I loved that she fought me. God, she knew exactly how to get my adrenaline pumping. I wished I could spank her for it. And if I fucked her, it wouldn’t be sweet. It wouldn’t be gentle. I would pound into her with all the passion and fury and turmoil she made me feel. I would make her beg—for more, and then for mercy. And when I felt her body seize, when her nails dug into my back, when she arched and bucked and thrashed beneath me, I’d bury my cock deep inside her and come so hard she felt it like a punishment.
