pushed her into the back door of her car. He was being so rough with her and it concerned her as much as it made her shiver with anticipation.

She clumsily searched her purse for her car keys and almost dropped them when he quickly took them from her shaking hand and unlocked the car himself. Before she could speak, the back door was open and he was pushing her in, bending her over the seat.

"Rafe-" he interrupted her again with another smack on her ass, this time hard enough to make tears sting at her eyes. He rubbed the red mark to soothe it giving her a false sense of comfort before doing it again. He roughly grabbed her panties and ripped them off of her making her gasp into the small space she was in.

He was still outside standing behind her, admiring the view of her bent over for him, red ass on full display. He could see her pussy glistening in the low light and he wanted to curse at how hard he was. She was loving this, he could tell. It made him angrier and more desperate to feel her around him again.

He made work of unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his thighs along with his boxers, leaving him finally out of the constraint he's been in for what felt like forever. He let out a breath in relief and she started to turn, hoping to take a look at him. He stopped her before she could though, pushing her further down onto the seat, making her arch her back. It made her ass look even more enticing. He almost cursed under his breath but managed to keep it in. Fuck, she drove him crazy with every move she made.

He slapped her ass again, trying to release his frustration but it just kept sizzling. Her whine into her arm didn't go unnoticed, as his dick twitched and precum started leaking from his red tip. He didn't have it in him to hold back anymore. So he didn't.

In one move he pushed inside her, filling her up, balls deep. Her choked gasp made him want to hold her close but he remembered how he felt for the past few days and that need to comfort was once again overrun by his anger.

He stood still for what felt like forever making her more desperate by the second. She felt at odds, part of her needing him to move and bring her pleasure, the other part wanting to push him off and force him to talk to her. But she was afraid he wouldn't. So she waited for his next move, impatiently.

After what felt like forever he finally moved, pulling out of her almost completely before slamming right back into her making her close her eyes and release a loud moan.

He did the same thing a few more times, watching her wince and moan and push back, instinctually chasing him. He was playing with her and she was getting frustrated. So she decided to do something about it. She moved back hard, forcing him back in with a groan of his own. She smirked in victory but it didn't last long because the next second he was setting up a fast rough pace, turning her into a moaning whimpering mess.

"Fuck! Rafe-" she started but he interrupted yet again and she didn't even have the time to get mad because he had grabbed her face in one hand, squeezing her cheeks. She was taken by surprise by his roughness once again, yet he could feel her pussy clenching on him at the act.

"Be a good little slut-" his hips rutted into her hard interrupting his words. "And shut up. Hm?" His voice was low and raspy and so damn hot. He had never been this mean and she hated that it made her so fucking weak for him.

Her eyes closed, face meeting the car seat as he pushed her down by her shoulders causing her to squeeze him tighter with her cunt. He was so fucking turned on it was making it hard to keep control, but fuck if he didn't make sure she ached tomorrow. She won't be able to forget about him in the morning if she can't walk straight. The thought made him smirk and land a rough smack on her ass again. She almost screamed, her noises seeming too loud for the close space they were in.

He reached forward sticking his fingers in her mouth, to lower the noise or to feel her clench down on him harder, he wasn't sure. His pace so hard it had the car shaking from his thrusts. It was filthy.

It felt so good. It was so hot and sexy and rough and it was driving her crazy that no matter how hard she tried to form a coherent thought or take some control over the situation he would hit her G-spot just right and she'd lose it all over again. All she could do was let out mumbles and noises that didn't make any sense. He was fucking her dumb and she hated it. But she also loved it.

All the frustration, all the stress she had been under, all the fear and anxiety she'd been feeling over their situation since yesterday just went away. She wasn't overthinking, wasn't worrying about what would happen tomorrow or how she would stay away from him now that she'd let him back in again. All her brain could understand in that moment was how good he was fucking her, how much pleasure she was experiencing, how much she needed more and more and more.

