"I hate you," she hissed.
"Liar," he growled, nipping her ear. "The soaked panties in my pocket indicate otherwise. The same panties that, may I remind you, you willingly handed over. Besides, you know you want me just as badly as I want you."
"Willingly?" she snorted. "I don't recall having much of a choice."
"There's always a choice, my dear."
"Fuck you!"
"That can be arranged, but only after I've thoroughly fucked you, Bella."
"I've asked you not to call me that. I'm not your Bella anymore, remember?"
"Whose choice was that?" he queried as he swept her hair over one shoulder, exposing the zipper of her dress.
"It, I, um," she trailed off as he pressed his lips against her neck.
"Answer me, Bella. Whose choice was it?"
"Oh god," she moaned as he bit her neck and then soothed the mark with his tongue. "Mine. It was mine."
"That's right. It was yours. Remind me again why that is," he asked while sliding the zipper down and pushing the dress off her shoulders. The dress puddled at her feet.
"Because -" she started to say and then drifted off as he dropped a line of kisses along her shoulder before hooking a finger under the strap of her bra and sliding it down her arm.
"I'm listening," he said, trailing kisses along her shoulder and neck as he slid the other strap down her arm.
“We’re no good together.”
With practiced ease, he deftly freed the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts spilled from the cups and her nipples pebbled as the bra joined her dress on the floor. She was left in nothing but a pair of silky black stockings, a matching garter belt, and spiky heels.
“So fucking sexy,” he growled, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples with the pad of his thumbs. He shifted, pressing against her, his arousal evident.
Whimpering, she leaned back into him, her resolve rapidly fading.
“Now what was it you were saying? Oh yes, that we’re no good together. Is that so?”
“We, um,” she stuttered, quickly losing focus as he began to tug on her nipples.
“We what, Bella?”
“Damn it, you know I can’t think when you do that.”
“Do what, Bella? Touch you? Like this?” He twisted her nipples, eliciting a moan from her. “Or like this?” He kissed the back of her neck and then licked his way up to her ear.
She moaned as his touch sent zings of electricity straight to her soaked pussy.
“Still waiting on your response, baby.” His breath was hot in her ear.
She shivered as he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue before sucking her earlobe into his mouth.
“Fuck,” she moaned.
“Should I stop? Is that what you want?”
“No,” she panted.
“That's my girl,” he growled.
He kissed his way down her neck before trailing a line of kisses along her spine. She gasped as his tongue traced the crack of her ass.
“Brace yourself, Bella. Time for a ride.”
She braced herself on the wall as his hands tugged her into position. He spread her ass cheeks and blew a stream of air across her rosebud.
“Oh, hell,” she thought to herself. “He can’t possibly -.”

The thought was lost as he swiped his tongue across her tight crinkle.
“You bastard!” she moaned, shifting and offering him greater access.
He chuckled and continued his assault. Alternating between licks and darting his tongue in and out, he drove her to heights she’d never imagined before, not even when they were together. Within minutes her thighs were quivering and coated with her juices.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpered. “Please, please,” she begged.
He gently bit one ass cheek before asking, “Is there something you want, Bella? Perhaps my cock, here?” he asked as he dragged a finger over her pucker.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, wiggling.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he scolded, “you know it doesn’t work like that.”
“Please,” she pleaded.
“Please what?” he asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small bottle of lube. He held the bottle near her ear, so she heard the flick of it opening. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
She whimpered as he dribbled drops of cold lube in the crack of her ass before gathering them and spreading them around her rosebud. Her knees nearly buckled when he worked the tip of his finger past the tight ring, stretching her tight opening.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she groaned, pressing back against his finger.
“Is that all you want? My finger in your ass? Or would you like me to replace it with my cock?” With each question, he slid his finger deeper in her ass.
It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. “Your cock, please. I want your cock buried in my ass.” she mewled.
The next thing she knew, she was bent over the arm of the couch with his cock pressing against her opening. A low moan escaped her lips as he slowly filled her.
“So damned tight,” he growled, slowly pulling back then pushing it back in.
As he pulled back, she pressed against him and his cock bottomed out.
“Feels so good, so fucking good. Fuck me,” she wailed. “Fuck my ass.”
He gripped her hips as he pummeled his cock in and out. Their moans and the sounds of flesh slapping flesh filled the room. He fucked her hard and fast, his cock bottoming out with every thrust.
“So hot and tight, baby. You love how my cock feels in your ass, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes! I love it. Fuck my ass. Oh yes! Just like that,” the words spilled from her lips.
“Such a dirty girl. I’m going to cum deep in that ass baby. Oh fuck yes,” he roared, his thrusts becoming frantic until his cock erupted, filling her with his hot seed.
She cried out as his orgasm triggered hers, her ass gripping his cock, eager for every drop of his cum. As her orgasm faded his slipped his cock free and tucked it away. Before she could move, he slid a weighted plug in her ass, then lightly slapped an ass cheek.
“You’d better hurry and freshen up. The debate starts in ten minutes. I’ll see you on the stage.”
“Wait,” she called out, “my panties.”
“You’ll get them back in due time, Bella. Perhaps when we arrange that fuck you promised. Now, get a move on, the clock is ticking.”
“Son of a bitch!” she muttered as she picked up her clothes. Stuffing her breasts into the bra, she thought, “I’ll crush him in this debate and when it’s over, I’ll fuck his brains out. Arrogant bastard!”