I would’ve loved to have given more time, take more care, my first time back in the saddle. But as is to be expected, being this close to her for this long made me ravenous to have her, and that shit only pissed me off no end and released all the pent up anger again, and I refused to treat her like my wife, to show her any of the gentleness I once did before she threw it all back in my face.
With those thoughts in mind, I grabbed my cock and looked down into her sleepy face. “This changes nothing.” I slammed my cock into her hard without care, something I would never have done when we were married. Her body bucked, and she screamed before I covered her mouth with my hand.
“Shh, don’t wake my son.” I stroked into her, going deep, knowing that she was never very good at taking all of me like this, not without a lot of preparation, which usually entailed me, giving her my mouth. I don’t care. “Does it hurt having me inside you like this?” She didn’t answer. Just stared up at me around the hand I still had covering her mouth.
I leaned in close so that I could whisper in her ear. “I don’t care; I want to hurt you.” I almost said ‘as much as you hurt me,’ but that would be giving away too much. So instead of words, I showed her with my body. I plowed into her pussy until the bed threatened to break. I can honestly say I’ve never fucked a human being with such disregard. Her pussy is going to be extremely sore when I’m done. I don’t care.
At one point, she pounded against my back when I spread her legs over my arms and opened her up wider so that I could drill her pussy harder, deeper, and faster. She bit into my hand, and I removed it and gave her my tongue to suck on and keep her quiet before going back to her tit, which was fast becoming my favorite thing.
I will never admit it but being inside her sweet tight pussy again was like the best fucking thing to ever happen to me, except for the day I found her. I made note of the fact that her pussy was indeed tight like it hadn’t been used in a while. But then I recalled that there was another day, another thing that should’ve been numbered among the best for me, that she’d robbed me of that thing, the birth of my son, and I tried to kill her at the end of my cock.
I choked her out as I fucked her into the bed, while still nibbling on her tit. The only reason I didn’t bite that shit until it was sore the way I wanted to, the way I was very much tempted to, is because she needed it to feed my son. But the fact that I could still find such pleasure in fucking her, the fact that I could not detach myself the way I wanted to was pissing me off.
I didn’t want to enjoy her, didn’t want her to have any pleasure from my body, but it was too late. Her pussy was juicing like a split open peach on a hot summer day, and her shit had a tight ass hold on my cock as it slipped and slid inside her.
She went from pounding my back to clutching at me, trying to draw me in closer as her legs wrapped around my ass, pulling my dick harder into her as she made those cute little purring noises I remember so well. That shit pissed me off, and I pulled out of her without warning and put her on her hands and knees in front of me, wrapped my hand around her throat from behind, pulling her head back so I could look down into her eyes, and drove my cock home.
Her mouth opened on a silent scream, and I felt the waves of shock that ran through her body around my cock. Her eyes opened wide on mine pleadingly as if asking for mercy; I had none. “Calen, that hurts.” She barely choked out the words in between, taking me deep in her belly.
“You’re my wife; I’ll fuck you any way I want to.”
I put my hand on her tummy and pulled her back onto my cock hard while shoving my tongue into her mouth. I eased my twelve-inch cock from her depths before gliding back in over and over again until her pussy started frothing out a mix of cunt juice and nut serum.
Those keening noises that I knew meant I was hurting her fell from her lips each time I went too deep, but I tried not to care. This wasn’t for her; this was for me. I could care less about her pleasure. At least I told myself that while her pussy pulsed around my cock.