I made it as far as the bedroom door before his body pressed into my back again. His hands came up. One moved my hair over my shoulder, revealing my neck, then both hands gripped my arms. His lips came back to my ear , and I had to bite my lip to stop the breathy moan from leaving my mouth. I know what he wants to f*ck. Roughly, and thoughtlessly, he wanted to lose himself in my body while at the same time taking his anger out on me too. It would be spectacular, it always is. The roughness doesn't bother me. In fact, it excites me. And in the past, his rough treatment was my own punishment for giving in to him. That was what I told myself, I would ignore the fact that it made me wetter, the rougher he got. Part of me was kicking the other part of me. She was fuming that we weren't under hi
