I wake up on my stomach to the feeling of your hand gently squeezing my ass. It's barely light out which means I had probably only been sleeping for a few hours. I can feel my pussy throbbing and I'm not sure if it's because I'm turned on by your touch, or if it's from the abuse it had taken the night before. I turn my head to look at you and feel the bruising on my collarbone, more abuse from the night before. "I'm sore," I say with a slight smile.
You return the smile and say "that's too bad," and move your hand between my legs before sliding a finger inside of me. I'm exhausted, and everything hurts, but all it takes is that finger and I'm ready for you.
You position yourself behind me and use your knee to pin one of my legs down while your hand grabs the back of my head and pushes my face into the bed. You enter me in one quick thrust and pain shoots through me but my whimper is lost in the mattress. It feels like you're balancing your weight entirely on the hand that's holding my head down and I can't catch a breath. I wait for you to ease up but you don't. I try to push my head up against your hand but you're already too enthralled with fucking me to notice, so I reach behind me to the knee that's holding my leg down and give it a tap. You take the hint and pull my head up by a handful of hair. I gasp for air and you hurriedly push me onto my back. Before I've caught my breath you're inside of me again and both of your hands are wrapped around my neck. You squeeze and push down simultaneously and for a moment I'm afraid of how hard your grip is, it's more than you've given me before.