Protagonist! Please Stay Away from Me 2!-Chapter 32: Continuing the Act (R18)

Tina grabbed my wrists suddenly and slammed them above my head with one strong hand, while her other hand yanked up my shirt roughly to expose my breasts to the cool air. She tore off her own shirt next, buttons popping free as fabric ripped, revealing her full breasts heaving with each breath, nipples hard peaks begging for touch. I wanted to touch her breasts, and put those tasty nipples into my mouth.

Her mouth descended again, not on my neck this time, but latching onto a nipple with suction that pulled hard while her teeth nipped the tender flesh sharply. I arched beneath her involuntarily, whimpering,

"Ahhh! Tina, stop, it... ahhh... hurts so much," but my legs parted instinctively, inviting her even closer despite my words. The mugs on the table rattled loudly as she thrust her hips forward, her new cock slapping against my thigh with heat and insistence.

She laughed then, a dark, throaty sound that filled the room, releasing my nipple with a wet pop. "Hurts? You love it, you... manipulative slut," she snarled while acting all fragile and scheming behind my back with him.

Her free hand tore at my pants next, buttons popping free as she wrenched them open violently, fingers plunging straight into my panties to find me already wet despite my feigned innocence. She shoved two fingers inside me without any preamble, curling them roughly against my inner walls and pumping in and out with brutal speed.

I gasped sharply as tears streamed down my cheeks freely, but I bucked against her hand, moaning through the act to sell the vulnerability. "No, please, Alex would not want this. I am s-sorry..." I sobbed deliberately, invoking his name to stoke her jealousy and make her fuck me harder, lose all control. It worked perfectly

Her eyes narrowed dangerously, and she added a third finger, stretching me wide open while her thumb ground my clit in punishing circles relentlessly. The apartment filled with the wet sounds of her invasion, the chaotic energy amplifying every slap of skin and every ragged breath we took.

"Don’t take his name!" she snarled viciously, withdrawing her fingers suddenly and leaving me clenching around nothing at all. She flipped me onto my stomach with surprising strength fuelled by her transformation, yanking my pants and panties down to my knees in one swift motion.

"It hurts! Tina!"

My ass was exposed now, vulnerable in the air, and I felt her cock nudge between my cheeks before sliding down to press firmly against my entrance. "This is what you get for playing games," she spat while slicking her length with spit from her hand before gripping my hips tightly, her nails biting into my flesh deeply.

I buried my face in the couch cushion and whimpered loudly, "Tina, I am sorry, please be gentle," but my body tensed in anticipation while my manipulative mind plotted how this hate-fuelled fuck might bind her to me and extract truths about Alex later on. She did not listen to my plea.

With a savage thrust forward, she buried her cock inside me completely, the thick head breaching me in one brutal go and filling me to the hilt as her balls slapped against my clit. Pain and pleasure exploded through me instantly, my walls fluttering around her as she bottomed out deep inside.

"Fuck, you are so tight," she groaned loudly, pulling back only to slam in again and setting a punishing rhythm from the start. Each thrust rocked the couch violently, the stacked mugs tumbling to the floor with a loud crash as shards scattered like our fractured relationships across the room.

I cried out with every plunge, acting the part perfectly—body trembling, voice breaking—but the friction-built heat in my core relentlessly, her cock dragging against my g-spot without mercy. Her hands roamed freely, one tangling in my hair to yank my head back painfully, the other slapping my ass hard enough to leave red marks blooming on my skin.

The bite on my neck throbbed in time with her pounding rhythm, blood drying sticky on my skin as a reminder. Tina leaned over me fully, her breasts pressing into my back through the remnants of her torn shirt, and her breath came hot on my ear. "Say it—say you hate me too," she demanded while her hips snapped forward, her cock spearing deep inside me.

I whimpered, "I hate you, God, I hate you," the words half-true in this storm of emotions, fuelling her frenzy even more. She growled low in her throat, biting my shoulder now—not deep enough to transform again, but enough to mark me as hers permanently.

Sweat slicked our bodies completely, the air thick with vodka, jasmine, and the scent of raw sex filling every corner. The laptop’s glow illuminated her face as she glanced at the notes, sneering at them. "Your stupid stories—do you think you can write us out of this mess?" she taunted while she railed me from behind. She reached around my body, fingers finding my clit again, pinching and rubbing it as she fucked me harder.

My orgasm built unwillingly, coiling tight despite the hate coursing through us, my pussy clenching around her invading cock desperately.

I came first, shattering with a sob, walls milking her length as juices soaked her thighs. "No... Tina!" I wailed, the vulnerability cracking my facade just a bit, real pleasure ripping through me.

She didn’t stop, chasing her own release, thrusts erratic now, cock swelling thicker inside me. "Take it, you whore," she panted, burying deep one last time before erupting, hot cum flooding my pussy in thick spurts, overflowing to drip down my legs. "Do you want to be fucked again? You fucking whore!"

We collapsed together, her weight crushing me into the couch, cock still twitching inside as she softened. I lay there, panting, tears mixing with sweat, playing the conquered while my mind whirred—Alex’s shadow loomed larger now, this act of dominance perhaps the key to untangling our mess.