The Wall

His hands gripped my throat as he pushed into me without hesitation, nor warning. My bottom wasn’t prepared for this assault, but in my deepest of truths, I wanted this. No ascent nor quibble on my part. He took what I gave freely, even though I didn’t know I wanted to give it. I felt him bucking harder and faster and his grunts drove me insanely aroused. My breaths struggled, now, as he pushed me against the wall and released my throat and grabbed both my wrists. He lifted me off the ground, as he was 8 inches taller than my five foot six frame. His thrusts powered me up the wall even further. Pressed between the frigid wall and his hot steaming body moving against me, I existed only in the sensations he permitted me.

When he filled the condom, he remained inside me and kept both my hands behind my back. He walked me to the bed and bent me over. His hand kept me bound and his other hand spent long minutes sliding in and out of my ravaged rear. I could feel his power filled juiced dripping down between my lips as he continued to work his fingers in and out of me.

“I love seeing you like this, Marie.”