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Status: Finished  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

I love the way my husband knows how to take what he wants... when I let him...

He’s my man – rich in suede, in his mid-thirties, good shape, muscles, stubble, rough skin ‘cause he chooses to work with hands on weekends. Things around the house: the sink, the pipes, my body; things around the yard: the tool room, and the bushes. He’s my husband. I married him five years ago. I’m twenty-seven now, and I damn sure know how to work him.

What do I want this time? New heels. They cost a lot, too much for me, but not for him. I could just ask, but I like to work for it.

I’m wearing my red heals, standing there, waiting in the living room. They’re all I’ve got on… and a robe.

He walks in through the door, his suit coat hanging off his arm. His briefcase in one hand, and his phone to his ear, taking care of business. He waves to me and smiles. I love watching him, so unsuspecting…

He sets his briefcase on the floor.

I undo my robe and let it slide off me, off my curves, and it hits the ground.

He gawks at my naked body. My nipples harden in the excitement; the small hairs on my skin stand on edge. My face is flushed, and I can’t help but smirk when I run my hands over my legs.

“I’ll call you back,” he says to his coworker. He hangs the phone up before the coworker can respond. He sets his phone of the floor, too. He starts undoing his tie. “God damn, baby,” he breathes. “This is the best welcome home I’ve ever gotten.”

“I thought you might like it,” I say.

He walks forward. I glance at his crotch – a growing bulge. (He’s got a bid dick – can’t hide it.)

I back away from him, towards the couch. “Like what you see?” I ask him.

He nods and licks his lips, like a wolf looking at prey. I fucking love it – that hunger in his eyes. His pulse quickening. That animal lust overriding him, practically bursting through his suit. He’s drooling for me.

I turn around and take sultry steps to the couch, letting my hips sway proudly with every step.

“Oh God, baby, that’s nice,” he moans.

I turn my head and see him taking off his tie. He starts undoing his shirt.

I reach the couch. I get onto it, on my knees. I turn my head around. I grab my own ass. “You want it?”

“Fuck yes,” he says.

“Not so fast,” I say to him. “I’m not ready for you, yet.”

I lean forward onto the back of the couch. I spread my legs and arch my back, showing both of my holes to him. I hear him grunt. I turn around. His shirt is off – six pack stomach, chiseled – he’s undoing his belt. There’s a tent in his pants at the crotch.

I reach in between my legs and start rubbing my pussy. I’m fucking wet, ‘cause I love to fucking tease him. My clit is swollen with the thrill of exposing myself completely to him, but keeping him back.

“Can I have it?” he asks me.

“No,” I say. “Not yet.”

I put two fingers in between my lips and push inside. I moan a little, and I can feel my pussy squeeze, asking for his manhood inside me. I arch my back further and push back – my ass cheeks spread further apart.

“Oh yes,” he moans. “I want it. I fucking want it.”

I turn my head.

He’s taken off his pants. He’s naked, there on his knees, begging for my ass and my cunt. His cock is swollen, sticking forward, pointing towards me. It’s like it has a mind of its own, howling because it wants to be inside me – to destroy me. He licks his lips again. He’s breathing heavily. There’s hardly any man left in his eyes that  I can see – only beast, drenched in ravaging testosterone.

I want him. I want him bad. I bite my lip, staring at his pulsing cock.

“Do you want it?” I ask again.

He nods. “Please,” he says. “Please let me fuck you, baby. I need it. I fucking need it.”

Finally it’s enough. “Take me,” I whisper.

He moves forward on his knees and comes up behind me, his face level with my backside. He puts his hands on my calves, then slides them up to my thighs. He’s holding himself back, savoring the moment, savoring me. This only heightens the rush I feel going through my body.

I feel him bite my ass cheek, soft at first, then another much harder that makes me gasp.

“Did that hurt?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say softly.

“Good.” He bites me again. I groan this time. The pain is pleasure.

He spanks me, a short slap that sends a jolt through me. I let out a small squeal. He spanks me harder, a greater jolt that I feel even in my pussy.

“Oh yes,” I whisper. “Take me. Take my ass.”

Submitted: September 19, 2014

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