"Who has the power?" He call up.
"Yes. Yes, you do, you f**king control freak!" I shout at him.
"Watch!" He.
Smash!
"Your," He.
Smash!
"Mouth!" He smash.
"My Wifey," He thunder harder.
I scream.
"Oh, God," he yells.
"Let it go, babe," He demands.
'm trying to focus on the climax that's lingering somewhere deep, but every time I think I've captured it, he hits me again with those punishing hips and knocks it back.
My eyes close and I can do nothing more than accept the his work on my body.
"Wifey, now. Together!" He said.
And with that he shouts, grinds and collapses on top of me, releasing my hands from his fierce grip. His breathing is chaotic, his body twitching and his skin wet. I'm all of those things, too, minus one satisfying climax.
"You didn't together," he pants into my neck.
Now I can't talk, so I hum and shake my head, my arms flopped limply at the side of my head.
