The words that the blonde had spit were nothing but teeth and knives. Sandra looked at her – bravely – trying so hard not to let the blonde see that every word was piercing through the skin of her heart. She didn’t want to cry, she wouldn’t, especially not in front of the blonde.
“So what? What are your dick preferences?” Cate broke the ice, the venom on her tongue hung like a forbidden ornament.
Sandra shook her head slyly before she gave the blonde a smirk. That game that they were at, she was determined not to lose. She then sat straightly on the bed facing the blonde before she tied her brunette waves to a bun.
“I didn’t know that your industry trained you to speak bullets now.” The brunette mumbled as she stood up from the bed and started walking towards the blonde.
“Why?” Cate countered, her face just a mere inches away from the brunette as Sandra decided that standing in front of her ex, inches away, was a fun idea. “Does it hurt?”
The brunette shook her head, “No, it doesn’t.”
“So what? What are your dick preferences?”
“Why do you want to know?” Sandra asked as she pulled the blonde through the collar of her leather jacket, “Do you want to taste it too?”
“In your dreams.” The blonde countered, “You and I are totally different. We’re not the same.”
“Yeah, totally. I’m not a coward like you.” Sandra did not expect it to come out of her lips, yet it did; she saw the lighting down of the blonde’s eyes as soon as she spit those words and in her defense, she didn’t mean it.
“You know what? Fuck yourself.” The blonde angrily spat, eventually withdrawing herself from the brunette holding her collar; she was ready to get out of the room when Sandra decided to push her buttons even more.
“That clearly shows your cowardy. Why don’t you fuck me yourse –”
If anger had a face, it would awfully look a lot like Cate. The words Sandra spoke had unleashed all her secret anger inside. Without words, she grabbed Sandra’s hair from behind and dragged her across the room before she pinned her – face to face – against the cold wall of the luxurious room that they were in.
“You want me to fuck the shit out of you huh?” Cate asked, her chest fuming with madness as she heaved, trying so hard not to burst the bomb ticking inside her skin; she expected the brunette to back down, to go silent, but she was wrong.
“Why don’t you find out yourself fucker?” The brunette countered as she tried so hard to look behind, but the hold of Cate on her hair was so strong, “Why don’t you fucking apologize to me personally for ruining my good time in that fucking bar?”
The blonde wasn’t feeling anything but anger. She was angry to the world. She was angry to destiny for fucking them both up. She was angry at Sandra. She was angry at those men who she saw at the bar with her ex. If they were in a different circumstance, she would have knelt for her and then beg her to let her touch her body in places no one else can, but that would be too impossible now because seeing Sandra in the bar with those men, she knew the brunette’s body was no longer a private property and that fact, angered her even more.
Without words and within just a blink of an eye, Sandra’s dress was hiked up on her hips and three of Cate’s fingers were shoved in her cunt. The brunette’s eyes widended as she felt Cate’s fingers entering her with so much force, but before she could even say a word, the blonde started pounding on her like crazy. The brunette was feeling the blonde’s anger through her actions, but instead of feeling sorry for it, it turned her on even more. She closed her eyes as she savored every bit of the thrusts. She had been tasting different men and women, but nothing could really compare to Cate and right there and then, she admitted it to herself that she missed her, that she missed it.
“Come here.” Cate spoke as she pulled out her fingers before dragging Sandra towards the bed and eventually pushing her onto it before she straddled her hips, “This? Me fucking you? You want this?”
“Shut up.” Sandra mumbled before pulling the blonde through the collar of her leather jacket, “Now let me shut you up.” She added before she kissed the blonde, claiming her lips like she’s damn thirsty and the blonde’s lips were water.
Cate, in her anger and frustration, would let Sandra’s rotten tongue licked her decaying heart – even if it means that the brunette would have to skin her alive, pluck her ribcages out – so when the brunette pulled her and claimed her lips, she did nothing but to reciprocate the act. As their lips collided, it felt like the world came to a half. The echoes of their cries from yesterday did not sound so loud at all. In that room, the gasps, the whines, the pantings, and the beatings of each other’s hearts occupied the air.
“You’re such a slut.” Cate mumbled in between the kiss as she wriggled her way out of her leather jacket.
“Says the one who is wriggling her way out of her jacket.” The brunette countered before biting the blonde’s lips causing it to bleed, “You’re that eager to be fucked, huh?”
Cate threw her jacket on the floor, “Shut the fuck up.”
Time was nonexistent and every moment was a blurry when Sandra realized she was on all fours and Cate was fucking her from behind with a strap she couldn’t remember when did the blonde stop to wear it. For years, since their break up, and after what she had put her through, Sandra was expecting the red shock of Cate’s anger, but as she welcomed every thrust that the blonde was giving her, all she felt was tenderness and longing. What should one do with longing and tenderness when all she expected was disgust and hatred?
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