His hand closes around my throat hard, making me cry out in pain as he spins me so my back is to the wall. I’m trapped between it and him. He keeps me pinned, and I listen to the sound of the belt unbuckling, the zipper of his trousers going down, and a moment later, he bends his knees to lift me, grabbing my thighs and forcing them wide.

My legs wrap around him naturally as he impales me, his face so close I can feel his breath on me. Using the wall to balance me, he puts his hands on either side of my face and brings his mouth to mine. I lick my lips, but he doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he takes my lower lip between his teeth and bites just hard enough to break skin and draw blood. And I wonder if the taste of it arouses him even more because he feels thicker, fucks me harder, more frantically as my arms come to his shoulders, my breathing uneven as he draws more blood and I close my eyes because I’m going to come. I’m going to come so hard as he hate fucks me, and when I do, I cry out, digging my fingernails into his shoulders, hoping I’m drawing blood even through his shirt.

When I open my eyes again, he’s watching me intently, and with one hand, he grips my jaw and forces my head against the wall.

“You stole that one,” he says.

He thrusts once more, burying himself inside me as he wraps his other arm around me to carry me to the bed, to pull out before throwing me down and spinning me so I’m facedown. He grips a handful of hair and twists, forcing me to look back at him as he slides his thick cock into me and closes one finger over my back hole. He’s been doing that, and I know that’s coming too, and I wonder how much it will hurt.

“Do you think you’ll come when I fuck this tight little hole? Because I don’t think so, sweet, poison Ivy.” He jerks my head back so painfully I swear I hear something pop.

“You’re… hurting me.”

With a snort, he lets go of my hair and grips my hips, splaying me wide as he drives into me. He’s close. I can hear it. I know the sounds he makes now like he knows the sounds I make. And I want to come again just to piss him off, so I slip a hand between my legs and finger myself. He slaps my ass hard and drives deep inside me and stills, cock throbbing, emptying, the sensations calling one more orgasm from me before he’s finished, before he pulls out and stumbles backward like a drunk man.