My Curvy Belle

He took his hand away and pushed me forward to lean my hands against the wall and before I could say what’s going on, he was inside me.

It felt like a hot poker had been stuffed up my ass and I cried out from the surprise of suddenly having him there. I didn’t even have time to build towards the much needed orgasm again. He fucked me hard and rough before pulling out and turning me around by my hair.

I was on my knees in front of him with his cock poking at my lips. I gave him a dirty look but he just lifted his brow at me and I opened my mouth like the obedient little woman he’d turned me into.

I sucked him off until he came in my mouth and swallowed his cum appreciatively. I’d grown to love, even crave the taste of him. I smacked my lips and looked up at him with what I was sure had to be a pitiful look. The fiend turned and left.

“Don’t touch yourself Belle.” Well damn, he’d just cut off my only route to fulfillment. I finished my shower, cursing him in my mind as my body, instead of cooling down, only seemed to get hotter.

For once I wish I had the nerve to disobey him, to push him to the limit and see what he’d do. But each time I came close I always pulled back. Sometimes I think he wants me to.

I left the shower with my ass hurting even more than it did when I went in. My nipples were so sensitive that I couldn’t even dry them and forget about between my legs.

I left the bathroom in the short robe I’d left hanging behind the door before I went on my trip, hoping that maybe he would get over his mad and put me out of my misery.

He never could resist me in this robe and I had some other tricks up my sleeve just in case he proves difficult. Either way, come hell or high water, he’s going to put out this itch before the night is over. Damn my ass hurt.

Logan

“Why the fuck are you walking like John Wayne?” Pitiful! Don’t laugh Logan this crazy bitch will scalp your ass. It was close but I held it in.

I know how she gets when I push her too far. The demure society princess turns into a hellcat when she’s sexually frustrated. If I wasn’t so mad at her this shit would be funny.

I knew when she came out of the bathroom in that robe what her game was. She thinks she knows me so well, thinks that because she has me wrapped around her little finger that she can get away with shit.

I lounged back on he bed with my hands behind my head and watched her wiggle her ass across the room. Next she’ll bend over to pick some imaginary thing up off the floor and show me her bare pink pussy.

If that doesn’t work she’d use her whiny voice to get what she wants. Just as I thought I looked over to see her pussy peeping out at me through her legs. I pretended not to see shit. “Logan?”

“Yeah!” That’s supposed to tell me how serious she is, her using my name. The kink doesn’t cross certain lines. When my woman has something to tell me I listen.

But I knew she was just playing me, so decided to play along. “I don’t think you’re being fair.” Is that how she plans on winning this round? I could’ve told her to quit while she was ahead.

I’d watched the video on her iPad and seen enough that she should be getting an ass whipping. Though she’d told me the truth about what happened that night, seeing that shit with my own two eyes had only pissed me off farther.

The dude had rubbed his dick in her face for a good few seconds before she called a halt and he moved on to someone else. I didn’t answer her and she just kept digging. I listened to all she had to say without uttering a word. “You disrespected me.” That’s all I had to say, it was all that was needed.

For the rest of the week leading up to our wedding here was a cold distance between us. She’s allowed to have her own feelings about things and I guess she was sticking to her belief that she’d done no wrong.

No matter how pissed she’d decided to be, I still fucked her at night when we climbed into bed. I still didn’t let her cum though. I’d left her high and dry before out of spite. Her ass needs to apologize.

Neither one of us were going to relent it seems. Which was funny as hell, because we were together on everything else outside of bed. There were last minute wedding plans that had to be taken care of.