C98 His anger and my demise.

The room was silent except for my unsteady breaths. My wrists were pinned above my head, and Dontrell’s grip was unyielding. His body caged me in, his presence suffocating, overwhelming. His eyes burned into mine, dark and unreadable.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my breath coming in shallow gasps as his dick stretched me, no foreplay, no affection, just raw and hard sex