Slam! “Who’s the man?” he shouted. “You are, baby!” “Who?” “You are, Derrick! You’re the only man for me!” Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! I was sure my headboard was about to break, the way it was slamming up against the wall. Derrick was on top of me, pushing himself inside me with all his might, and I was screaming at the top of my lungs. Only I wasn’t screaming because it felt good. I was screaming because it felt like he was gonna rip me wide open. He was having such a good time, he didn’t even notice that I was in pain. As far as I could tell, he thought my screams of agony were cries of pleasure and he was doing his job. Every time I opened my mouth, he pushed himself deeper and harder inside me. I wanted to tell him what the grimaces on my face really meant, ask him to slow down, and at least be a little less rough, but I was afraid I’d hurt his feelings. And that was the last thing I wanted to do, especially since he’d been waiting for three years to make love to me.
