Too fragile for the beast
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Her hands clutched her dress as she looked down. I placed my both hands each side of her head on the wall and caged her. She was terrified to be in that position. "Move back. What are you doing" Turning her face to a side she pushed me with both hands but I didn't budge.
Instead I held her nape of the neck and yanked her face. I looked in to her eyes drowning into them. She punched my chest with her small fist to free herself from my hold. But I held her more tightly giving her more pressure on her neck which made her frown in pain. Tears were rolling down from her eyes wetting her chubby cheeks. She was trying her best to push me back but I yanked her face further and captured her lips. Her soft juicy lips against my dark rough one. Now she was struggling more to release herself, hitting my shoulders and pushing me continuously. But I was lost in her strawberry like lips. Tasting them and punishing them I was loosing my control as my other hand snaked around her waist which she tried to remove immediately. Her lips were warm and inviting me to explore more and more. Tilting her head to a side I deepened the kiss looking for an entrance. But she sealed her lips in to a thin line blocking me away. Nibbling her lower lip with mine I demanded for an entrance but she remained the same which made me frustrated. I removed my hand from her neck and held jaw and squeezed her cheeks. Her mouth pouted and I entered in to her devouring each corner inside. The need for her increasing each passing second and she was struggling hard to stop whatever I am doing with her.
Her hard punches landed on my chest now and she was trying to push my face away. Suddenly I felt her movements stopped I loosed my grip on her and she collapsed in my arms. I was lost in the kiss and didn't realize she was out of her breath.
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