Horny for Older Man - Sex Stories

Horny for Older Man

... roughly and hold her there with the weight of my body. It did not matter if it hurt, for my lips are on her own again, this time the kiss is hard and forceful. My tongue is in her mouth and my body is pressing against her and my hands are at her breasts, her waist, and 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 has lost the will to fight in the face of my determined lusts. She tries to struggle after a moment, briefly, ineffectually, as her wits have returned and the sensible part of her brain told her this was a mistake and she should not be here and not allow me to do this. She tries to pull her face away from me, tries to push me from her, but my teeth clench and anger flares in my eyes and I grip her shoulders with brutal force as I push her again against the wall, this time with far more strength. She literally sees stars as her head hits hard against the wall behind her, her stunned groan unwitting, but I give her no time to recover, reaching up with one hand to entwine it in her hair at the back of her head and pulling down hard. She whimpers out loud with the sudden pain, but can not get out any further sound, for my lips are on hers once again as my tongue is back in her mouth and 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 hers as she takes advantage of the ...

... pause to draw air deeply into her lungs, her eyes locked onto my face with fear. She sees a cruel amusement in my expression, worse, condescending disdain, as if I had known she would respond to harsh treatment, as if I expected nothing less. My free hand, the one not holding her by the hair at the back of her head, clutching roughly at her breast. She can not help but utter a low groan of surprised pain. Something else flares in my eyes then, she thought it was satisfaction, pleased to hear her cries. As she stares up at me in that moment, I'm pushing 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 knows then she fears me. Fears me and desires me, desperately and overwhelmingly. I grab her wrist as I step away from her, not saying a word, just pulling her suddenly, roughly forward, so that she stumbles and had to use her free hand to grab onto me so as to steady herself from falling. I gave her no time to regain her balance, I push open the door from the hallway she had indicated earlier is the bedroom shoving her roughly inside. She fought to stand still when she recovered herself and managed to breath, before I'm with her again, having entered behind her, and grabbed her by both arms shoving her again forward, this time onto the bed. She fell forward, half on her stomach, half on her side, then scrambled to turn over before I'm on top of her, she knew by now I won't wait to see if she is ...