He stands over me,
his shadow falling across my back,
and I'm disgusted with myself
for letting him make me feel small.
Then he presses my face deeper into the mattress.
Because standing over me isn’t enough,
now I have to be held down, too.
“Need me bad, huh?” he mutters,
fingers teasing my clit, cruel and lazy.
He grabs my hair and tips my head back,
exposing my neck,
while his other hand smacks my pussy.
A jolt surges through me,
and a sound breaks in my throat.
I bite down on my lip. “Don’t.”
The word rips out of me,
and he loves it,
grinning into the top of my head
while his fingers slide up the length of my pussy.
They they push inside me.
One thrust.
I hold my breath,
squeezing my eyes shut.
Until he slides out to circle my clit,
spreading heat through me.
My pussy begs
even when my heart’s half-dead.
It doesn’t care who’s hand it is,
it still lights up under it,
my body?—
