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around them. I glanced up at him, our eyes locking in that split second. I could see how much he wanted to hurt me, his eyes lit up, his hands groping every inch of my body, claiming it as his own. At that moment, his thrusts became harder and faster, I wrapped my legs around him so tightly I could feel him tearing right through me. I could feel myself ready to explode.
    “Michael, I’m so close,” I shouted, my muscles starting to contract around him.
    “I’m coming right now baby.” His head snapped back. “Yes baby, fuck!” He bit his bottom lip and thrust into me at full speed. “God, Baby, yes!” he yelled.
         I shattered around him as he came inside of me, losing my mind in the process, seeing stars and fucking rockets as I closed my eyes yelling out his name.
    “Michael!”
         He fell on top of me, barely breathing, sliding his chest against my sweaty, shuddering body. He grabbed my hair and pushed inside of me as hard as he could. His hand was gripped tightly around my pony tail, yanking it to the rhythm of his thrusts. I cried out and bit my lip until it bled. I could taste the coppery mixture of blood and sweat on my tongue and I came again so hard it actually hurt. The feeling of pleasure was soon masked by the throbbing pain of my swollen insides. I tried to push him away with my hands against his chest. He didn’t budge.
    “Michael! You’re hurting me!” I yelled.
    “Baby, hold on!” He glared into my eyes, but his stare was dark and indifferent. He continued slamming into me, jerking inside of me as he held me down, yanking my hair, moaning and grunting like he’s never fucked me in his life.
    “Michael, please.” I whispered. I lost my breath, I felt dizzy, and I wanted him to get off of me. My body was aching and my swollen, tender flesh was throbbing in agony. He finally let out of cry of relief, enough to stop pushing himself inside of me. I pushed Michael off of me with my hands, and he plopped over to the side of the bed, panting and sweating as his manhood jolted on top of him, releasing whatever was left in him.
        I sat up slowly, covering myself with the blanket then glancing over at Michael. His eyes were closed and he was breathless. I got up and walked over to the bathroom. I turned on the bath water and let the tub fill up. I sat on the toilet placing my hands between my legs to wipe myself clean. I shook my head as my fingers skimmed my tender folds that were engorged and sore. I stepped into the tub, sliding under the warm water, submerging myself underneath it to alleviate the discomfort.
        I came back up for air and as I opened my eyes, Michael was standing in front of me, his jewels dangling in my face.
    “Hey.” he said softly. “Can I join you?”
    “I’m getting out,” I said firmly.
    “Jenesis, I’m sorry.” he wrapped a towel around his waist and sat on the floor near the tub.
    “No…I’m sorry. I pushed you to hurt me and you went a little too far.” I said without giving him eye contact. “Everything hurts me, but it’s not your fault.” I pushed out a smile. My eyes watered a little, but I didn’t cry. I got up and stepped out of the tub. Michael stood gaping at me as I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out. I started to gather my clothing. I had an appointment with Dr. Logan and I didn’t want to miss it.
    “Jenesis?”
    “Michael, I have to go. I’ll meet you tonight for dinner.” The sex was always good with Michael, more than good, mind-blowing good. For some reason, I almost violated this time. My fucking father was in the back of my head, of course, making me feel all kinds of dirty and there was nothing I could do about it. Then suddenly, a memory hit me.  I remembered my father taking his whores to the back of the bar and having me sit on a crate while he slobbered them down, licking every part of their face and neck, pulling on their hair. I could hear him unzip his pants. I would cover my ears. I’d turn