Alan
The adrenaline and the ache in my chest had morphed into a single, driving force.
All the restraint I had practiced for twelve years was becoming shattered.
I didn't want to be gentle. I wanted to be felt. I wanted to leave a mark on her soul that would make the touch of any other man feel like an insult.
I slid straight into her, the heat and tightness of her body an immediate, overwhelming shock to my system.
I f****d her hard, each thrust a wordless reprimand, a physical punishment for her allowing herself to sink to the level of a boy like Joel.
It wasn't about violence; it was about authority.
It was about knocking the reckless, self-destructive sense back into her.
"Will you ever allow yourself to be touched by random pigs again?" I growled, my voice vibrating again
