Jason's POV

*SEXUAL CONTENT BELOW*

"You're so fucking sexy!" I growled lustfully, ripping Malarie's bra and panties off. "Ouch! Your nails are too sharp, you cut me." I glance down at her naked body, seeing a long cut appearing on her thigh.

"So what. I'll put scratches all over your body... in a sexual way. Let's face it, this body belongs to us. So we have to take care of it." Licking my lips hungrily, I place a sexy kiss on her lips.

As I ravage every part of her little mouth, she kept trying to push me away. I wouldn't let her up for any type of air. She made me wait, nearly three months to have sex! I haven't seen, or felt any type of vagina in so long. Achy balls, hard dick, non existent ejaculation, using my left hand- when I know she can do it. I am not letting up today... well that's if she doesn't say orange juice.

"I. Can't. Breathe." She struggled, through my constant kisses. "Okay, and?" A hard shove to my chest, caught me of guard... causing me to fall over.

"What the fuck!" Bringing my hand up, I smacked her ass. Hard. In an instant I heard her cry out, along with my red hand print, showing up on her bottom. "Jason calm down, gosh! I needed a breath, seeing as you took all mine away." A smack on my thigh, made me wince in pain.

"Shit!" I seethed, through tightly clenched teeth. Rubbing the tingly feeling away, I saw Mal run out the room somewhere. "Hey! Bring your ass back here!" I called out, walking towards the door.

"I'm in the bathroom. Just hold on, I have to get something." Not listening to a word she said, I make my way out the closet door. Proceeding to the bathroom.

Going inside, I am met with Malarie searching frantically through our bathroom drawers. She seemed so focused on her searching for something, she didn't even notice me come inside. Hesitatingly, I wrap my arms around her waist. She of course squealed scarily.

"Didn't I tell you to wait?" Looking up from the drawer, she gaze into the mirror, looking back at our naked reflections. "I'm impatient." I spoke truthfully, cupping her plump breast in my masculine hands.

"Let me clean your head first. I don't want you to pass out, due to blood loss." She turned in my arms, poking my cut. "Ow Mal, be careful." With a nod, she kissed my lips. "I'm sorry, let's get your head clean, huh?"

I complied not having much choice. She literally pulled me towards the counter, doctoring me up. It seemed as if she took forever, with the cleaning of my forhead. I legit got so bored, and began rubbing my shaft against her beautiful mound. I knew I was turning her on- she would clear her throat lightly, blowing out a shaky breath.

"Okay, you're done. One dinosaur band-aid for you. Sorry, we didn't have anymore regular ones." Looking into the mirror, I see the childish band-aid on my forehead. "That's all good." I flipped her around, ready to hit it.

"Here you go, this is for you." She held up a huge box of opened condoms. "I don't need that, and why in the fuck is the box opened? Who in the hell are fucking?" I shake the box in my hands, for a dramatic affect.

"I'm not having sex with anyone, gosh you're so insecure." I pour out the condoms... only four came out the box of sixty. "So you're not sleeping with anybody, eh? Then explain what happened to the other fifty six condoms!" Cupping my hand to my ear, I wait for her stupid excuse.

"They're not mine, they're Cal's! Gosh! You always accuse me of being unfaithful, only because you've been before." My chest rapidly moving up and down, I point my finger at her.

"Yeah, I've cheated before, but not in a long ass time. So stop throwing that shit my way. Gosh your fucking stupid!" A stinging sensation on my cheek, snapped me to my senses.

She's always hitting me. Lord, I come to you... to say thank you for giving me the strength, to deal with her.

"I'm not stupid! So stop calling me that, before I slap your dumb ass again." The glare she held, was full of disgust and hatred. "Are you still on birth control?" She scoffed, nodding her head. "I refuse to have anymore babies with you. You suck, and I hate you!" Clenching my fist, I encroached her personal space.

"I fucking hate your ass too! That's okay though, I'm going to fuck you so hard... with no condom. I'm trusting you're telling the truth about birth control. You know I have super sperm. A baby will be made... maybe two or three, this time." Malarie tried to push pass me, but I just pulled her back to me.

"You're wearing a condom, even if I'm on birth control." Darkly chuckling to myself, I shake my head. Only to be slapped again. "We're slapping each other, now? Shit, I want to be apart of it too." I surprisingly slapped her. Not hard at all. Enough to show some firmness.

As soon as I put my hands on her, she hit me back. Hard. I wasn't hitting her with any type of force, just more so poking... and groping. We're such children to hit each other back, and forth. But I love ticking her off.

