The Way We Like It
Fast, rough, hard. That’s how my husband and I always fuck. Of course, slow, gentle, and soft have their place, but they can’t hold their own against a great, rough, hair-pulling, ass-smacking round of fucking.
He never enters me very slowly when we’re doing it this way, and yet I’m always wet enough, always ready. All it takes is the right touch, the right words, and then I’m wet as hell, ready to beg him to enter me. Sometimes, yes, I will beg, and he loves when I do, just eats it up like it’s the sweetest candy ever, and then sometimes I’ll swallow his dick, taking it down my throat with ease, and it goes down smoother than the most expensive brandy you can buy.
Fast, rough, and hard. That’s how we’re doing it tonight. Yes, we ate a fancy dinner in a fancy restaurant tonight, acted like normal, level-headed adults while we drank our wine and ate our steaks. But once home, he slammed me against our kitchen door. He pressed his lips to mine, and cupped my crotch, my cunt already hot and ready, just from the impact of the wall and the impact of his lips, both hard and mean as they touch my flesh.
I wasn’t wearing much “ it was a warm summer night when we went out “ but now, now I’m wearing less, my panties on the floor in a shredded heap, another pair to be replaced. Oh well, it’s not like good things don’t have their costs. But I’m not thinking about how much those panties cost, how many hours of work I’ll have to do to earn enough for another pair. No, right now I’m only thinking about his dick, and about how long I’ll have to wait until it’s inside me. Not long, I hope, and no, I don’t have to wait long at all, because now his pants are unzipped, and his cock is free, and then, moments later, it’s entering me, not inch by inch, not slowly, no “ the whole thing is shoved into me in one quick thrust. But I’m ready for it “ more than ready for it. And it feels, well, amazing, and I am in awe of the power he holds over me “ with it comes the fulfillment of my needs, my lusts, my hungers, all of which are being sated right now, as my man thrusts into me, his breath hot and humid against my ear.
“I’m coming, coming¦now! he tells me, his voice low and controlled, his orgasm anything but. And yes, he does come “ he is coming “ and I find I am too, my body completely tense and utterly relaxed all at once.
And then we stop, catch our breath, smile at each other.
“I love you, you know, he says, a shy grin on his face.
“I know, I say, and I peck him on the cheek. “Now, I hope I still have one pair of panties left.
He laughs. “I’ll get you some new ones soon.