Listen, bud, I’m not going to just let you boss me around like this!”
“Or what?” he challenges.
“Or I’m through with this whole thing, if you want someone to do these dishes you’re going to have to hire a maid. I quit!” I throw the wet towel in the sink.
“You quit?” he laughs. “Tsk, tsk, you can’t quit something you never started.”
“Shut up,” I mumble. I get down and dirty with the dishes. Putting every last disgusting plate in the dishwasher. Yes, I’m weird in my dislike of dishes. I’d told him, “I’ll take care of the house and kids you provide the money to live on.” It really wasn’t fair of me to get mad at him for simply reminding me that there were dirty dishes in the sink for the past two days, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t pout about it.
“You know, I don’t know why you married me. You knew I was horrible at being a housewife right from our first date,” I grumble. “I’m the weird, messy, artist type and I warned you.”
“Oh, I know why I married you,” He murmurs, his body is now pressed to mine and his hands reach around and cup my big breasts in brimming handfuls. He gives them a squeeze until he’s pinching my nipples in between his index fingers and thumbs. “You may suck at some of the housewife stuff. You may even find a way to mess up simple dishes like Mac and Cheese. But, darling, you’re an amazing wife.”
“And you think after all that complaining about how my job isn’t done, you get to just throw me on my back and have at it?” I whirl around in his arms, forcing him to stop the pleasurable things he’s doing to my breasts.
“Yes, I do,” he says.
“Jerkface,” I mutter again under my breath, but I don’t really mean it. When he bites at my neck I’m history. I lean against the counter and he lifts me up so I’m sitting on it with my legs wrapped around his waist. He continues to bite into my neck, his teeth graze just above my collar bone, then right below my chin.
“You’ve looked so cute all day in those jeans and baggy t-shirt,” He whispers
“Cute?” I giggle and then moan as he bites at me again. “Cute like a bunny?”
“Well, a bunny I’d like to fuck,” he gives a hoarse chuckle.
“That’s kind of messed up,” I moan and my head falls back. He’s the wolf. I’m the bunny. His prey. I feel so delicious at the moment with his strong arms holding me in place, keeping me from running. I love the way his thick dark brows arch and green eyes glint with lust. He lifts my shirt over my head and pulls me off the kitchen counter, carrying me with my legs still wrapped around him into our bedroom. Then he throws me on the bed and removes his shirt. I groan in appreciation and my pussy is dripping wet at the sight of his toned torso and pecs. He’s one of those guys that doesn’t need to work out to have muscle definition, it just happens naturally. Or maybe regularly fucking me is his work out? Either way, I can’t complain.
His chocolate-colored hair is getting a little overgrown and hangs a little bit in his eyes. I love the intensity he exudes.
“You’re so hot,” I mutter in accusation. “I’m going to cum the second you put that big cock of yours inside me.”
His dark wash jeans, which hang deliciously off of his narrow hips, have a very noticeable bulge in the crotch. He unbuttons them and I sit up on the bed and pull them with his sports briefs down. I kiss the head of his cock and then swirl my tongue around the ridge underneath the head.
He fists a hand full of my blonde hair in one hand. “Oh, baby, just like that. You want me to fuck you don’t you?”
“Yes,” I murmur and kiss the inside of his thigh and his scrotum. I wiggle my tongue around in his balls.
“Mm-mm,” he moans. He pushes me back on the bed though and starts kissing and nipping my breasts. I arch my back underneath him and my hips buckle upward. He pulls my panties off and one of his hands slides between my thighs. “You’re so wet.”
“Put your cock inside me,” I groan and my hips buckle again as his fingers tickle my clit.
“Beg me,” he growls and then bites into the side of my neck again. “I want you to beg me.”
“P-please, I w-want you in-inside m-m-me,” I stutter as his fingers tease me harder.
“I don’t believe you,” he taunts, plunging two fingers inside my vagina.
“Josh, you son-of-b****, put your cock inside me now!” I cry.
“That’s better,” he says and bites into the side of my neck hard while thrusting his erection inside me to the hilt and filling me to the edges of bliss.
“Oh, my—baby!” I exclaim. The adrenaline from the bite is making the pleasure all the more incredible. “Oh, harder, harder! Make me cum!”
I wrap my legs around him and meet him thrust for thrust. My orgasm is building up into what I know will be a shatter of intense pleasure. Just when I think I can’t hold it off any longer he teeth graze my neck again and I come undone, screaming, digging my nails into his back.
“You like that, huh? You, bad girl, I’m not going to let you stop,” he whispers in my ear darkly. He thrusts into me like a jackhammer, making my orgasm last longer and restart again and again.
“Oh, you’re gonna kill me!” I cry, but he’s relentless. “Oh, yeah, baby! Don’t stop! That’s so, sooooo good!”
“Oh, baby, you’re making me cum!” He cries and I buckle and groan as shots of his hot semen start to fill my insides. “Aw-w-w-yeah, oh sh*t, sh*t!”
We lay next to each other spent, both of us not saying anything, just basking in the afterglow of pleasure. I know I will have something to remember this session by for the next few days with the bite marks left on my neck, but I don’t care. I love him. I can’t resist him. I love him even when we fight and I know he loves me. We kiss each other on the lips and head to the bathroom to clean up.
“You’re a great wife,” he says hoarsely.
“Thanks, you’re a pretty great husband even if you make me incredibly annoyed sometimes,” I mutter giving him a shove.
