My hope soared when his fingers loosened and I scrambled backward on all fours away from him. He recovered quickly and within seconds had me pinned on the hall floor.

He shoved himself inside my body unceremoniously. The unexpected intrusion had me crying out in pain. He was so large that my body struggled to accommodate both his size and girth.

Oh God. This was really happening.

Isn’t this what you wanted with your sexy pool boy? My brain taunted me.

It was what I wanted, but I wanted it on my own terms.

I whimpered when he pulled back and slammed home again with more force than I had ever been taken with before. My body protested through the first few thrusts. With each one, my muscles loosened up and my nerve endings began to sing in pleasure. I was horrified with my reaction to something so brutal and wrong.

He grunted in my ear over and over again as he thrust into my body. His hands were like iron vices keeping mine locked on the side of my head.

His hot breath panted against the skin of my neck and I shivered uncontrollably.

“All your little shows. Thought you could tease a man like me. Now you know you can’t tease. A. Man. Like. Me.” He punctuated each word with a brutal pound of his hips. “Thought about taking you that first day.” More thrusts. More grunts. “Almost fucked you and your friend.”

“God,” I cried out when my pussy started clenching around him in preparation for an unwanted but undeniable earth shattering orgasm.

“Such a tight, fucking cunt. Come on me. Now,” he demanded, his punishing rhythm never waning.

I couldn’t help it. Between his large, hard as steel dick and the sexual foreplay that had been building, coupled with his dirty, filthy words, I had no choice. My body went past the brink and convulsed under his with an orgasm that rivaled all other orgasms.

Nonsensical words flew out of my mouth, and my legs clamped on his hips. My head flew back against the hardwood, my pussy squeezing his dick for all it was worth.

After several more thrusts, and with a rough grunt and a sigh in my ear, his body shuddered. His hips pounded into me one last time as he spilled himself deep inside me.

His fingers gripped my chin roughly as he forced my head forward so I was looking at him.

“That was so good, baby.”

Tears continued to leak out from my eyes, and I struggled with coming to terms with all that just happened.

“Don’t cry. You know you wanted it as much as I did.” He pulled out and stumbled to my room to find his clothes, leaving me prostrate on the hallway floor thoroughly defiled.

FIVE

My heart rate returned to normal and the hiccups from crying had subsided. I peeled myself off the floor and gingerly rose to my feet. My muscles protested and my wrist felt sore from the way I landed on it earlier.

With stiff legs, I walked into my bedroom and found him lying in the middle of the bed with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“You just left me there on the floor,” I snapped at him as I walked into the bathroom. Cleaning up and splashing water on my face, I stomped back into the bedroom and dug through my drawer for a new nightgown.

“How can you be so uptight after coming so hard I thought you were going to squeeze the life out of my cock?” he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

I slipped the silky garment over my head and let it settle around my hips before answering. “I’m mad because you left me lying on the floor. You twisted my wrist and hurt my back fucking me on the floor.”

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” he said with a shrug.

“It wasn’t what we discussed,” I reminded him. “And you didn’t squeeze my throat. I told you that was what I wanted.”

He gave me an endearing grin and rose from the bed. When he stood before me he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me flush with his warm, hard body.

“Don’t be mad,” he coaxed.

My anger had already begun to recede when he enveloped me with his body. It completely melted with the soft, tender kisses he placed down my jawline and neck. I had the hardest time staying mad at him.

“Aside from the aches and pains, and your non-lack of oxygen, was it everything you wanted?” he asked with that low tone that made my skin tingle.

“All that and more,” I assured him and tilted my head to the side so he had better access to my neck. Being taken against my will far exceeded my expectations.

“Next time, it’s my turn to find a woman to fuck while you watch,” he murmured against my skin. “For as much as I loved watching you with Becky, I prefer to be watched.”

“I know,” I whispered. I couldn’t wait to see what kind of scenario he came up with. There was something darkly exciting about seeing his cock slick with another woman’s juices. Watching it disappear inside a tight little cunt. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’m thinking babysitter. I’ve always had this fantasy where we come home and find her masturbating. Then you watch as I fuck her.”

“Can I fuck myself while I watch?” God, he was turning me on again. I really hoped it would always stay this way between the two of us. Even after five years of marriage, we couldn’t get enough of each other and we kept pushing our limits in an effort to maximize our pleasure.

“I’d be upset if you didn’t. Then maybe I’ll lay her down on top of you, line your pussies up, and take turns fucking the two of you. I can just see your hands on her tits as they bounce with each thrust of my cock.” He rubbed his thickening cock against my thigh and I shuddered.

“After that pounding, I don’t think my pussy can take anymore tonight,” I warned him when his breathing started to get labored.

“Then on your knees.” He lowered me to the rug and waited for me to open my mouth. Guiding himself between my lips, he began pulling out and pushing in with a slow, tedious pace.

“Your mouth is so good,” he praised. His hands threaded in my hair to guide my movements.

I left my hands behind my back the way he liked, while he fucked my mouth, slowly at first and then with a reckless abandon that would have had me gagging if it weren’t for the fact that I was used to it by now.

With a hoarse shout, he came. His salty cum slid over my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed all of him, licking his cock afterward like a popsicle.

Both of us sated from the activities of the night, I climbed into bed, my hot pool boy spooned up behind me. His hand rested on my breast as he pulled me tighter against his body.

“Night, Emily,” he murmured and placed a kiss behind me ear.

“Night, Jay.”

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Aurora James

Copyright © 2015 Jessica Ingro

The lipstick glided across my lips, a bold streak of red against my creamy white skin. Pressing my lips together, a vixen stared back from the mirror—a stark contrast to what I considered the real me.

Studying myself in the floor-length mirror pinned behind my bedroom door, I decided I was a walking contradiction.

More makeup than I usually wore was painted on my face—a mask to hide my fear and vulnerability.

Your face is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, my husband always used to say.

My long chestnut brown hair was teased and pinned to the side, a curtain falling over my left shoulder and curling around my breast.

Knockout hair, he also used to say. Of course that was before… nope, not going to go there.

The black dress that covered my body was probably the only nice stitch of clothing I still owned. It hugged my breasts and showcased my cleavage enticingly, while the hem fell just above my knees. It was slightly looser around the hips and waist than it once was, but there was nothing I could do about that now.