She Loved It, Banged By The Bully 2 - Wrecked By The Bully's Father!

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His hands roamed over her, not just chipping away at her resolve, but taking a sledgehammer to it. Even when Mark was home between runs, his time was pretty evenly divided between sleeping and poker games with his buddies. Valera hadn't had a good screw in longer than she could remember. The sexy brute manhandling her was not making it easy for her to want to wait for her husband to return before she got one. But she didn't want to submit to him, to reward him with her tanned, yoga-toned body after he'd been such an unrepentant a*****e throughout their dealings. S*** like that gave women a bad name, like they could only get off with men who treated them like douchebags. She didn't want to be one of those women. And yet, she couldn't stop herself from wanting him to keep his promise and take her, seize her, bend her to his will. All she could think as his promised girth sent sensations of betrayal through her nethers, was that she couldn't let this happen. She couldn't. Roman was counting on her to end his bullying torment. She couldn't let a sexual dry spell and her grudging attraction to another man lead her down a path to such complete and utter destruction of the woman she needed to be for her family. Valera wrestled free of his grasp and backed away from him. He followed her around the room grinning a satyr's grin, his gaze daring her to leave his.
"Come back, sugar, I just wanna talk to you," he mocked her, "You came here to talk, right?" Valera came to rest when the back of her thighs bumped against the edge of his desk. His position between her and the door out left Valera nowhere to run. She heard the jingle of a belt coming unfastened. The soft rustle of denim sliding to the floor followed it. Valera's eyes followed the sounds...