Just hitting each other in the nude... Yep, completely normal for us.

"Alright, I'm done." I raised my hands up, not wanting to play around anymore. Yet, ass face kept hitting me. "Babe, I said I'm done." I again tried to to block her hits.

Having to take matters into my own hands, I roughly squeezed her pert breast. Shoving her away from me. She talks about my nails, hers are like freaking razors. The way she kicked her foot, close to my dick! Just did it for me.

"That's fucking it! I've had it with you and your hitting me." I picked her body up, slamming her down on the counter. "Ouch Jason, be careful with me." Ignoring her whining, I spread her legs wide enough for my liking.

"What are you do-" Shutting her up, I dove right into her sex. Sucking and licking her all up. "Oh my- Jase, oh my gosh!" Rubbing on her clit, with the pad of my thumb, I wiggled my tongue around in circles.

As I try to continue my torturous assault, miss squirmy pants keeps pushing my head away. It's really pissing me off, because I'm trying to get this pussy wet and ready for me.

"Jason no mor- ah! Did you just bite me?" Tugging on her bottom lip, she gaze down into my eyes. I couldn't help but to stare back, while I fiercely thrust my tongue into her glory hole. "Be still." I mumble, holding her quivering legs in place. As I bob my head, I hear her small moans.

"J-Jason, that's enough." Growing quite annoyed with her pleads and begging, I let up. Extremely pissed off. "I hope you're jaws are fucking ready... because I won't let up easily, like you just did. Be prepared to suck this dick for a very long time." A scoff emitted from her lips, as she jumped off the counter walking away.

Oh fuck no! If she thinks I'm not getting my dick sucked, she's sadly mistaken.

"Where do you think you're going?" I followed her back into our walk-in closet, taking a seat on one of our couches. "I'm not having any type of sex with you. Not with that cocky ass attitude." She looked through her clothing racks, pulling out some underwear.

Have it your way!

Getting up from the couch in a hurry, I briskly walk over to my belt rack. Searching through the many of belts I have. I finally decide on a thick black, leather belt. By the time I got back over to where Malarie was, she was searching for some pajama bottoms. I took it upon myself to hit her panty covered ass, with my big belt.

"OW!" Malarie winched, rubbing her ass. "What the hell is wro-" I cut her off, with another smack. Her thick sexy thighs, this time.

"Jason calm yourself dow-" My dominant side getting the best of me. I grasp her chin, ever so roughly, shoving her into a shoe rack. Some of her many of shoes fell down, but that didn't faze me.

"No! You fucking listen to me! I have had it with your nasty ass attitude today, and any other day. You have talked bad about me, yelled at our daughter, slapped me in front of my friends! Gossiped to my mom... about our problems. Then you go on, and stupidly break my fucking phone! Oh, let's not forget about you so meanly walking out on my throbbing dick! So no, I will not calm down!"

Breathing heavily and unevenly, I've only just realized I was still holding her chin firmly. Deliberately clutching her jaws tighter, I observe her aghast demeanor. She couldn't stop shaking. Therefore I took that as an advantage, to shove my hands into her red panties, slipping two of my fingers inside her slick wetness. A gasp was emitted simultaneously, with several moans from Malarie's "o" shaped mouth.

"I am in charge, do you hear me?" I pumped her womanhood in swift motions. All she was able to do was moan out softly, not responding to my demand. "I. Said. Did. You. Hear. Me?" Each word was a faster, more fiercer pierce into her sopping wet cunt.

"Yes!" The frown she held on her face... along with the slight attitude in her tone, made me a little irritated. No, it made me irritated to the pulp.

Taking my rough hand off her face, I come in contact with my hand print... embedded in her delicate skin. Shit! I held her too tightly, again. Not really caring, I pull my belt from around my neck- bringing it up, spanking her legs.

"Ouch! Ouch! Jason you're being too rough!" Widening my eyes like a maniac, I halt my actions. "Orange juice?" She bites her lip, shaking her head. "Good, now suck it all up." Pulling out of her slowly, I shove my fingers into her mouth. Giving her ass a few whacks of the belt, while I was at it.

Obeying, she sucked off all her juices from my hands. Licking and teasing me, with the swirl of her tongue. A low growl came from the pit of my stomach, making her stop mid licking motion. The confusion written on her face, made me yearn for her more.

"Get on your knees, and satisfy your mans needs." She didn't move fast enough- which resulted in her getting two whacks from the belt. "Stop tha-" Before she could say another word, I shoved my dick in her mouth. Almost instantly stopping her rambling.

