Finding A New Purpose Chapter 4

"Who told you to rip my clothes?" I was being serious. That bra had cost me over fifty dollars.

"This old thing? It was already ripped!" He tried to defend himself.

"It's supposed to look that way! Don't play dumb!" He had never seen me wear that bra before, and it obviously wasn't one of Rachel's old things. I started getting out of his lap.

"Fucking hell! Why the fuck does it matter so much?" Mike was getting angry.

"Because! I bought it to wear for you! I knew you had a rough day at work so I got myself ready for YOU when YOU got home. Then you go and rip something I bought to make me feel special." I was trying not to cry as I made my way to the edge of the mattress.

"Look, I didn't know, dammit!" I felt him grab my arm and stop me from getting out of his bed. "Come back here."

I turned around and stared at him in a way that could kill. "We're finishing what you started." He tugged me back into his lap. I smacked him in the chest trying to make him know how pissed I was. He didn't hit me back, just grabbed my hips so I couldn't get off of him. Defiantly, I pulled my fishnet sleeves off and threw them towards the door before grabbing him and putting him back in me. He let go of my hips. I made sure to relax myself so he got no satisfaction from me being tight for him. I pulled the sheets up around my ass and over my legs so he couldn't see any more of my lingerie. All that was left visible was my choker, the bell clinking as my body moved against his.

He didn't dare put his hands on me, because he knew I'd hit him again. I put my hands on his chest and leaned forward. My body stopped moving as I just lift my ass up and down on his cock while staring in his eyes coldly. The bell stopped making any sound, and all that I could hear was my breathing and the sound of my butt hitting his crotch. I could see in his face that he was about to cum, and with anger as my motivation, I kept fucking myself, trying to get it over with.