Time slipped away from them, it could have lasted 2 minutes or 2 hours, they didn't know and didn't care. They were lost in the feel of each other. Him wanting to fuck her so good she sees stars, so she can never forget him. Her wanting him to keep fucking her forever and never ever stop. It was too good. Too hot. Too much.

And as he hit her G-spot for the umpteenth time that night she came undone. Her scream was deafening, her grip on him vice like, he swore he could've passed out. She was shaking as he kept fucking her through her orgasm. He was trying so hard not to cum because he didn't want this to be over yet. He wouldn't let it.

She collapsed onto the seat, feeling totally fucked out. She thought he had cum, with how still he was inside her for a minute. But then he pulled her closer by her hips, positioning one knee onto the seat and somehow fucking her even deeper than before. She was mewling out desperate pleas, she wasn't sure what for, to stop or keep going. He didn't care either. He couldn't let himself stop before he let all of the anger out and he still had a lot left.

His pace was brutal and she didn't know how she hadn't passed out already, feeling like she was half way to leaving her body. But it felt so good. It hurt so good. The pain and pleasure was overlapping in a way she'd never experienced before. It was too much. It wasn't enough. It was everything. She was so close.

And then he slipped his hand under her, rubbing her clit harshly and she came again. This time even harder. So hard she swore she blacked out for a second. He kept fucking her through it, so close to his own peak while he watched her cum for him, fall apart for him, in a completely new way. It was mesmerizing.

He wished he could refrain, to keep it in, but he couldn't. He couldn't because the hottest thing he'd ever wittnessed just happened in front of him. On him. And he couldn't hold it back anymore. His hips stuttered as he reached his high, filling her up with his cum. His groans were loud and he was trying his hardest not to close his eyes, not wanting to miss a second of it.

She was limp under him once her high passed, feeling absolutely drained after the experience. He was still inside her, occasionally twitching as the last of his orgasm washed over him. His face was buried in her back, breathing her in, both their breaths fast and shallow, sweat coating their skins making them sticky. Not just sweat though. Her cum too.

She'd squirted. All over. Her release covered both of them and the car underneath. She still hadn't grasped what had happened but he couldn't think of anything else.

Fuck. That was the best thing ever. Hottest, most wonderful thing he'd ever been part of. She came so hard on his dick - he was the one who made her squirt all over her car, him, no one else. It made a burst of pride swell in his chest. She defintely won't forget that. He smiled, breathing in her scent as her own breathing got more even.

That damn scent, her scent, it was so ingrained inside him now. God damn he felt so happy to be in it again. In her again. With her again.

But then she started moving and his dreamy state cleared, leaving him to remember what had happened and why. Why she had cum so hard. Why he had fucked her so hard to begin with. And then he remembered how much she hurt him and that the whole reason he was there was to hurt her too.

So as much as he wanted to just wrap her up in his arms and take her home and hold her and kiss her and keep her safe with him he couldn't. That wasn't the plan. The plan was to fuck his anger into her and he had. The anger was gone, he realized. It had been gone since she started squeezing him for the second time. He had felt sated. Happy even. But it didn't last, it couldn't. It never did with her. So he withdrew out of her and got dressed again.

She was laying there as he pulled out, wincing at the loss of contact. She was so tired and she just wanted to wrap herself around him and fall asleep right there in the car. She didn't even care that the seat was damp, couldn't even really process the fact that she'd just squirted for the first time in her life. It didn't matter. In that moment she just wanted him to hold her, to feel his skin on hers while she fell asleep.

But he wasn't coming back. She heard him ruffling around behind her and expected him to come lay with her when he got dressed. But he didn't. She pushed herself up, with great effort, to turn around and look for him.

But she didn't see his post orgasm smile or his tired but sparkly eyes, she didn't find the warmth and comfort he had given her that first night. This time she was met with the image of his back walking away from her. Leaving her alone, cold, and hearbroken. Sitting in her car wishing he'd turn around and change his mind.

But he didn't. He was gone.

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