Bossed Around
Again, her intimate muscles ripple around mine, milking the throbbing length of me—and I know what she wants. Know why she’s driven me to this point. She wants me to snap. “You wouldn’t do that, would you?” Her teeth rake my neck. “Make me pay for making your cock so stiff and angry?”
I groan like an animal, pumping deep and holding. My wife never says cock. She rarely curses at all. Hearing the coarser language from her mouth makes me even more horny. More desperate to hear the slap of sex into sex, to feel the mounting tension in my balls as I thrust. “I might make ye pay,” I whisper, unevenly, through my teeth. “Might have tae.”
“No,” she whines, pushing at my shoulders.
Teasing me. Playing a game I have no choice but to win or the pain will persist.
“Yes,” I growl, giving her a rough slam of my hips. A filthy grind while I look her right in the eye. While she sobs my name, her pussy growing sopping wet around me. “You just remember I worship you while I’m doing it. That I’ll love you until I die.”
Her breath stutters, her eyes packed full of emotion. “You remember that I ache day and night for you,” she whispers, writhing side to side on my cock, her feet dangling high above the earth. “That I love you so much, I’m on the edge of shattering all the time.”
We groan into a kiss that is frantic, almost delirious in its arousal. And I give in to instinct, throwing her down on the soft forest floor of grass and fallen leaves, pinning her underneath me, her wrists held down, letting her feel the wrath of my hunger. Fucking her like a furious beast, bucking, knees buried in the earth, my tongue in her mewling little mouth.
“Did you want to feel yourself getting pregnant this time, lass? There’s enough come in here to swell your womb ten times,” I grind out, wrapping a hand around her throat, looking her square in the eye while my seed erupts, filling her to the brim and spilling over. Holding her throat and making her watch me come apart, my cock jerking in her tight channel, heart exploding in my chest as we write another chapter of a book I never thought I’d be lucky enough to write. “Take me in and make me a daddy again, wife.” She tilts her hips and moans, flexing around me. “Good girl, so hot for breeding.”
“I love you,” she gasps.
“My heart,” I breathe jaggedly, burying my face in her neck. “I love you, too.”
When I’m spent, I fall on her, and although tears of emotion leak from her eyes, she laughs, throwing her arms around my neck, kissing me passionately. And we make love again, slower this time, in the grass, finally home.
THE END