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her legs still spread wide. His gaze locked on the pink
flesh of his wife’s pussy, and he licked his lips, savoring the lingering
taste. The evidence of her arousal had wet her inner thighs, and he watched as
her vagina contracted as if clenching around an invisible cock.
    With a rough jerk, he pushed the orange jumpsuit down enough
so his aching erection and tight balls were free. Normally he would be gentle
with Mary in this position, knowing the depth and angle of being fucked doggy
style took a bit of getting used to. But not today. Today she wanted it rough,
and he would do whatever he could to make her happy.
    Truth be told, he found himself becoming more and more
aroused by her submission, something he didn’t think he would like. Then again,
when he’d thought of a submissive before he’d always pictured some weak, abused
woman being forced to do things. This situation couldn’t be any further from
that. He loved and cherished Mary and she was a very strong woman who didn’t
take any shit from anyone. If at any time he did something she really hated he
had no fear that she would let him know.
    Right in front of him he had physical proof how much she was
enjoying this in the slickness of her release glistening on her thighs and the
erotic way she kept arching her back and sticking her butt out at him. He might
not be a sex doctor, but he knew a turned-on woman when he saw one and his wife
was silently begging for his dick.
    Using one hand to guide himself, he rubbed the head of his
cock against her slick entrance and bit back a low groan. To him, she felt
hotter, wetter than he’d ever felt before. With the tip of his cock pressing
against her, he gripped her hips with both hands and shoved in, hard.
    Her high scream startled some birds from the trees around
them. She arched her back and shuddered, her inner muscles gripping his dick
like a slick fist.
    “So fucking tight.” He slipped a hand around her waist and
patted her mound, making sure each light slap hit her clit. “Good girl. Look at
you wiggling your ass against me. You love my big dick in your pussy.”
    “Please, stop. Let me go. I don’t like this.” Even as she
said the words, her hips flexed against him, drawing him even deeper into her
body.
    “I don’t think so.” He chuckled and withdrew in a slow
slide. “I’m going to fill you full of cum.”
    “And then let me go?” she asked in a breathless voice.
    Holding still became a battle of his resolve as she
continued to work herself against him with little wiggles. “Not even close.”
    The erect bump of her clit brushed the pad of his finger
with each squirm. He had to admit, seeing her in her old cheerleading outfit
really turned him on. He was surprised to find that playing the role of
kidnapper brought out something dark in his psyche, and he loved how Mary was
responding. The thought of pushing her further, of making her his willing
slave, sent a pulse of ball-tightening need through his body.
    To distract himself from coming too soon, he set an easy
pace. Thrust and withdraw, pinch her clit. Each pinch earned him a yelp
followed by a moan. Soon enough Mary’s legs began to shake, a sure sign of her
impending orgasm. He took his hand away from her clit and she whimpered.
    He leaned forward and whispered against the side of her
neck, “What, you want me to keep stroking that naughty little cunt?”
    She tried to turn her face away but met his thrusts with
enough force that her bottom jiggled enticingly against him. He picked up the
pace, sliding in and out of her well-lubricated sheath, each movement bringing
him closer and closer to his own orgasm. Sweat rolled down his chest, and he
threw his head back as the pleasure, the need to spill his seed inside her,
became the only thing that mattered in the whole world.
    Their hips met with a loud slap as he stopped holding back
and used his leg muscles to really drive into her. He was so close to going
over, the burn in the base of