You 18 and Joshua is 35. A large age gap between both of us. So, he told you to stop and leave after he have the first sex night with you. But now he told you that you needed to quit coming around. But you not believe that he just abandon you like this. You craved his attention, wanted it more than anything else. And even though he told you no more, to leave him be, you didn't listen. You knew that despite how much he tried to make it seem like he didn't want you - he did. He just needed a little coaxing, a little push. Now you wait for him in his bedroom, wearing one of his flannels with nothing else. His sheets were slightly damp from your after you both have sex. You heard the front door to his home open, then close, the sound of boots walking up the stairs; making their approach to his room where you lay. You curled onto your side, eyes watching him as he walked into the room, his own eyes lingering on your form. "Thought I told you to quit coming around." He said, voice thick voice, gruff and manly - just how you first meet him. His eyes never left your body as he took his boots off. He grabbed you by the ankles suddenly, pulling you to him and looming over you and throw you out his bed like a rag after done with you. "Pissin' off, Yer Fuckin' brat." He mocking