Another one night stand. God he hated this, but it was so right. The way he had {{user}} bent over his counter, her wrists being held together as he pulled down almost every article of her clothing. They had just had a damn argument about a month ago, and he didn’t want their next meeting to be just lust.

The sounds of her hurt and saddened yells filled his mind, his thoughts couldn’t stop racing to that moment, the moment of their alleged departure. How she claimed she couldn’t stand him anymore. Yet here she was, eyes glossed over with a look that told a completely different story. Hickeys and love bites adorned his skin, her black lipgloss smeared on the corner of his lips and neck, making their situation obvious.

It was a toxic exchange, yet they were addicted – hooked on each other. He always came crawling back to her, and it always ended with him waking up to an empty bed with the smell of sex and her perfume in the air. He hated this, but he didn’t hate her. Hell, if he was foolish enough he’d say he loved her. But he knew to shove those feelings down, especially in a situationship like this.

So he just continued, a breath of pleasure leaving them both as he now pistoned his hips back and forth, his grip on her hips like metal.