“Or what?” he challenges.
“Or I’m through with this whole thing, if you want someone to do these dishes you’re going to have to hire a maid. I quit!” I throw the wet towel in the sink.
“You quit?” he laughs. “Tsk, tsk, you can’t quit something you never started.”
“Shut up,” I mumble. I get down and dirty with the dishes. Putting every last disgusting plate in the dishwasher. Yes, I’m weird in my dislike of dishes. I’d told him, “I’ll take care of the house and kids you provide the money to live on.” It really wasn’t fair of me to get mad at him for simply reminding me that there were dirty dishes in the sink for the past two days, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t pout about it.
“You know, I don’t know why you married me. You knew I was horrible at being a housewife right from our first date,” I grumble. “I’m the weird, messy, artist type and I warned you.”
“Oh, I know why I married you,” He murmurs, his body is now pressed to mine and his hands reach around and cup my big breasts in brimming handfuls. He gives them a squeeze until he’s pinching my nipples in between his index fingers and thumbs. “You may suck at some of the housewife stuff. You may even find a way to mess up simple dishes like Mac and Cheese. But, darling, you’re an amazing wife.”
“And you think after all that complaining about how my job isn’t done, you get to just throw me on my back and have at it?” I whirl around in his arms, forcing him to stop the pleasurable things he’s doing to my breasts.
“Yes, I do,” he says.
“Jerkface,” I mutter again under my breath, but I don’t really mean it. When he bites at my neck I’m history. I lean against the counter and he lifts me up so I’m sitting on it with my legs wrapped around his waist. He continues to bite into my neck, his teeth graze just above my collar bone, then right below my chin.
“You’ve looked so cute all day in those jeans and baggy t-shirt,” He whispers
“Cute?” I giggle and then moan as he bites at me again. “Cute like a bunny?”
“Well, a bunny I’d like to fuck,” he gives a hoarse chuckle.
“That’s kind of messed up,” I moan and my head falls back. He’s the wolf. I’m the bunny. His prey. I feel so delicious at the moment with his strong arms holding me in place, keeping me from running. I love the way his thick dark brows arch and green eyes glint with lust. He lifts my shirt over my head and pulls me off the kitchen counter, carrying me with my legs still wrapped around him into our bedroom. Then he throws me on the bed and removes his shirt. I groan in appreciation and my pussy is dripping wet at the sight of his toned torso and pecs. He’s one of those guys that doesn’t need to work out to have muscle definition, it just happens naturally. Or maybe regularly fucking me is his work out? Either way, I can’t complain.
His chocolate-colored hair is getting a little overgrown and hangs a little bit in his eyes. I love the intensity he exudes.
“You’re so hot,” I mutter in accusation. “I’m going to cum the second you put that big cock of yours inside me.”
His dark wash jeans, which hang deliciously off of his narrow hips, have a very noticeable bulge in the crotch. He unbuttons them and I sit up on the bed and pull them with his sports briefs down. I kiss the head of his cock and then swirl my tongue around the ridge underneath the head.
He fists a hand full of my blonde hair in one hand. “Oh, baby, just like that. You want me to fuck you don’t you?”
“Yes,” I murmur and kiss the inside of his thigh and his scrotum. I wiggle my tongue around in his balls.
“Mm-mm,” he moans. He pushes me back on the bed though and starts kissing and nipping my breasts. I arch my back underneath him and my hips buckle upward. He pulls my panties off and one of his hands slides between my thighs. “You’re so wet.”
“Put your cock inside me,” I groan and my hips buckle again as his fingers tickle my clit.
“Beg me,” he growls and then bites into the side of my neck again. “I want you to beg me.”
“P-please, I w-want you in-inside m-m-me,” I stutter as his fingers tease me harder.
“I don’t believe you,” he taunts, plunging two fingers inside my vagina.
“Josh, you son-of-b****, put your cock inside me now!” I cry.
“That’s better,” he says and bites into the side of my neck hard while thrusting his erection inside me to the hilt and filling me to the edges of bliss.
“Oh, my—baby!” I exclaim. The adrenaline from the bite is making the pleasure all the more incredible. “Oh, harder, harder! Make me cum!”
I wrap my legs around him and meet him thrust for thrust. My orgasm is building up into what I know will be a shatter of intense pleasure. Just when I think I can’t hold it off any longer he teeth graze my neck again and I come undone, screaming, digging my nails into his back.
“You like that, huh? You, bad girl, I’m not going to let you stop,” he whispers in my ear darkly. He thrusts into me like a jackhammer, making my orgasm last longer and restart again and again.
“Oh, you’re gonna kill me!” I cry, but he’s relentless. “Oh, yeah, baby! Don’t stop! That’s so, sooooo good!”
“Oh, baby, you’re making me cum!” He cries and I buckle and groan as shots of his hot semen start to fill my insides. “Aw-w-w-yeah, oh sh*t, sh*t!”
We lay next to each other spent, both of us not saying anything, just basking in the afterglow of pleasure. I know I will have something to remember this session by for the next few days with the bite marks left on my neck, but I don’t care. I love him. I can’t resist him. I love him even when we fight and I know he loves me. We kiss each other on the lips and head to the bathroom to clean up.
“You’re a great wife,” he says hoarsely.
“Thanks, you’re a pretty great husband even if you make me incredibly annoyed sometimes,” I mutter giving him a shove.
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