Rough Sex
18+ for sexual content
He slowly pushed his fork around his plate, not eating. He hadn't even taken a bite. Well, neither had I. I had been wathing him.
"It'll get cold," I spoke up in a monotanous tone. "You should eat."
"You haven't touched your food yet either," he pointed out in a rather rude voice. "Don't be such a hypocrite, Kath."
"James, stop. It's just a petty meal."
"No," he slammed his fork down. "It is more than that. You contradict me about everything, and we always get into a fight, and then we hug and you kiss me and we make up and then go to bed. But the next morning you'll point out a new flaw," he stood up. "A new imperfection."
I stood up and followed him. "James, I do not do that. I wouldn't ever."
"Kath, you know you're lying, right?"
"James, stop!" Tears welled up in my eyes. "I love you, really; you should know that!"
He glared at me and walked towards me; I backed up until I hit a wall. Our bodies were almost touching.
"Them prove it."
He took my head in his hands, palms on my jaw, and pushed my lips into his. I clutched the back of his head, pushing it towards me, grinding my hips into his, running my hand through his dark brown hair.
Lips moving like clockwork-very fast clockwork- we did what we knew to do. We had done this before. He thrust his tongue in and played with mine before pulling away. Still unsatisfied.
In a fraction if a second my shirt was gone, and not a moment later, my breasts sat bare, full, a C cup. He lowered himself and began to tease me, biting and sucking my nipples, digging his nails into my shoulder as he pulled himself closer.
He pushed my head down and I immediately went to my knees, knowing it was my turn to do the pleasuring know. I fumbled with his belt buckle, getting his jeans undone, tight against his erection, and sliding them past his ankles, then his boxers down also.
"Suck, bitch."
I plunged right in, taking the full cock in my mouth, feeling it rub the back of my throat, almost not able to take it all. In and out, faster than I was used to. He jerked my head back and forth and teased my breasts some more with his free hand.
He let out a pleasured moan and pulled my head out, letting go. He kicked away his clothing, fully and completely bare now, and set me on the couch. My skinny jeans and panties disapeared in a flash.
"Get on your hands and knees," he forcefully instructed. "Now lower your hips and keep your ass up."
I moaned gleefully as his erect cock entered my wet pussy, gleaming with juices. He thrust in and out of me, fucking me like a dog. "James," I half moaned, half sighed out. "Oh God yes, James, take me!"
He slapped my ass. "Who's your daddy?"
"James is my daddy," I moaned through ecstasy.
He spanked me again, harder, and I squealed in pain. "Bitch," he groaned, picking up speed. "I asked you a question and I want to hear the answer. Loud and clear. Who's your daddy?"
He slapped me again, my skin turning a pinkish tone. "James is, James is my daddy!"
"Ahh!" I moaned out loudly as James smacked my ass again and again, now bright red.
"Who's your daddy, bitch? Who's your master, you little whore? Who's slave are you?" His thrusts became harder as I came closer to orgasm. He shoved me off my hands and pulled them behind my back, grabbing them.
"You are my daddy!" I yelled, moaning, breathing hard, and slightly muffled through the couch cushion. "You are my master James, and I am your slave!"
He smacked my ass again, and used one hand to grip my neck. He thrusted himself inside me harder, faster, deeper, and I knew I had to cum. "Bitch, you like this don't you? You fucking little whore, you just love getting pounded with dick, don't you, you cunt?"
He moaned very loudly and I screamed as we both orgasmed and collapsed into a heap of sweat and cum, breathing heavily and still moaning.
He stood up and smacked me one last time.
"Bitch."
