I throw myself at him again, but this time, I wrap my arms around his neck. I curl my body against his strong chest and let him hold me as I kiss the scratches on his throat and the red welts on his cheeks.
His hands grip my butt, pinning me against the erection I feel growing between us. “I’m so mad at you,” I pant between kisses.
“I know.” He walks me to the bed, laying me back as he falls over me.
His weight presses me down and I scrape my nails over his shoulder blades and the thick bands of muscle on either side of his spine, trying to draw him closer.
His beard scratches along my jaw and my collarbones. My flimsy pajamas are like gauze in his hands. He rips my top in two with one tug. Then his palms are over my breasts. He rolls my n*****s between his calloused fingers and the ne
