Bedroom Closet

Sun­day morn­ing, I wanted to be taken.  Not asked, just taken.  S___ had been sweet, hold­ing, caress­ing, being gen­tle, and lov­ing, thats nor­mally how Sun­day morn­ings are.  I was fight­ing him a lit­tle, push­ing him away, I wanted him to push back.  “If you want me, you are going to have to take me.” I told him.  He under­stood.  With­out warn­ing of any other kind I was stripped, blan­kets thrown back, and held down.  S___ quickly forced his cock inside and started tak­ing what he wanted.  My arms held down and his cock nail­ing me to the bed I moan, I strug­gle, I become more and more wet.  S___ turns me over and holds me even more firmly, one hand on my neck, the other keep­ing my arms down, he whis­pers in my ear not to move.  As S___fucks me harder I strug­gle, want­ing to feel him hold me down more, want­ing him to pound into me until he cums.  He fills me up, cum­ming hard, keep­ing me down the whole time, I feel the release.  S___ rolls over and off of me, I crawl to his side and lay my head on his chest and fall back asleep.

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