In other words, there was only one way to find out. As a signal that I was prepared, I reached back and placed a hand on his hip. One hand firmly gripped my elbow, while the other pressed into my scalp around the root of my ponytail. He gently drew his hips back as he dragged me up from the bed, arching me like a bow.
Only so he could crash into me with a force that was almost painful. I groaned and saw spots of white, but I enjoyed the force of his push.
He questioned menacingly, "You enjoy that?"
“Yeah.”
And he went and did it again.
Indeed, once again. His fingers hurt as they sat on my hair, but I said nothing. The beat quickened, and he tightened his grip on my arm, bending my spine into a U shape. We slammed into each other with a harsh, aggressive pace, and it was sensual. As I
