“Right now, it’s real,” I moan as he starts to fuck me again, nice and slow. I gasp and shudder, I’m so damn sensitive after that wild orgasm, but he’s relentless. He turns me over, puts my ass in the air, and slides himself in nice and deep as I stretch out and grip my fingers into the sheets.
He fucks me like that rough and fast, sliding in and out of my tight pussy. I buck against him riding his shaft, moaning the whole time. I’ve never felt so controlled and out of control in the same moment, like he’s pushing me to my limits and stretching me out beyond them, and I want to keep going, to find out what this man can make me feel. I want him to take me to a new level, one I didn’t know I could reach.
I want it real. I want it raw. I want to sweat and moan and scream and hurt and come and I want it all with him. With Kellen, my husband. God, for once in my life, I want to feel something good.
I sit up and kiss him over my shoulder. I grind my hips with his cock deep inside and he teases my breasts and pulls my hair. “I want to fill you to the brim,” he whispers in my ear. “I want you to come as I fill you, my little wife.”
“Whatever you want,” I say, looking into his eyes.
And he takes me. Rough, without hesitation. This is what he’s been wanting this whole time and it’s heaven and it’s too much. He pulls my hair and I keep going, my pussy sliding along his shaft over and over again until he grips my hips and spanks me, spanks me as he fucks me, and that throws me over the edge. I come, and as I come, I feel him stiffen and fill me, his own orgasm spurting deep between my legs, and together we tumble into bliss.
I collapse onto the sheets and he wraps his arms around me. We’re panting and buzzing on endorphins.
“So that’s what everyone’s been talking about,” I say, flushed, sweating, exhausted—and happy, so fucking happy.
He laughs and gently kisses my neck. “I’m glad you’re not disappointed.”
“Disappointed? Are you kidding me? I want to do it again.”
“Easy, girl,” he says, biting my lip, then his eyebrows raise. “Or maybe not.”
I look down and sure enough—his cock is still mostly hard, and it’s not going away.
“Isn’t that supposed to—you know, get soft after?”
“Sometimes,” he concedes. “But sometimes it doesn’t.”
“And what does that mean?”
“It means—” He wraps a hand around my throat and kisses me. “You’re going to get your wish sooner than you expected.”
I moan as he kisses me and I know he’s going to take his time and drive me wild.