I’m relentless, voracious and unyielding in my need to dominate her. I fuck her like she’s never been fucked before.
She doesn’t complain.
She takes it, over, and over, and over again, matching my feral nature.
I didn’t expect this from her.
Behind the sweet angelic face, hides a dirty girl.
Mydirty girl.
Each one of her desperate moans acts as fuel on a raging fire.
I ram into her as if it’s my sole mission in life.
My heart is pounding like a drum, and my balls contract so hard, it’s like they’re going to rip open from the weight of my cum.
Shit.
I have no idea how I’m going to go back to fucking with condoms once this arrangement reaches its term.
I push the disturbing thought aside and lose myself inside her.
We both gasp from the force of my thrusts.
She pulls at my hair as if searching for relief.
That does little to rein me in.
I’m too far gone.
I need her pussy like I need my next breath.
“You feel so good, kitten.”
I slide in and out of her pussy, raw and rough.
She gasps. “Oh shit. Oh God. Oh?—”
“Shhh.”
“Sorry.”
I lean in and kiss her lips.
“I’m honoring my wife’s pussy by fucking her like she deserves?”
“Oh, yes, you are. You really are.”
I pound her without mercy.
I fuck her so hard, my balls slap against her sweet ass.
My ragged breaths echo around the room as I fight to maintain control.
“I—I’m close,” she says between breaths.
Thank the fuck God.
