Dog Fight

Take it out on me

I moan out as I grip the sheets, ripping holes into them with how tight I gripped them.

Stephen, who had a grip on my hips so tight it was leaving bruises, was thrusting into me with such force it brought tears to my eyes.

He leans down and wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck. I was was thankful for the break. But then, he sits up, pulling me along with him and arching my back against him and begining his relentless drilling again, hitting deeper than before.

I cry out as he thrusts, his breath hot against my cheek. I reach back, gripping his hair as I whimper out.

One of his hands comes to my breasts and the other comes to my face, silencing my whimpers.

My eyes roll back in euphoria as I shake against him. He releases me and places his hand on my head, pressing my face into the mattress as he thrusts into me.

I hear his groaning grow louder and I whimper as his thrusts become faster.

Stephen grips both my hips and pulls me more into his thrusts. I was practically dead at this point.

It's not like I didn't like it, but he was being so aggressive that my body physically could not do anything but take it.

I guess he really was angry.

...

I lay there, almost dead beneath Stephen as he hugs me tightly.

"I'm sorry."he says softly against my neck.

"Don't be sorry."I respond.

"I didn't mean to hurt you."he says quietly.

"You didn't."I smile.

He nuzzles against my neck and let's off a huff.

"I'm not angry anymore."he says. I smile as I rub his back.

"Then it worked."I say.

"And I really don't like champagne."

I laugh.

...

I lift my shirt up a bit, looking at the deep purplish bruises on my hips, some of them hidden beneath my underwear.

I turn my mouth to the side as I turn a bit, seeing a bruise on my lower back.

"Great, people are gonna thing I got hit by a truck."I say softly as I look down at Stephen who was hunched over the toilet.

"You told me to take my anger out."he breathes.

"I did, that's true."I say.

He sits up and walks on his knees over to me, hugging my legs.

I chuckle as he begins kissing the bruises on my hips.

"I'm sorry."he says as I rake my fingers through his hair.

"It's okay."I smile.