Sound

I felt his hardness in the very center of me
Was not allowed the luxury of sound
No moan, no shudder, no release from all the pressure rising
I felt like a balloon with too much air
And his hand, around my throat, like I was hanging from the gallows
My feet were curled and trying to climb the sheets
Eyes bulging and pleading
I would die or cum
One hard thrust and yes! He was filling me
I was pulsing around him
And finally he said speak
"thank you Sir, I love you.