"Now, eat your hotdog, and please daddy." She cringed, not moving a muscle. "Have it your way then. I'll do it for you." Grabbing the back off hair, I begin thrusting into her mouth. Not letting up, whatsoever.

"You are so damn pretty when your mad, and unable to use your cute little mouth." I moan loudly. Probably sounding extremely obnoxious, but I've missed this. "Mmm." Malarie mumbles and gags, with a mouth full of my meat. Just don't bite me.

"Are you going to be a good girl, and corporate, now?" Still with my hand firmly holding her hair, I lift her face up to me.

Nearly laughing at her terrifying expression, I so meanly thrust into her mouth. Multiple times. Gag after gag, and my pleasurable moans surrounded the room. A little while after, Malarie contained her gag reflexes, she soon started to suck and meet my thrust. She bobbed her head so wildly... just like a porn star.

An all too familiar, tingly sensation came over me. As Malarie suck the life out of my throbbing dick, I release a well needed load... into her mouth. Not stopping until I emptied out all of myself. To drive me over the edge, she swirled her tongue over my sensitive tip. As well as clutching and un-clutching my balls.

"Fuck!" Pulling out of her mouth. My dick twitches some more. Before I could control my body functions, I cummed all on her forehead. "Shit, I'm sorry babe. But uh, Simba is that you?" Laughing at my childishness, I rub my seed in on her forehead.

"You're fucking disgusting." Not liking her language, I give her a whack on her back. She yelped, rubbing her spine. "Watch your mouth." Giving her a warning look, I rub my now limp penis in my hand. "Whatever, Jase." Gazing down at Malarie still on the floor, I take in her appearance. Damn girl!

I'm met with Mal's watery eyes... with that nasty mascara she wears, running down her face. My cum was all over her face. Along with being all over her mouth, dribbling down her chin.

"Damn, I did major work to your face." I pointed to her cum covered face, only for her to immaturely punch me in my stomach. "You ass face, I didn't even want your penis in my mouth."

"I hope you have lots of leg strength, because you're taking lead." Irritated as hell, I drag us towards the couch, taking a seat. "Let my damn hair go! You're balding me earlier, you fu-" I slapped her before she could finish her sentence. Her face held complete shock. It wasn't even hard.

It should've been a bit more firmer... because she punched me dead in my eye. Covering my left eye with my hand- trying to control my wanting outburst. I blew out hot air from my nose, mad as hell!

"Get. On. This. Dick. Now." I took my hand off my eye, not being able to see nothing. "Jason your eye is so red, I'm so sor-" Cutting her off mid- sentence, I grab her neck.

"And I'm supposed to be the Bipolar one! Get your dumb ass on my dick, now!" Clutching my eye once more, I lean back against the couch.

Within an instant, I was feeling Malarie's tightness wrap around my still limp member. Inwardly smiling to myself, I fold my arms behind my head. Letting her get to work.

"Jason?" Rocking her body against mine, she called my name. "Hmm?" Still with my eyes closed, I answer with a moan. "I need help... go get the lube." Slowly opening my eyes, with a smirk on my face. I spit in my hand, rubbing my saliva all over her vulva.

"Ew, I hate when you just spit on your hands like that. Am I some dirty whore or wha-" Propelling my length inside of her, I go to work on her pussy. "You are only a dirty little whore, around me. Now ride your pony." With the roll of her eyes, she was jouncing on my member in no time.

"Oh fu-fuck. Bounce that ass like a basketball, girl!" Placing my hands on her hips, I slam her small body on my hardness. "Ah, ah, ah- my goodness gracious!" Mal's screams and bounces turns me on even more.

Before she knew what was even happening. I stood up from the couch, slamming into her, with little to no regret. Just the both of us, standing in the middle of our closet... fucking like two bunnies. The way our skin slapped against one another, drove me completely insane.

"You like it?" Breathlessly asking her, she nods her head. Mumbling a faint "mhm." The kinkiness in my body wanted to hear her say the 'special word'. "Call me daddy." I demand, giving her long steady strides.

"No way in hell! I have a father, and that's not you." Dropping her to the ground, I position her on her knees- slapping her backside with my penetrator. The way Malarie shoved me away... in pure fright, shocked me.

"Please don't hurt me. Like rape type hurting me, please." Stuttering, she spoke worried, looking over her shoulder. "I'm not going to hurt you Mal, I haven't done anything aggressive- in that type of way. Baby it's been ten months since the jet thing, and I'm not doing that anymore. I promise you that. You know you can say orange juice, if I get a out of any sort." Speaking to her, I ease my member inside her wet little hole.

