Please note: I hung back from posting this as it isn’t my usual style, but I felt I needed to get this off my chest! Everyone has to work through their anger right?
I whipped off my dress, panties already off. I shoved him against the wall. Ripped his tshirt off and kissed him hard. I wasn’t waiting. I needed to fuck him out of my system. His belt was next, then his zip, followed finally by his dick. Fuck him.
I pushed him onto the bed and clambered on top of him, wasting no time lowering my wet cunt onto his desperate and needy cock. I leant over and grabbed his wrists, sliding onto him quickly and forcefully. Fuck him.
I looked into his eyes, feeling every emotion again. The lust, the excitement, the intoxication. I bit his lip as I squeezed his cock with my tight little pussy. Fuck him.
I breathed it all in. His face, his scent, his sounds. His eyes penetrated my own. I felt seen, I felt understood. I stopped fucking for a second, closing my eyes to really feel him deep inside me. I found myself lost in this moment once again. I was in limbo. Caught between lust and reason. Fuck him.