I grab her wrist as I step away from her, not saying a word, pulling her suddenly, sharply forward, she stumbles and has to use her free hand to grab onto me to steady herself. XXX ” Yes, of course,” I assured her. ” You heard me,” I said. She cries out, unintelligible words, she isn’t sure if she is trying to beg me to go slow, to have mercy on her, or if she is trying to tell me she wanted it harder. She hears me walk down the hall outside then reach the stairs. She did not try to hide the soft cries she made with each hard, painful thrust inside her.
