When he was done and I had cleared the plates, he tugged at my hands so I was sitting on his th!ghs, my back to him. We stayed that way for a while and he car3-$$ed my back and k!-ssed my neck. I was feeling very turned on and I wanted more than anything to slide something, anything in my post but I knew he would not like that. So I sat still, tried to calm myself by taking deep breaths.
My breaths got louder and my body was buzzing with need. He wrapped his hands around me and grabbed both my b0-0bs. He gave them both a hard squeeze, causing me to cry out loud. He did that again and again and soon, he pinched both my n!-pples. I clamped my mouth shut, determined not to make too much noise but he did not want that. The more I tried to hold it in, the harder he pinched and grabbed me until I let out another sharp cry.
He gave a sharp, satisfied sigh and lifted me slightly so he would release his c0-cck. He grabbed the waistband of my panties and yanked them straight down to my ankles. Holding up his c0-cck with one hand, he grabbed my hips and shoved me hard on him with the other. His c0-cck entered my a$$-h0le in one move. It was excruciating. He had no lube and he was not gentle. He gripped my waist with both his hands hard and bounced me up and down, ignoring my cries of pain. He had worked himself up all evening like he normally did so thankfully, it did not go on too long. After a few thrusts, he plunged deeply, releasing up my a$$-h0le.
I returned to his bedroom with a slight limp and my whole a$$ on fire. I went straight to the bed and laid down. This time, he did not give me any special, post-torture treatment. He ignored me after my an-a| a$$ault and left me to myself. I considered mast-vrbating but I knew I would be in big trouble if he caught me. I closed my eyes, hoping he might come over and make things right.