“He wants to fuck me up the ass,” she said, lying in my bed. We had fucked for a half hour and were staring out at the city with smiles on our faces.
“Don’t tell me that,” I moaned, my hand sliding down her back. “Are you going to let him?”
“Why shouldn’t I tell you that? What do you care what my husband wants?”
Her ass was smooth and hard at the same time, and I pressed my fingers into her skin. Her hair lay down her back, splayed out like an autumn afternoon, decorating her in red. God, please let her say she’s going to do it. Please let her tell me she’s going to let him.
“Are you going to?” I finally asked, choking on the words as they slipped out, trying to give nothing away.
“Probably not. It just doesn’t feel like our thing,” she said.
“Oh fuck,” I said, rolling onto my back and looking up at the ceiling.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked, poking me in the chest with a long finger.
“This,” I said, turning back and grabbing her left ass cheek in one hand. “This perfect little tush is what’s wrong with me.”
“Fuck, does that mean…” She said, recognition splashed across her face. She nestled her head down into the pillow, her mouth covered as she wiggled on the bed.
“Yes,” I said, rolling on top of her, my cock hard once more and pressed between the cheeks of her ass. I pushed harder against her as I pulled her hair and kissed her neck.
“What do you want? What does it mean?” she moaned, arching her back up to me.
“You know what I want. You knew it before you said a word. And you knew that you wouldn’t say no to me, didn’t you? Maybe him, but never me.”
“Yes,” she moaned again. “Just say it. Please say it.”
“I’m going to fuck you,” I growled, pushing harder against her. “I’m going to fuck your ass so goddamned hard you won’t be able to think. I’m going to make you beg for it, and cry for it until you can’t stand it any longer, and then I’m going to fuck you again. You’re going to come so hard with my cock inside you, with my cock buried in your tight little ass, and when we’re done you’ll make me promise to do it again.”
“Oh fuck,” she screamed, opening her legs wider with each moan. “I hate you.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I whispered, my lips just brushing her ear.
“No,” she moaned, lifting her hips off the bed. “Please God, no.”