Headcannon109
This story contains- Abuse, Foul Language, and Inappropriate Scenes.
As his hand tightened its grip onto my neck, and his thrusts inside me became more violent, he leaned down and shoved his mouth onto mine. I almost threw up with the remaining taste of scotch still lingering in his mouth. He's drinking again. I laid my palm onto his chest, trying to signal for him to slow down. "Justin, babe slow down you're hurting me again." I said, trying to push his mouth off of mine. He opens his eyes, staring down at me like he's mad at me. Did I do something wrong?
I tried to re-vision all the things I did that could have possibly made him angry, but I couldn't think of one.