Lone Star Mountain #newdaynewme

The bucking becomes erratic and painful, feeling his intention jam at her over and over in frustration. For a few seconds, she thinks it is the wrong thing to do. If she makes him angrier, it’ll make it worse, but she can’t will herself to give up and let him have his way. If she just… holds out a little longer, he’ll loosen his grip and she can launch from her prison.
 
His teeth release her nape and his humping slows; her eyes widen and stare forward, reveling in the face she can’t mess it up. There’s a second she thinks she has to get away and as she starts to spring back, teeth latch back onto her neck with a greater force than before. More of her skin is held in his grasp, anchoring her head to his and as he swings her in one direction, she can’t do anything but move with him. With no control over his body, he slams her hard into the ground. The side of her head hits in a way to put enough pressure, forcing her left eye to prolapse. Her right rolls back into her head, everything becoming white and loud. A ringing alarms in her ears and she loses all control of her body, falling limp on the ground with a groan while she teeters to the other side.
 
When he yanks her again, there is no resistance, flinging back with him as her body drags the ground.