Warning, this is rough, if you’re not a fan of very rough (but consensual) sex, you may want to look away.
If you read the first one you’d know that, during a screening of 50 shades my innocent on the outside but filthy on the inside ex Ashley had proposed a FWB situation during our time seeing 50 shades at the cinema. She’d then toyed around with me in the cinema before practically begging to be taken home and used roughly. Ashley liked it rough, in fact at times when we were dating she wanted it rougher than I could give, for some reason, that night I didn’t have as many qualms.
We’re standing in the hall to my apartment, “You know the drill, Red, Orange, Green”. As soon as she nods agreement I smile, grab her hair and tug her towards me, “you’re going to be used like a slut”. She groans as my hand grips her hair, the other pushes up her hoody and begins toying with her breasts. Cupping, squeezing, rolling, she loved her nipples being played with, my fingers circling them, tugging them, increasing the pressure, the amount I pull, the amount I twist. I didn’t hold back, I knew she liked pain and she certainly seemed turned on enough. My fingers let go of her nipples and reached for her skirt, pushing it and her panties down. “Get into the bedroom and take off that hoody, sluts don’t wear clothes in my house” wordlessly she complies, stumbling down the hall, hoody being discarded and hurrying to the bedroom.