Page 165 of Brutal Collateral

Sex in general with her blows away my past. She did that seven years ago, taking me like no other woman had. She fucked me boundless and unafraid, matching me thrust for thrust. Not shy about grunting and openly chasing her orgasms, telling me to fuck her harder.

Who does that?

This one does.My wife.

I thrust all the way into her tight asshole, breaking down her walls and finding out just how much she loves the brutal side of me.

“Oh God,” she yelps, sitting up on her forearms now, pushing back to feel more.

I grip her hips with sticky hands and hammer into her. She’s silky and tight at the same maddening time. I keep pumping, our eyes locking.

“You feel so fucking good.” I break first. “I knew you’d take my cock in your ass like this.”

“Don’t...stop.” Her head hangs between her shoulders.

She looks lost in pleasure, her voice close to sobbing. I can’t tell if it’s all too much for her. She’s so damn stubborn and will take me inch for painful inch just to make a point that she’s tough.

I’m reaching my limit, not sure if I can hold on. Or how much more I can take. In every fucking sense of the word when it comes to this woman.

“Rub your drenched clit. Make yourself come. I’m close.” I fuck her ass harder and faster, revving up for a fall over the edge that might kill me.

She cries out strangled whimpers of pleasure that are not helping my stamina. “God, I’m so wet.”

“This is one fucking mess, we’re making,” I moan while fucking her to the hilt and on an angle that is criminally deep.

I give her long strokes out and brutal thrusts in that fill her ass and make her scream into the sofa cushion. But she’s enjoying it, rubbing her swollen dripping clit, chasing her orgasm.

My head falls back when her ass contracts along with her pussy. Her walls pulse around my cock as her entire body trembles. More juices gush all over my legs.

My world tilts, and I fall over the edge. Greedy for one last blast, I sink deeper, pushing the limit until my release crashes into me like I’ve been slammed against a wall going one hundred miles an hour.

“Christ, it’s so good.” I come inside her ass, my cock filling her with my cum.

Breathless, I drop against her back, holding her waist.

I did this to break her, but she fucking broke me. I’m done. Hooked. She’s not leaving me. I won’t let her. Iwillbuild a cage if I have to, to keep her. Tie her up and fuck her every day until she gets the message.

She. Is. Mine.

“Fuck, that was intense,” I pant in her ear. “You were perfect, my love.”

I don’t care if my wife knows I love her. I’m tired of pretending I don’t.

I pull her chin toward me so I can kiss her. As I’m pulling out, she lets go of a long slow moan.

“Did I hurt you?” I stammer.

“Heh,” she cackles, trying to compose herself. “Not even close.”

“I guess next time I’ll have to go at you harder.” I flip her over, her dress a mess of silk between us. “I’ll fuck you like this, so I can watch your eyes roll in the back of your head.”

She locks her wrists around my neck and gives me a kiss that stops my heart.

“How much did you make that check out for, wife?”

“One hundred grand,” she says, getting her breath back.

“I’ll drop off a few grand more when we leave. We’ve ruined this sofa.”

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