She stepped toward me, rage flashing on her face. “I don’t feel sorry for anyone but you.”

“Oh yeah?” I grunted. “I’ll kill for you, but I won’t play your games.”

“I’m not playin’ games, Ford.”

“You sure?”

She stepped up to me, anger rising even further, but I quickly grabbed her and pulled her against me. “Get off,” she said.

“We both want this,” I said.

“I thought you said you didn’t.”

“Marriage. That wasn’t something I ever dreamed of wantin’. But you, that’s something else.”

“Asshole. What’s the difference right now?”

I kissed her hard. She struggled for a second but quickly relaxed into it, kissing me back, throwing her whole body against mine.

I began to tear her clothes off, not thinking, not caring. She did the same for me, fumbling with my belt, whipping it off, yanking down my pants. In half a second I had my fingers on her soaking clit, stroking her long and slow.

She grabbed my cock and began to jerk me, running her hands along my length. I pulled her hair and she gasped, but I could see the anger was still in her eyes.

I kissed her neck and then pushed her onto the bed. She fell there, her hair spilling around her, and I roughly grabbed her hips, pulling her toward me. I pressed my face down between her legs and sucked her clit hard, licking it in slow circles. She groaned and pressed my head harder against her, working her hips.

She was being as rough as I was, and my cock was fucking bursting hard. I sucked and ate her with abandon, grabbing her hips hard, feeling her breasts, teasing her nipples. I pressed a finger deep inside her and began to work her like that, losing my anger in the sex, losing myself in her body.

It was fast and it was furious. Both of us were completely pent up, angry, confused, but most of all incredibly drawn to each other. I moved up, kissing her whole body, and then reached into my side dresser and grabbed a condom.

“I want to fuck you until you can’t think anymore,” I said to her as I ripped it open.

“Fuck you, Ford,” she said, grinning.

“That’s my wife,” I grunted, “ready to take my big cock.”

I rolled the condom down over my shaft.

“Stop talking and fuck me.”

I grinned, grabbed her hips, and pressed myself deep inside her.

She gasped. “Oh shit,” she said.

“Yeah, that’s what you want.”

“Fuck me, Ford. Fuck me hard.”

I began to thrust inside her, holding onto her hips, back on my knees. She grabbed her breasts as I slammed into her, fucking her without mercy, without thought. She was soaking wet, slick as fuck, and I slid deep into her without any resistance. She opened her legs wide for me, taking my thick cock, moaning loudly.

I began to roll my thumb along her clit as I fucked her, and I could tell it drove her wild. She was moaning loudly, not holding anything back. I watched as she reached up above her head, pressing her hands flat against the headboard, and used that to press herself back down against me.

I was savage as fuck, working her clit, fucking her pussy, thrusting hard and fast. It was dirty and rough, the way I liked it, as all our pent-up emotions spilled out through our bodies.

“Fuck me rough, Ford,” she moaned. “Fill me up. Fuck me hard.”

I growled and worked her mercilessly, fucking her deep, hard, thrusting my cock, filling her pussy. I felt her breasts and leaned forward, kissing her neck, biting her shoulder. She groaned, wrapping her legs around me, as I kept thrusting.

I pushed back and pull out. I grabbed her hips and pulled her up, turning her around.

“I’m going to fucking fill this pussy up,” I said. “I want you walking sideways for a week.”

“Come on,” she moaned. “Make me come. Fuck me.”

I grabbed her hips and pushed her face down. I loved seeing her ass up in the air, so I pressed my fingers deep inside her and fucked her like that. I wanted to tease her, have her on the edge. She moaned as I pulled her hair, fucking her with my fingers. Then I took my cock and pressed myself deep inside her, grabbing onto her hips.

“Oh my god, Ford,” she said as I began to fuck her hard. “Oh shit. Fuck me, you asshole,” she moaned.

“Yeah, take that cock,” I grunted. “Work those hips. Take it like the bad girl you are. You want this rough cock inside you.”

“Keep fucking me,” she moaned. “Slap my ass. Pull my hair. Take me.”

I did as instructed, relishing it. I slapped her ass hard, thrusting rough, fast. She moaned, working her hips, bucking back up against me. It was furious and intense. I pulled her hair and began to rub her clit with my other hand, working her.

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