Those words are his undoing, as I knew they would be. He releases a frustrated yell and takes over my movements, squeezing my waist and wrenching me up and down on him.
"I LOVE YOU TOO!" he shouts, almost angry, and I know it's because he really can't resist me.
"Yes!" I scream.
He's suddenly standing, my legs still wrapped around his waist as he walks across the bathroom and trusts me up against the wall.
"So you want it hard, my babe??
"Yes!" I shout, frenziedly, tightening my legs and moving my hands back into his dark mass of hair.
"Fine." He withdraws and hammers back in, over and over.
My screams of satisfaction cries through the air.
"Love it?" he grunts, hitting me hard and deep.
"So you love harder better?" He's really mad.
