“No offense, but you feel like sandpaper,” I say flatly. “Having sex is not mandatory.” I pull away from her, about to rip the condom off my cock. She turns around and tugs at my shirt desperately. “No, no. Please. You have to fuck me.” “Why?” I ask, flabbergasted. We’ve never had an issue like this before, but I don’t see the necessity in fucking tonight if she is not up for it. “Because!” She is on the verge of crying. “I’ve missed you and I want you inside me, all right? Stop asking so many questions.”
