Where you going? He grabbed me stopping me just before the door. Fuck is you going? Answer me. Bye. Nah. He grabbed my arm holding me still, firmly without hurting me, but letting me know he wasn't playing. Bye. Ugly. Bye. Bye. Bye. Nah fuck that answer me. Let go of me you ugly fatty head. His eyes narrowed he came closer. You're going to talk to me he said, picking my arms up over my head pushing me to the wall. I hate you! I screamed. I hate you Jamaal. Hate you, hate you, hateeee youuuu. Why baby he said angrily but smoothly in a deep inquisitive tone. What I ever do to you?
You didn't take out the garbage, you keep watching your stupid games, and you are so annoying Jamaal.
I'm done with you. Let me go. He wouldn't let me move. He held tighter, I was paralyzed. His eyes looked me up and down, he grunted. Fuck is you.... I tuned him out all I could think is why is he so sexy? Just why. My heart started beating faster. Answer me. Answer me he said.
But I was defiant, I wanted to push him, push him to the edge. I didn't want the caring sweet man I married. I wanted the man he'd left behind. That sexy ass guy in the wife beater, yankee fitted and jeans. Looking oh so ready to fuck shit up. That's exactly who was looking at me.
He picked me up, straddling me to the wall. Pinning me to it. He freed his hands and began touching me, firmly all over my body.
Is this what you wanted he said, biting into my bottom lip sucking it aggressively over and over. Is this it?
Huh, Mami? This. Si eso es lo que to quieres. Esto. Asi. Fuck. He had me when he spoke in spanish. He continued now sucking my neck as he undid the buttons my on shirt. Slowly. Deliberately aggressive. Button by button. Snap. Fuck you think you going, huh? Snap. Answer me. Snap. Snap. Snap. Till my shirt was open.
He carried me to the bed. Throwing me over his shoulder. I fought him. Pretending this wasn't exactly what I wanted. Punching at his sides. Cussing him. Telling him to put me down. But Jamaal, was strong. Too strong. He wasn't having it. He just smacked me on my ass, telling me Callate. Shut the fuck up.
He layed me down on the bed forcefully, I squirmed. Still fighting. Still resisting him. But I wasn't fooling him. He just forced my legs open, as he got himself on top of me. Undoing his pants, moving my skirt up. Then he thrusted. Pushing deep and hard into me. Saying fuck is you going? You think you can leave me? He grunted. I moaned. He was stroking wildly, in a passionate rage. Speaking Spanish, English with one single purpose. To teach me, to punish me until he broke me, made me submit to him, and submit I did.
He was relentless, you was going where? With who? You really think you can leave me? You're fucking mine Mami. Mine. He thrusted. Sliding out slowly, before thrusting fast, hard and deep. He repeated this over and over and over. Questioning and thrusting. Building me up. He quickened his pace grabbing me by my face. Do you understand me? Do you fucking understand? Me Entienedes? He was killing me and I finally gave in Si, papi, Si. I said. I'm yours. I exploded all over his big Spanish dick. Showing him I was sorry for threatening to leave, and honestly with him making me feel like this. How could I ever leave him.
