1. Light Chocolate Candy


    Date: 11/21/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 48.5, Source: sexstories.com

    kiss. " I'm... I'm sorry," she whispers, realizing then she already had made a fool of herself. I said nothing and so she sought escape, quickly turning, trying to move away, back up the stairs. That is when I grabbed her. Hard, fast, she is unable to comprehend at first, for it all moved too fast. I grabbed her around the arm shoving her hard up against the wall and it hurt where my fingers had gripped and dug into her, it hurt as her head had connected with the plasterboard behind her, as I pushed her roughly and held her there with the weight of my body. But it did not matter if it hurt, for my lips were on her own once again, but this time the kiss is hard and forceful. My tongue is in her mouth and my body is pressed against her as my hands are at her breasts, and her waist, gripping the skin beneath her shirt. She is helpless to fight against me, not simply because I'm physically stronger than her, but because she seems to lose all will to fight in the face of my determined lust. She tries to struggle after a moment, briefly, ineffectually, as her wits have returned and that sensible part of her brain told her this is wrong and I shouldn't be allowed to do this. So she tries to pull her face away from me, tries to push me from her, but my teeth only clench and anger flares in my eyes as I grip her shoulders with brutal force as I push her against the wall, this time with far more force. She literally sees stars as her head hits hard against the wall behind her, her ...
    stunned groan entirely unwitting, but I give her no time to recover, reaching up with one hand to entwine it in her long hair at the back of her head and pulling down hard. She whimpers with the sudden pain, but can not get out any further sound, for my lips are on her own once again and my tongue is back in her mouth as she stops trying to struggle for fear of what I will do and instead kisses me back. She is gasping for breath by the time I pull my face away from her and she takes advantage of the pause drawing back, sucking air deeply into her lungs, her eyes locked on my face with fear. She sees a cruel amusement in my expression, worse, condescending disdain, as if I have always known she would respond to such harsh treatment, as if I had expected nothing less. My free hand, the one not holding her by the hair at the back of her head, clutches roughly at her breast so that she cannot help but utter a low sound of surprised pain. Something else flares in my eyes, she thought it is satisfaction, pleased to hear her cries. As she stares up at me in that moment of respite, I push my body against hers and she is pinned to the wall, my hand on her breast, the other painfully pulling her head back by her hair, she knew then she truly fears me. Fears me and desires me also, desperately, overwhelmingly. I grab her wrist as I step away from her, not saying a word, just pulling her suddenly, sharply forward, so that she stumbles and has to use her free hand to grab onto me so as to ...
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