“Oh, you have?”
“Mmmm, four? Maybe…”
“Damn right it is,” he replied, kissing my nipple as he started to fuck me again with slow, deliberate strokes, touching every inch of my dripping hole with his cock. I looked over at the video monitor hanging on the wall displaying a live feed from Shane’s video camera. We’d started recording ourselves and masturbating together while watching them back before bed.
It was hot.
“I think we can get to five,” he whispered. I groaned as he slid out of me, took me by the hip and spun me around onto my stomach. He quickly slid all of his thick inches inside of me, pinning me against the bed, driving all the breath from my lungs. Sweat from his strong body dripped down onto my back as he started to really slam me.
“Oh-my-God-Shane-fuck-me!” I stammered, my words slipping from my lips with every thrust from his strong hips.
He anchored himself on top of me using his knees to clamp down around my thighs and ass. His strong hands wrapped around my shoulders, placing me firmly under his control as he gave it to me in just the right way.
From this angle, the thick tip of his cock massaged my g-spot perfectly, and no matter how many times I’d gotten off already, he could always get me there again by fucking me like this. He’d joked once about keeping me pinned down and seeing how many times he could make me come before I passed out. The idea both turned me on and scared me at the same time…
Heheh.
Another orgasm began to form inside of me. I was actually worried that I might pass out this time. My entire body was tingling, alive with the heat of my desire for my beautiful man as he took my body, using it for his own pleasure but at the same time driving me absolutely wild.
“You look so hot when you fuck me, baby,” I told him, my eyes on the video monitor. And it was true. His body was like a Greek God on top of me, rippling with muscles that you only ever saw on men who stood on stages in speedos. He was glistening with sweat and his skin shone like delicious caramel. I was so small beneath his massive, strong physique.
“Mmmm,” he groaned. “Not as good as you look in front of my camera lens.”
“Yeah?”
“The sexiest fucking bitch I ever shot,” he snarled. Some girls might not like being called bitch by their husband, but when he was fucking me, I loved it. He’d told me once that my pussy felt so good it “made him angry,” because he was constantly trying not to come while he fucked me. I loved it.
“Yeah…?”
My eyes closed as I let myself slip into a state of pure submission. I couldn’t move beneath him, even if I wanted to. Each stroke from his enormous dick felt like it was going to split me in two. It hurt a little bit, but it was the best pain imaginable, somehow enhancing the pleasure I that came with it.
I felt his strong legs against my ass, his rough hands on the skin of my shoulders and the heat from his body. His scent was strong, manly and all over me, and with each heavy thrust his taught balls slapped against my clit, providing even more stimulation.
It was almost too much to handle.
And this was my husband!
This wasn’t the kind of sex a married woman was supposed to be having, at least if you believed what everybody else said.
“Mmm, you’re getting tight on me, princess,” Shane purred. He was right. I was getting close. He leaned in and ran his lips across the back of my neck, causing a shiver to race through my spine like an electric current.
“I’m—I’m close, baby…”
“Come for me again,” he told me. “I know you want to. Let me feel that tight little cunt squeezing on my cock.”
His dirty talk threw me over the edge. I cried out and screamed into the mattress as I came. My body shook with each pulse of pleasure that ached through me, and when I felt Shane burst inside me, I completely lost it.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuckkkk…” I groaned into the bed as everything went white and I felt ready to pass out. His strong dick pumped rope after rope of his warm, sticky juices inside my already dripping pussy. There was so much I felt it starting to leak out of me onto the bed as he gently rocked inside my hole.
“God-fucking-damn it that’s good!” he growled, wrapping his arms tightly around my body, clenching me to him with an iron-like grip. I twisted my head to his and opened my mouth to accept his tongue. I wanted to be devoured by him, and that was basically what was happening.
Slowly, we came down together, and I moaned as he slid out of me and lay beside me. Panting like I’d just done a half hour of elliptical, I brushed my hair from my eyes and rolled over to face him, one hand over my pussy to keep too much of his cum from spilling out of me.
“Gotta keep it in there,” I giggled.
Shane grinned back at me, brushed my curls aside and pecked me on the forehead.
A lot had changed since the whirlwind of our first meeting. Shane and I had gone to Eleanor with the tape I’d made of Janice, and when we all confronted her, she broke down and admitted to everything.