Letting him in
As he drew closer offering his self to her again, she quickly pulled away clamping her legs closed. He smirked. “Closed legs can’t get fed,” He said “Open ones don’t get loved… I’m not going to keep being your whore. I need more than sex, I want to know that you care,” She replied. He stared down at her silently for a moment. He leaned down to kiss her. Her head turned quickly away from his. With both hands he grabbed her face towards him before forcing his mouth on hers. She clenched her mouth shut trying not to let him in, she was trying to stay strong but his hands began to roam her body. She couldn’t do much to fight him off, she never could. She loved him. His hands started to pry …