Laura smiled, not taking her hand from his cock. “I know it’s bad of me, but you know I like it when you get rough. You don’t do it nearly enough. It’s almost as good as when you’re gentle and sweet. We women are such a pain in the ass, so I’m sure if you were rough all the time then I’d complain about it. But don’t apologize—if you want to make it up to me then you can take me to bed and fill up my ass with as much cum as you did my pussy.”
He laughed, pulled her up and into his arms, and carried her to bed. She went to her knees and his hands came down on her hips. When he slammed into her pussy, hard and deep, she moaned her pleasure. Her whole body quivered. He was going to be just as rough as she needed him to be.
When he pulled out, a smack rang through the room and her ass shook. She moaned her pleasure, and another smack bit into her ass. The blunt head of his cock played in the juices seeping from along the lips of her pussy. Another smack and she begged him for his cock. She felt him there at the tight hole of her ass, and he thrust in. His hands on her hips were almost as painful as his fierce thrust until he was buried deep. She had no time to savor the feel of him buried deep before he was out again, almost past the tight ring, and then he was back all the way deep inside her. Her head went back and she cried out his name. His hand caught her hair and kept hold of it, and she loved it. Faster and faster, he moved inside her ass, and, trembling, she felt her climax build. A smack to her ass and she groaned, so close, and then he was fucking only inches in and out of her, faster, deeper, and she was clenching her ass around his thick cock. Her orgasm surprised her and slammed into her as powerfully as Paul’s cock. She cried out. It was so strong, it was almost painful. As her ass clenched around him, Paul slammed deep and came, his cum filling her.
Her arms gave way and she fell forward, her face buried in the sheets. Paul clung to her around her stomach and followed her down, still buried deep inside her. He knew she loved the feeling of him inside her.
“Was that rough enough, sweetheart?” he murmured into her neck.
“Yes, thank you, but when you catch your breath and get hard again, I’m going to need you to do it all over again.” She felt his cock twitch, and she clenched around him.
“I absolutely love how insatiable you are for my cock. Have I told you that? Have I told you how hard I get just thinking about your love for my cock?”
“Hmm, no, but actions speak louder than words.” She loved the feel of his teeth sinking into the flesh of her neck. “Paul, do you think you’re ready to fuck my ass again?”
His reply was a smack of her ass, and she moaned her approval.
***
Two weeks later and it was a gorgeous day out, and all she wanted to do was lie in bed with Paul, but she couldn’t. She had plans with April to go shopping for a dress to Kelly’s wedding in three weeks. The few dresses she had thought would work didn’t pass the Paul test. She’d had to beg him to stop tearing them off her, but he hadn’t listened, with the explanation that she wasn’t ever going to wear them again anyway, so what did it matter if he tore them off her? As the daughter of a Pentecostal preacher and now a kindergarten teacher, April was the person she could trust to help her pick out something stylish but conservative enough to please Paul.
Paul was already up, and she could smell the coffee. She had an hour before she was due to meet April, so she had to get into gear. Her shower was quick, as she had put her hair up. They would also be getting their hair cut and pedicures today. Thoughtful of pleasing Paul, she wore a long black peasant skirt and a matching black loose tee shirt. She tucked a pair of panties into her purse. She knew she wanted Paul to take her before she left for the day. While they had been up late last night, it had been mainly for work, and he’d only taken her once before they’d fallen asleep. She loved going about her day with the feel of him inside her.
He was at the dining table working. Even though he had an office, he rarely used it.
“Hey, sweetheart, do you have time for breakfast? I’m sorry, I meant to wake you earlier.”
“No worries. I don’t have time for breakfast. We’re planning to meet at a coffee shop anyway, so I’ll get something there. I don’t have much time, but I do have five minutes for you to fuck me and fill me up. Please, Paul,” Laura whispered as she pulled up the skirt, showing him her naked pussy.
“You sure as hell better not be going out without panties,” Paul said as he stood up. He backed her up against the wall and she went willingly, her hands on his jeans and pulling out his cock. It always made her wet knowing how strong he was, when he picked her up easily, her pussy clenched in need. She wrapped her legs around him and sighed with pleasure as he slid into her wet pussy, and with one aggressive stroke he was buried to the hilt. Her arms around his neck, her head went back. He belonged inside her. She knew she would never get tired of the feeling of him inside her.
“Hmm, of course not. I have panties in my purse. Stop talking and fuck me hard.” She moaned, and her pussy squeezed him.
His mouth covered hers, and he pumped fiercely into her. It didn’t take long before he was spilling into her, and she moaned as she hit her climax with an intensity that almost overwhelmed her. He began to move, but she murmured her disagreement and he sank back into her with a sigh.
“Why do you need to go shopping?” His words got to her, and she remembered April and sighed as she forced herself up. He moved out of her and set her back down on slightly wobbly legs. She went down on her knees to clean his cock, as she loved to do.
“Because of you. Don’t you remember all those dresses you tore? I can’t go Kelly’s wedding in something like this.” She pulled her panties out of her purse and stepped into them.
“Why do we have to go the wedding? Why can’t we be out of town or something?”
“Because it’s a wedding over a year in the planning. We can’t suddenly forget now.”
r /> “It just seems like such a waste. All that time, money and effort on one day that means nothing.”
“Paul! What do you mean it means nothing?”
He shrugged as he fastened his jeans and flopped back down. “Marriage is a crock of bullshit. Ten years from now, if they’re even still together, all that money spent on such a huge wedding will be a drop in the bucket compared to the amount of money they’ll be spending on lawyers.”
“Just because your marriage didn’t work out doesn’t mean it can’t work out for other people. Kelly really cares about Eliot.” Laura did her best to hide her distress.
“Cares about—and if she cares about him so damn much then how was she still fucking me not just while they dated, but four months into their engagement? Yeah, I’m not impressed with that much caring. Kelly is marrying him so she can have a certain lifestyle she couldn’t have without him. He’s marrying her because she gives amazing head and she looks good on his arm.
“So what happens if the market turns against him and Kelly stops looking good? Kelly has already told me she has no intention of having kids, because in her family one kid and the body goes. She wanted kids before she met him, but she’s too afraid of not being able to get her body back in shape enough to please him, so out go the kids. I can practically guarantee those two will be a part of the statistic that fifty percent of marriages end in divorce.”
“Maybe when you don’t get married for the right reasons, but maybe when you get married for the right reasons then those people are the other fifty percent that stick it out for life.”
Paul shook his head, but whatever he might have said was lost when his cell phone rang. It was Garrett, and Paul pulled her to him and gave her a kiss on the neck before pushing her away.