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"Bite me! Hold me down!" she urged him as he slid inside her. Dutifully, his teeth clamped down on her nipple, biting and grinding it. It hurt, but sent little shocks through her. He'd never done this before; she had never asked.

He lifted up from her breasts, and attacked the other one, she moaned and screamed. He paused at that. "Oh, don't stop," she said, rocking her hips back and forth under him. He had stopped moving inside her when he bit her breasts. She wasn't sure what she was asking him not to stop. He bit down on her breasts again, taking a large chunk of breast in his mouth, biting. She moaned in pleasure as he did it.

He lifted up and grabbed her upper arms, squeezing them, and pressing her down. He was completely above her, his full weight bearing down on her, pressing into her. She couldn't move out from under him -- not that she wanted to -- but the utter lack of choice made her growl in animal passion. She spread her legs wider, wrapping her feet around his back, pulling him in. He rode her with abandon, spewing his cum inside of her; freeing her orgasm over and over.

He had been rough, but not too rough, she thought to herself. Not so rough that she didn't come over and over. But then he saw her body. The tooth marks on her right breast where he had bit her, hard, at her urging. The finger print bruises on her arms where he had dug into her as he rode her hard. "I bruised you," he apologized brushing her upper arms tenderly. "And this," he said, touching her now-tender breasts.

She gasped and twitched as he touched her, jerking away ever so slightly. "It's OK," she smiled at him. "My trophies."

He got a distant look in his eyes, and got out of bed, walked out the door. "Hon?" she said to him as he left. "What's up?" He didn't respond and the blissful happiness fell away. She pulled the sheets around her and followed him into the den.

He was crying.

She sat next to him, "What is wrong?"

"I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry," he repeated over and over.

"For what, hon? Not for the wonderful come, I hope," she joked.

He bawled and pointed at her bruises. "My mom called them trophies," he said. Uncontrollable sobs racked through him. She put her arms around him, and rocked him, pulling his head to her breasts, smoothing his hair. "When he beat her," he whispered.

"Shhh, shhh," she said, rocking him back and forth, trying to comfort him.