The Convenient Wife

Bolt rocks his hips, and for the first time I get a taste of how big his cock actually is. A sliver of fear shoots through me, unsure if I’d be able to take all of him. With one rub of his hard cock against my ass, that fear morphs into desire, a desire that sits in my gut, heating my core.

Fuck me.

Grunting in my ear, he squeezes my nipple through the dress and pinches it tight. “Fuck, I’ve thought about this since the day you walked into my office.”

“Yeah? You’ve wanted this?” My hips sway back and forth as I reach my hand up around his neck. Digging my fingers into his hair, I rake his scalp. “You’ve thought about fucking me?”

“I’ve thought about fucking you a million different times, in a million different ways.” His hand palms my mound and squeezes firmly. “I’ve thought about fucking you until your legs are numb and you can’t think straight.” His lips nip my throat. “I’ve thought about fucking you until you come so hard you lose your mind.” Lips turn to teeth, biting my ear lobe. “Now, I’m not just thinking it, I am going to fuck you.”

Groaning, his mouth moves across my cheek as his hand turns my face and he kisses me hard, full of power and strength. Fisting my hair, he tugs my head back, allowing him to kiss me deeper.

Rubbing my ass against his cock, I can feel how turned on he is. Knowing that I’m doing this to him, that it’s me causing his cock to get rock hard, it makes me wet, it makes me want him more.

“How about you stop talking about it…” Speaking into the kiss, my words are built off nothing but air. “And fuck me already.”

“Uh, uh, you don’t give the orders.” Pressing his palm against my shoulder blade, he bends me over the bed with ease. “I do.” Wild fingers tear at my dress, yanking the skirt up over my ass.

“Is that right?”

“That’s right, and now I want you to beg, beg me to fuck you.” Bolt slips his finger up the center of my pussy, and my legs give beneath me. His strong arms hold me up, keeping me from dropping to the floor. “You like that.” He sounds pleased with himself, I can hear the smile in his words. “Tell me how badly you want to feel me inside you.” Pushing my panties to the side, his finger slides inside me easily.

His thumb circles my clit, causing another wave of goosebumps. My muscles quiver, and I moan loudly as I clutch the blanket.

“I want you in me,” I mutter the words, unable to think straight. I don’t feel like myself, I feel crazed, incapable of doing anything until I get what I need.

Pleasure.

Release.

Complete freedom from this ache between my legs.

I need Bolt.

His finger dips in and out, faster and faster as he reaches around and grips my tit. “I don’t believe you.” Bolt leans forward, turning one finger into two. Curling his fingers in deep, he hits this spot inside my pussy that makes me cry out and my knees buckle.

Inhaling a jagged breath, I moan loudly as I grind my hips down onto his fingers. “Bolt,” I utter his name, but I’m not sure he hears me.

His hand moves quickly, and then it’s gone. His weight shifts away and I’m left feeling empty, like I woke up from a sexy dream and none of it was real to begin with.

In a delirious haze, I start to lift my head off the bed, wondering where he went. From over my shoulder, the sound of plastic crinkles in the air, and the tear of a wrapper grabs my attention.

“Looking for me?” he asks, his voice throaty and raspy. His fingers curl around my hips, digging in tightly. Pressing the tip of his cock against my entrance, he leans forward and whispers into my ear. “One more time, let me hear you beg me to fuck you.”

“Fuck me, Bolt, fuck me before I lose my damn mind.” Jerking my hips, I force the very tip of his dick inside. “Fuck me.”

“That’s better, now you get your angel’s share.” With one firm thrust, Bolt buries his cock up to the base, stretching my walls.

His cock is huge, hard, and hitting me so deep I can feel him in my lower belly. Dropping my head onto the bed, Bolt presses a hand between my shoulder blades and holds my hips so I can’t move.

Grunts and groans are coming from both of us. It’s hard to tell who’s making which sound. We’re both loud air, muffled groans, soft moans, raspy gasps. My head is buzzing as everything around me goes quiet. All I can hear is my heart pounding in my chest.

Sweat is beading up on my back, dripping down off my shoulders and soaking into the bed. I can feel the orgasm as it starts to bubble, coiling like thick bands around my belly.