“It’s easier for me to show you why I like it, instead of trying to explain it. Do you trust me?”

I knitted my brow in confusion, but nodded in reply. Before I had a chance to work out what he was on about, his large hands were around my throat. He quickly began slamming his cock into me again, and as I struggled to breathe, I began fighting against him. Pulling and yanking at his arms was useless. He had his whole weight on my neck and with the fading oxygen I was losing strength. As much as I was freaking out, the orgasm that was building was the...