Rough sex. Public sex. Forced sex. I experienced all three a week ago. I can’t remember the last time I orgasmed so much to the point where I didn’t know if I was covered in my cum, his cum, or both.
He pushes the button to the 30th floor. As soon as the elevator doors close he grips my blouse and pins me up against the wall. My body trembles as he puts his hands all over me. He forcefully presses his lips against mine. I feel him lick my lower lips seeking an entrance. His tongue slips inside of my mouth. He kisses me once, twice, three times and I realize it’s not enough. It’s as if he’s breathing into my lungs.
<15th floor>
I knot my fists in his shirt pulling him closer against me. I kiss him harder and deeper with an urge that I’ve never felt before. He traces his tongue onto my lips, teeth, and tongue. He bites my lip and I gasp. I try and push him away but he grabs my wrists and pins them by my sides. I can’t move. His grip is too strong. His entire mouth continues to consume mine. This feeling of helplessness turns me on even more.