“Now,” he grunts into my ear as he yanks the belt off and
throws it to the floor.
Without
warning he rams me to the hilt, smashing me against the granite countertop,
knocking the wind from my lungs.
“Are you
going to let him fuck you?” he asks, pounding into me again and again, grabbing
my hair to gain as much traction as possible.
I nod my
head because I can’t manage to speak or contain the squeals of delight each
time he crashes on top of me. This is why
I married you, sir. Night and day at all hours, you do the things I need.
Loud staccato grunts
pull me from my mind and he explodes inside me with ferocity, gripping my
shoulders so tightly his fingertips turn white with the effort.
“Are
you trying to get me with child?” I say, smiling as he lays on me, panting and
shaking.
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