"I don't mind us hitting each other, during sexual play. Because I know you like the dominant feeling, when you're in charge. But actual trying to rape me- in my butthole, I don't want that." My hard on, suddenly went limp noodle. Mood gone.

"I will not go in there, if you don't want me to. I swear on my entire existence, I will not harm you in that way. Ever again." Grasping her face into my hands, I gaze directly in her eyes. Meaning every single word I just said. "I believe you and I trust you." She pecked my lips, turning back around. She tried to rock against my member, but nada.

"Jason, come on." The giggle she released, tickled my heart. "Baby I'm lacking in, internal strength." I sadly and embarrassedly mumbled.

"Oh, that's okay. I'll just take lead, until you get your physical power up." She giggle some more, while I groaned about the entire situation. It's completely and utterly embarrassing.

"Mmm, Jason you're getting there, I can tell." Malarie moaned, rocking her wet folds against my slowly but surely hardening dick. "Go a little faster, baby love." It was like my wish was her command.

Within mere seconds, my dick was hard again. In addition to Malarie going buck wild on my long hard shaft. When she takes lead, it's the absolute best. There wasn't any talking from neither of us, just our loud moans echoing in the room. The sticky sweat, dripping off our bodies. The veins popping out my arms, and Mal's nipples hard as can be. Such a beautiful turn on for me. On top of everything, we were fucking in front a huge mirror.

"Call me daddy." Pounding into her almost animalistic like, she formed her mouth in a little "o" shape. All while her beautiful breast, bounced and clapped everywhere. "I. Said. To. Call. Me. Daddy!" Firmly holding her neck, I heave inside of her ever so roughly. All while we looked back at each other in the mirror.

"Ah! Jase... I can't call you d- AH! My gosh!!" Not taking no for an answer, I lay her flat on the ground, doing some push up position inside her. Nothing but her booty clapping on my meat. "Say it baby, and I'll be a bit softer." My strokes becoming more rough and prominent.

"Jason... oh my- ah it hurts." She lay face flat on the ground, while I slow down my strokes. "Orange juice?" With the shake of her head, I speed up once more, going dom on her tight pussy. "You can... ah, you can go faster." She reached behind her back, feeling how I slide in and out of her.

We fucked looking at each other in the mirror, up against the wall. On the couch, even in a pair of clothes needed to be folded. To make matters better, Malarie said that one magical word.

"DADDY!!" I kissed all over her lips, penetrating her her tightness. "Who's your daddy?" Being overly cocky, I smirked. All while fucking her brains out.

"You are, Jason. You are." Spreading her legs wider, I propelled deeper and deeper, inside of her slick sexiness. "Who's fucking in charge of everything, Malarie?" I speak with nothing but authority in my tone of voice.

"Jason you're in charge of everything. Only you." Wiping the many streams of tears off her face, I rub her clit with my thumb. "Hell yeah I am. Now take this dick, baby jaguar." Pulling all the way out of her, I slam back in. Beating her pussy up. I even hit her head against a wall. Shit!

"Fuck! Daddy, oh my gosh! Oh... oh, oh. OH!" I brought her to yet another, one of her many orgasms of the night. "That's right, I am daddy. But don't worry, I won't tell your real daddy." Picking her up- throwing her over my shoulder, I head into the bathroom.

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"No more! Daddy, daddy, daddy!! Oh my gosh. Oh, oh shit babe." Malarie screams, as I roughly squish her body against the glass shower, all while slamming remorselessly into her. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, baby I love you... I'm about cum!" I release all of myself into her tiny little cooch. Letting it all drip down her legs.

[A/N: No more 'Daddy'! That was for all you kinky daddy lovers.]

She twitches and jerks, breathing quite heavily. "I love you too, and I don't hate you." Her hand played with my still sensitive member, causing me to shake. "Me either, you're just too sexy to resist." I bite my lip as she drops to her knees, sucking up the remaining of my semen.

My legs giving out on me, I drop to the shower floor. Exhausted as can be. We've spent many hours having sex- or make up sex. Whatever we call that bipolar, aggressive love making shit. It was incredibly satisfying. Every place in the bathroom, a person could think of. On the counter tops, both toilet seats, the tiled floor, the wall, in the bathtub, now the shower. I am beyond tired, and bruised. We both got a little bit carried away, with the hitting and scratching of one another.

