18. Bipolar Behaviour

He spanked my butt making me yelp and bend forward. He pushed my head down on the pillow and pulled my ass up in the air in front of his malicious eyes.

He spat on my entrance and was rubbing his tip on my clit making me wet.

"Please I can't anymore!" I begged with a weak voice and sore throat.

"Oh wifey, you dressed like a whore, you acted like a whore so let me fuck you like one." He said while entering me from behind without a warning and I cried out in pain.

I was biting my lower lip to stop myself from moaning with each hard and fast thrust. The contact of his skin with my bruised skin was making me yelp in pain. He circled his belt around my waist and pulled me closer by it to thrust even deeper. I clutched the remaining portion of the tie tightly in between my tied palms and buried my face deeper into the pillow.

"Is it hurting?" He groaned.

"Y..yes," I stuttered through my sobs.

"Good," he groaned in my ear while pulling my hair in a fist, making my back arch. He