Really, it was a wonder the mirror attached to this dresser didn't break with the force with which he was pounding into her. Her hands moved roughly into his hair and it was delightfully painful, it really only egged him on, encouraged him to keep going at the hard, quick pace her was.
"Fuck!" It was getting harder and harder to keep up the stream of insults as his mind and body focused on what they were doing, on how it all made him feel like his whole body was on fire.
"Good.. fuck.. fuck..." his hand moved into her hair as he returned the rough, desperate kiss. The other gripped at her hip, pulling her to meet his thrusts, hard enough to bruise. For once, he wasn't at all concerned about hurting her.
This was amazing between them. It was completely insane, but being like this with her made him feel more alive than anything else ever could.