It's funny how we can say we hate each other one minute, then go on ahead and fuck with little to no remorse. That's what I like about our relationship. There's nothing like us, there's nothing like her and me. It's just Jason and Malarie... Malarie and Jason. One word that defines our fucked up relationship, would have to be: Bipolar.

"So..." I start, leaning back against her body. "What?" She rubs her hands up and down my chest, mumbling into my neck.

The warm water from the shower spray, splashes water pellets all over our still hot bodies. Interlacing our fingers together, I place several chaste pecks on her hands. I finally blow out an uneven breath.

"So when are you going to tell me your ring size... so I can marry you, woman." A gasped, and a turn of my body was all done by my beautiful queen. Natasha's my little princess, and Jacob's my little prince.

"You're such a tease." She giggled, but I was serious. "I'm not playing babe, I'm in love with the thought of you. I've always been. Even when we were younger. Do you remember our fake wedding, in the backyard of your house?" Tears welling up in her eyes, she nodded happily.

"I remember that Jason. I just can't believe you were my first kiss. It was like, love at first sight. But I stupidly couldn't remember you." Reaching up to wipe her tears away, she moves to kiss me instead. A nice tender kiss.

"I unfortunately was your first sexual experience, too. I uh- baby I apologize if I traumatized you, and hurt you in those ways. I realized that it was wrong to rape you like that... and I'm extremely sorry. But I just can't apologize for taking you. I needed you so much- finally." Tearing my gaze away from her beautiful eyes, I bite my knuckles.

"You're forgiven. I have already forgave you, you know that. In all honesty, I was really scared of you in the beginning. But that time on the cliff- when you told all those things about your life. I made a vow that day, not to leave you. Even if you're a jerk, and a pain in my booty. Literally and figuratively speaking." A deep blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Thank you for the forgiveness, I don't deserve it. But I guess you love my crazy ass, huh?" She nodded, looking around to me. "I love him too." She grasped my member in her delicate hands. Groaning a painful groan, I shake my head.

"I can't. We literally went a good twelve rounds. Shit, the twelfth time you did all the work. I need rest and lots of food." Closing my eyes, I chuckle to myself. "That's alright. Oh, and I'm a seven." She kissed my cheek, running her hands over my happy trail.

Confusion written all over my face, I turn to face her. "You're a what?" She playfully rolled her eyes. "The size of my finger is a seven, weirdo." Face palming a million times, I utter an "oh, yeah, yeah." Stupidly.

"Whenever you decide to propose to me, whether it's tomorrow or ten years from now. Please don't go over the top with it. You know I hate being the center of attention. I wouldn't care if it's a bubble gum ring, or if you propose to me in a parking lot of Subway. Just don't do a huge extravaganza." Taking in all what she said, I nod and kiss her lips.

"I got you, baby. So you wouldn't be mad if I put a ring in an old Big Mac box?" Malarie busted out laughing, shaking her head. "No way. It would actually be funny, because that's  something you would do." Placing yet another kiss to her hands, I sighed peacefully.

"Can we wash up, now? I'm pretty sure its late. We have a fun Halloween party to attend to, tomorrow." With a nod of Mal's head, we were washing each other's limbs. Feeling like complete and utter jello.

"Shit!" Malarie gasped, looking at herself in the mirror. "What's going on? What's wrong with you?" Drying my hair off with a towel, I walk over to her.

"Jason did you have to put hickeys everywhere on me? Let's not forget all these nail marks and bruises." She rubbed her skin all over, as if she would make my love marks disappear. "Baby at least you don't have a black eye, like me. Or this ugly ass, busted lip." Looking at my reflection, I touch my busted.

"I do have a busted lip! The one you so meanly bit. Baby, how in the hell am I supposed to to look like a pretty maid?" Walking back into our room, she lays down on the bed.

"Well... since we both look like we've been in a boxing match, you can be a zombie looking maid. And I can look like myself- a bad ass gang leader, with some sexy battle wounds." Laying down next to her, I rub my the pad of my thumb against her swollen lip.

"So you really want to marry me? You know... be Mrs. McCann?" I question shyly. "Yes I want to be Mrs. McCann, whenever you want me to be." She kissed my lips twice, before going to her side of the bed. "Go get the kids, I know your mom is probably tired. It is two after... in the morning." Easing off the bed, I make my way down the stairs.

Angry, dirty, passionate sex, future Mrs. McCann. Two children... oh boy, what a lucky man I am.

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- Chapter 64 is finally finished! Oh my gosh!! I legit have no words for myself. Someone get the bible and holy water!

- Alexis -