“f**k, Felicia, stop goddamnit!” Because I had her hair I pulled her back, rougher than I intended. She had a look of shock on her face.
“Get off me,” I croaked out. She moved off me with her eyes downcast. I got out of the bed, pulling my underwear up as I stood. She must’ve pulled them down enough to get to my c**k. f**k, down boy, sorry boy. My c**k was f*****g pissed at me.
“What the f**k?” I bit off.
Her mouth opened and she looked mortified. Her face was beet red.
“WHAT THE f**k!” I had to lock my rage down. And now. It was 6:00 in the f*****g morning and we were outta here today.
“I just wanted to …” She was trembling like a leaf.
“Stop.” I halted her by raising a palm, “Don’t finish.” She cowered at my hand going up. f**k, she thought I was gonna hit her.
I stormed into the
