.

We had both been wound tight all week. Speaking for both stress and sexually. I didn’t really need to push him to get what I wanted, but I did anyways. He doesn’t like good girls, anyways…..

I didn’t know my way around so we met someplace easy for me, and he drove us to the hotel. One kiss hello – but it spoke volumes and I knew I was in for it (it’s in his kiss, that’s where it is). Did I leave well enough alone? No. I popped in my CD and turned up the volume. Limp Bizkit’s “Break Stuff” blasted out and as I looked his way I saw that flash of fire in his eyes…..and I knew. I’m gonna pay for this. (And if my day keeps goin’ this way I just might break somethin’ tonight…)

He threw me up against the wall once we were in the room. I mean it; it was rough and abusive. It made my heart race in the most delicious way. Staring me down as he slowly but firmly wraps his hands around my throat he whispers:

Bad girl…making me listen to rough music…you’re gonna pay for that.

I don’t know if it was his hands, his voice, or his words but I was a goner after that. The only thing coming out of my mouth was a moan of arousal. My cunt was immediately achingly wet.

As he kissed me, clothes were roughly removed. When I was down to my bra and panties he shoved me down on to the bed. And out came a knife…..

My breath caught in my throat.

My clit was throbbing.

My trust in him so great, that I didn’t say a word.

He lightly dragged the flat of the blade across my skin. Then suddenly….rip….he was literally slicing off my panties. Then my bra straps right above the cups.

Vengeful sex.

A grudge fuck.

Let out all of the aggression and irritation….none towards each other, mind you, just most everyone else. And it was something we both desperately needed. It had been that sort of week.

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