Pounded In The Butt By My Own Butt Novels & Stories

He fucked me so badly like what I asked him to. "Say my name, baby." "Hmmm…" I’m shaking so bad because of this position. He smacked my butt again, "Say my name!" ”H-Hugh…” My tears are clouding my eyes. ”Louder, baby.” he smacked my butt for the nth time and grabbed one of my boobs. "Hugh!" I screamed and I cried as he slammed so fast. I feel like the bed’s gonna break when he does that. But nonetheless, I felt another ball of pleasure building inside my abdomen and in one deep thrust my body shook in seconds.

I grabbed the nearest heavy bag I could find, set my feet, and punched it with abandon. The opening punch had connected hard. The second was harder. The leather split under my fists as I hammered away, the bag fraying at the force. I kept punching, my knuckles bleeding. My heart growled dangerously as I continuously thought the word “Again” to push me forward. I threw another punch, her words ringing in my ears. What the hell was wrong with her? I dealt another blow, this time harder.

he punched the door in frustration but due to that punch the door opened and I fell with him on top of me. He put his arm around me to save my head but the rest of my body did hurt when my butt landed on the floor with his heavyweight entirely lying on top of me. “Umph!” We both let out a loud groan and tried to get up at the same time which was absolutely a bad idea because I hit my head on his chin which earned me a growl from him. “Stop moving, let me get up first.” He ordered. “So get up! You are hurting me. Ow!” I groaned realizing that my butt was hurting a bit too much.

PENELOPE'S POV~ "One... Two... Three!" I shouted, my fists slamming into the punching bag with a ferocity that mirrored the torrent of emotions raging within me. Sweat poured down my face, and my muscles burned with exertion, but I continued to channel my inner turmoil into each powerful strike. The leather bag swayed violently with each impact, the force of my punches sending shockwaves through the air. The rapid rhythm of my fists pounding against the bag echoed through the room, a testament to my unwavering determination.

Chapter 12 - Annoyance Paige "I can't believe this shit." I hissed, throwing another punch at the punching bag. Sweat had my shirt sticking to me like a second skin. I don't know how much time had passed, but since our unpleasant meeting with Balor and the giant bomb he dropped. I had spent my time in here beating the shit out of this punching bag. If it were a person, they'd be on the floor, nothing but an unconscious, bloodied body.

His frustrations boiled over as he shouted at himself, "Get up! Get up, dammit!" In a panic, Troy even resorted to slapping himself below in an attempt to force a response. Yet, the result was the same—nothing. His buddy remained limp, his efforts utterly futile.

Hyde grumbles and I lean back before I punch the sofa scatter cushion. Fuck!

I bluntly reply, and he spins around, leaving me with a flushed face and shattered self-esteem. “Yeah, walk off, carry your butt away.” It’s not until I say that that I realize what I’ve said, and the idiot is chuckling loud enough to make sure I hear. Why did I even say that? Let’s make it clear: I think he’s a walking STD, and I need his butt away from me. “Mad, stop watching my butt.” He says butt in his exaggerated way of making fun of me for not calling it what it really is. The fuck? I wasn’t!

MASON “You're just a little kid—” /PUNCH/ “...who’s lonely, tired and confused—” /PUNCH/ “...stumbling into every avenue your fidgeting hands can find—” /PUNCH/ “to give you a false sense of freedom.” /TWAT/ My final attempt to take my frustration out on the wooden dummy in front of me fails as I misshit and its handle comes flying right back at me, slapping the attention back into my psyche.

The sight disgusted him. He turned abruptly and hit the wall with the side of his fist, the sound echoing through the empty room. “Damn it!” he shouted. The sting on his knuckles didn’t matter; the pain almost grounded him. He hit it again, harder this time, until his skin throbbed. “You weak fool,” he muttered under his breath, teeth clenched. “You couldn’t even control yourself for one night.” He stood there, breathing raggedly, fighting the wave of shame threatening to choke him.