19. I'm Sorry (Dean)

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"I don't want any excuses get out of my house." You said to the obviously high man. "But baby I'm sorry." He whined. "I don't give a fuck Dean. You promised no more drugs. Yet here you are high as a kite. Didn't even have the decency to wipe the coke off your nose." Your hand pointed towards his face as you threw his clothes out of the closet. He started to laugh walking to a mirror to remove the powder from his face.

"You love me though. You're not just going to kick me out." A scoff left your mouth. "That's rich coming from you. I do love you Dean. You don't love me." You spat tears moments away from falling down your face. His playful, carefree, facade dropped. The smile on his face had disappeared in a heartbeat. "Don't say that." His voice sternly boomed. "You know I'm right. I've bent over backwards for you, supported you. Yet I've got nothing in return. You might have loved what I gave you but you've never loved me."

Tears fell from your eyes but they weren't out of sadness. Just pure anger. Dean made his way over to you, his hands gripping your arms. "Do you really fucking believe that?" He spat in your face. "Let go of me Dean." You warned but it was in vain. "Do you seriously think I would have stuck around with your hateful nagging ass, if I didn't love you? You're one dumb bitch then." His lips pressed firmly on yours and you tried to fight him off.

It probably looked like one of those cheesy black and white movies that have very misogynistic undertones. You pushed at his chest but his grip only grew tighter. His fingers dug into the muscle in your arms causing you to yelp in pain. With your mouth now open his tongue slipped in forcefully running around your mouth. At some point you gave up. Regretfully missing the feeling of him. He pulled back and you were ready to give him hell once more. Before you could open your mouth the man infront of you sunk to his knees.

"Get the fuck up Dean. I'm not playing." His hands pulled down your leggings. Your panties fell with them. His lips locked around your clit causing your body to jolt. "Fuck you." You seethed as his tongue flicked the swollen bud. Your hands pulled his hair harshly, partly hoping it would hurt. He growled against your cunt the vibrations doing nothing but fueling your arousal. Dean's tongue soon found your hole playfully running over it. You pulled his hair tighter and he pressed his way into you. "Oh my god.." You cried out to anyone who was listening. The tip of his tongue pumped in and out of you before trailing back up to your clit.

A couple more flicks and you were screaming his name. You could feel the cum sliding down your thighs his lips picking up most of it. He stood up pushing you back onto the bed with a thud. His eyes matched your's. The anger and lust combined to make a sinister color. The zipper of his pants quickly slid down as you pulled your pants the rest of the way off. They found themselves on the floor, soon Dean's shirt followed. He didn't bother to crawl on top of you. Rather just grabbing your ankles, yanking your ass to the edge of the bed.

He pulled his dick from his boxers stroking it teasingly. You were beyond pissed but everything about him set you on fire. He settled between my thighs rubbing his cock up and down your folds. "Are you gonna fuck me already? I could easily find some else who will." You hatefully spat. His jaw clenched before he slammed into you. "I hate you!" You screamed. Your fists squeezed the sheets as your back arched. "I fucking hate you too." He grunted through gritted teeth.

He never slowed down, his cock ramming into you over and over. "Is that all you fucking got?" The words leaving your mouth were venom but he loved it. His hand wrapped around your throat gently squeezing the sides. Your eyes twitched at the feeling. The blood rushed to your head and your legs shook. "I'm gonna cum!" His hand left your throat and your face regained it's color. His cock slipped out leaving you frustrated. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" You yelled but he didn't give a shit.

He grabbed you rolling you over so your ass was in the air. "Shut up." He spat as he pinned your wrists behind you. "I've loved you since the day I met you. I didn't know you'd be so ungrateful." I scoffed at his admission. "That's a lie and you fucking know it." A sharp smack met your ass and you yelped. "Say that again." He tested and you had no problem reiterating. "You're a fucking liar." Another smack landed on your ass and his dick slid right back into you.

With every thrust his balls slapped against your clit causing you to scream his name. "Dean!" He moaned as his orgasm grew closer. "Hold still." He commanded as you tried to break free from his grasp. "Fuck... Fuck..." You chanted over and over again. Your abs tightened and so did your cunt. You came for a second time shaking violently around him. His thrusts grew faster and sloppier. Within a second he pulled out painting your back with his cum. "Oh Y/n..." He moaned as his head fell back.

He picked up his shirt messily wiping the sperm off your back. You could hear his zipper as he adjusted himself. "I love you." You rolled over on the bed looking at the man before you. "You mean that?" You asked genuinely. He nodded like a child. "I mean it Y/n. I'm sorry for fucking up much so but I love you more than I've ever loved any one. If you want me off the coke then I'll get off the coke. But I need you to stay with me." You bit the inside of your cheek as you watched him. You shouldn't let him do this. Walk all over you once more. This argument would happen again. You were sure of that. He was addicted to the white powder. The shit that ruined your relationship. But you were addicted to him.

"I love you too asshole."

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