You hiss your protest at me, trying to bring your knee up between my legs only for it to be caught by my own. A flash of anger crossing my face as I spin you around. Pushing you forward hard so that you hit the wall. Taking advantage of the momentary disorientation to quickly step up behind you. My body crushing you, pressing hard, hips rocking as I start to grind against you letting you feel the hungry urgency in me. You try to get away, knowing that the squirming is just increasing the friction, urging me on. The desperate need to escape driving you on as you try to fight me off. My one hand gripping your throat, preventing your scream as the other claws and mauls at you through the fabric of your dress. You manage to reach back, nails catching my face. A short, clipped cry of pain escaping from me as I flinch back. Your success quickly evaporating as I pull you away from the wall, only to savagely thrust you at the sofa.
You fight for balance but can't help being caught against the arm as you feel my hand grabbing your neck. Gripping tightly as it pushes forward, forcing you to bend over. My other hand reaches under your dress, yanking your underwear down, violently exposing you. Your whimpers now, half fear and half need as your body reacts to the sheer force of my need. An instinctive response to the lust you have inspired in me before you cry out as I drive every inch of my hard cock into you. Still, you struggle, trying to push up off the sofa, forcing to grab and twist your arm behind you. Using it to hold you in place as I start to fuck you. Hard, fast, violent thrusts. Stabbing into you over and over. The force making the sofa bang on the floor loudly as our bodies slap against each other. Your hips start to grind back against me, urging me on as you try to just make it end as quick as you can. Your protests now replaced by moans of pain and pleasure.
Pulling out of you, "not yet... I'm not letting you get off that easily", dragging you towards the bedroom. Gripping you tightly, shaking you so that you can't find your balance as I push you back onto the bed. Forcing my way between your legs, fighting off your attempts to kick me away as I grab the top of your dress and pull hard. Ripping it from your shoulder, exposing your breasts so my hands as they play over them. Squeezing and mauling. The smirk on my face, a kind of satisfied sadism; knowing that I can use you in any way I want. Reaching between us with one hand to guide the head of my cock to your entrance before my hips rock forward again. Your hands reach up, clawing at my chest and shoulders. Reaching under my t shirt, dragging over the skin beneath. The wince of pain on my face gives you a moment's satisfaction before I pull your hands away roughly and pin them to the bed. Leaning down and kissing you hard. Tongue fighting yours as I kiss you passionately. Teeth grabbing and tugging your lip as I pull away.
My hips start to pump again, deep, and firm strokes. Your body starting to betray you, hips angling up to meet my thrusts taking me deeper. Releasing your hands as they slide up under my top. My chest grinding against your breasts as you claw my back, deliberately digging your nails in, drawing blood. Savouring my grunts of pain and need as I respond in kind. Hips moving faster and harder. The pain making me fuck you harder, faster. Angry, lust fuelled stabs of my cock into you. Both of us now lost in a dance of pain and need. A savage primal fucking as we slake our lust on each other. Taking what we need in both pleasure and pain. Eventually collapsing into a tired, sweaty heap as my balls empty deep inside you. Breathing heavily as our bodies shake from the release. A trickle of blood seeping down my shoulder from where you have bitten me.
