immediately jumping when i hear the door slam because i wasnt expecting him home so early. fear creasing through my veins as i hear his heavy footsteps strike the earth beneath him growing closer by the second. my brain races desperately trying to read his mind before i meet his eyes, already prepared to beg for mercy as i fight to find the source of his anger. my heart pounds harder when the footsteps cease, his glare filling me to my brim as i stand frozen in his kitchen. his son, who id been watching while he works, loud on the other side of the wall in the living room. which was a mess. something i know He despises. his dinner was also not done.
So caught up in my own thoughts for what seems like forever i stare back at him watching as his lips move, not registering his words yet. It wasnt until he flew towards me, his large hand grabbing my throat and so easily pinning me against the opposite wall, that i understood him.
“Dont you say a fucking word” he growled at me over the noise of his fingers ripping the buckle of his belt undone. his other hand still tightly fastened around my throat as he lifted me to his eye level, strangling me as he held me there for a moment, watching me struggle pathetically. my legs kick outwards , careful to not kick him, as i choke against the brute force of the pressure against my neck, barely able to breathe. suddenly feeling the coldness of the air against my pussy lips realizing my panties had been torn away. i shut my eyes closed as i feel his tip thud against my clit, my hands clawing at the wall behind me then grabbing his arm. a faint “Please” blurts from my lips before feeling his thick veiny dick enter me. i cling to his arm using it as support as he fucks me with hate from beneath, his grip less tight intentionally so i would drop onto his dick with no escape.