PWP

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"I hate you."

"I hate you more." Rob responded.

"You smell like cheap cologne." She sneered at him.

"This from the woman who's breath regularly smells like she's gargled with semen." Rob replied angrily.

"You bastard." She leaned in toward him, he was unsure whether she was going to slap him or not.

"You have no idea." He said coldly. And then she did the most surprising thing of all. She lifted her hand and he was sure she was going to hit him but instead her hand buried into his collar and pulled his face down to hers where she began to kiss him hard. He didn't know why her lips on his felt so right, didn't really have time to think about it because she was backing herself up against the nearest wall and dragging him along by his shirt. And suddenly her legs were around his hips and one of his hands was under her ass, pressing her more snugly against him. The heat emanating from between her thighs was powerful and his dick twitched to be buried in her. She began to yank his shirt up, tearing her mouth off of his lips to kiss his chest.

"Fuck I hate you." She groaned as she flicked her tongue over his nipple.

"I can't stand you." He replied, sliding his hand lower on her ass so he could carress her pussy through her designer dress pants.

"Then shut up and fuck me so I can get you out of my system for once and for all." She growled, biting his neck roughly.

"I think this is the one thing I agree with you on." Rob answered, pulling her face up to once more kiss her while his free hand went to work on her silk blouse. It was harder to undo all those buttons with one hand and she got impatient.

"God damn can't you do anything right?" She complained, batting his fingers away to do it herself. He pressed her roughly into the wall, his dick practially breaking through his track pants, he was so hard.

"There's one thing I do perfectly well." He smirked into her surprised face.

"Then put your money where your mouth is Cowboy and prove it." She grinded her hips back against him. He yanked her shirt open now that she had freed it from the buttons and yanked her bra up over her breasts, biting hard on the nipples and making her gasp. She unwrapped her legs from his waist and started to undo her pants, shoving them down with her underwear, kicking off her shoes when she realized they'd be in the way. he was pulling down his own pants. He wasn't wearing shoes so they fell in a pool arond his feet easily. He wasn't wearing underwear either and she gulped at the site of his cock. How could something so beautiful be on such a despicable man? She wondered. He was lifting her back up, placing her legs in the postion on his waist where they had been before, she looked into his eyes as she felt the tip of him seeking her out. She reached inbetween them and guided him into her, whimpering as he filled her, she was aching for this since she had met him but had used insults to keep the want at bay. He had been just as happy to participate in the two person war that was waging between them, often calling her names to her face and using any opprotunity to insult her. She could pretend then that he was an ugly hateful man that deserved nothing but her disgust. It had worked until today. Damn him for being so sexy. She had stared into his green eyes and had become lost, she realised she had always avoided looking him in the eye, she was sure she would melt. And melt she did. Now he was buried in her pussy and gently stroking her face as he studied her eyes.

Rob held still letting her make the next move, letting her be the aggressor so she couldn't say he had tricked her. She had always seemed like such a cold bitch. She insisted on calling him Robbie which he hated or would make up nicknames that seemed more like she was laughing at him then terms of endearment. There was Butch, Sailor, Tough Guy and the latest was Cowboy. Oh and the insults, she was a master at them. He was never thin enough, never smart enough, his albums didn't sound good enough. She loved to dig her nails into his self esteem but for some reason her put downs had never really got to him. If someone else had said the same thing he would have been hiding in his mansion eating Mars Bars for a month. All her comments secretly made him happy, he at least got some of her attention that way. He knew it was perverse but he did get off on her nastiness. Now he looked into her eyes and saw a vulnerability he had never before seen from her, a softness he wouldn't have guessed she was capable of. She closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them before smiling.


"Well Cowboy, you are doing a good job so far." She whipered before kissing his lips and slowly raising and lowering herself onto him, using the wall as leverage. He cupped her breast and began to tease the nipple, but never breaking the stare she was staring with him. They didn't speak anymore, they didn't need to, every flicker of pleasure, need and desire was openly displayed on their faces, in their eyes. She ran her fingers though the hair on the nape of his neck, occasionally digging her nails in when she received a pleasurable jolt. Soon she was not riding him but holding on for dear life as he took over and began to pump ferociously into her, grabbing onto her ass with both hands to keep from dropping her or falling over. He swore softly as he came, she bit her lip to keep from crying out as she came at the same time, amazed by how completely satisfied she felt. She put her hand on the side of his face.

"I still hate you, Rob." She whispered, saying his name for the first time.

"Me too." He nodded before kissing her softly and tenderly.


The End