sirs-littleone: I made him angry on Sunday night. I did it on purpose. I knew I was being an obnoxio
sirs-littleone: I made him angry on Sunday night. I did it on purpose. I knew I was being an obnoxious brat. I needed him to feel, to actually react, to put me back where I belonged. He pounced me and wrapped his hands around my throat. Both hands. He doesn’t normally choke me like that. He squeezed so hard that terror flooded me. “What if he doesn’t let go in time?” He did. He always does. But not before I panic. I know he gets a sadistic thrill from watching and feeling me frantically struggling underneath him. He shoved me over onto my side. Held me tight against him and slammed his knees and fists against my body, making me grunt and whimper. He was a blur of pain and I could only lay there, helpless and afraid. He ordered me onto the floor, shoving me off the bed roughly because I didn’t move fast enough. He grabbed my head and pushed it down to his feet. I kissed his feet until he was satisfied, then sucked his balls and choked on his cock. Back on the bed. On my knees. Not a moment of hesitation, no slow start. He slammed his cock into me, and I was so embarrassed by how easily he slid into me. I shouldn’t have been turned on by it. But I was. The sex was rough, aggressive, and I could still feel his anger in every thrust. I had to try so hard not to moan like a bitch in heat. He pulled out and made me suck his cock briefly. He took pity on the fact that I was sick and I couldn’t breathe. He pushed me back down and fucked me harder until he came in my cunt. Some people say you shouldn’t play when you’re angry. But for us, it works. We both felt a million times better afterward. -- source link