“I swear to you. I won’t stop until your legs are shaking, and the neighbors know my name.”
**
She tried to stand up but, in a blur, she was down on the bed again, his hand pressed against her chest as she wished she could see the look on his face,
“Stay.” He flipped her around, so she was on her stomach and pressed her face into the sheets. Grunting, she tried to wriggle out of the grip he had on her, but it was to no use. She could not see him, but she could hear the smirk on his face, the way he felt superior and the fact that he loved it.
The smell was still in the room and before she had time to think more about it, she was jumping into his grip, “s**t, that hurt.”
He slapped her ass, and she could still hear that stupid smirk on his stupid face. She wanted to slap it of his face
