There are piles of clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor, and I don’t remember how they got there. I’ve a vague recollection of fumbling at your belt and breathlessly complaining that your pants were still on, and then suddenly my own dress was somehow off and your skin was finally on mine – 17 more words
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There are bruises around my wrists and rugburn on my knees. My lips are bitten (from both my own teeth and yours); my nipples are red and raw and seem to grow hard all over again every time I see you grin. 30 more words
Sit me on your lap and spread my knees slowly with your hands. Place a palm on my stomach to keep me still; whisper in my ear that I am not allowed to squirm. 35 more words
The words hammer through my head, again and again. I want to respond, to whisper Yours, but your palm is atop my head and gently pushing me down — and I suppose my stifled whimper around you is all the answer you need, judging from your own groan. 20 more words
I want to fuck you so hard we break your fucking chair.
I refuse to waste time undressing — you don’t get to see my naked body, not when I’m this furious at you — but I’ll hike my skirt up around my hips, pull my panties to the side so I can slam myself onto your cock – 13 more words