The Couple

“You’re such hard work.” He sighs as she tries to push him away. He is too heavy, and she groans with frustration.

“Get off me. I want a divorce.”

He chuckles then, and she turns her head away as he drags his tongue over her neck, causing her to shiver slightly.

“You want to divorce me, baby?”

A soft moan escapes her lips, and he moves the strap of her dress, his mouth dotting kisses down her throat as her legs wrap around him.

He glances down at her thighs before winking at her. “Tell me you don’t want me inside of you right now, and I’ll go.”

“I don’t want you inside of me. Get off!” Sam groans as Michael shrugs, standing up. His towel drops, revealing his rock-hard dick, and Sam bites her lip.

“Fine,” he says, walking over to his wardrobe. She stands up, the heat between her legs pooling as he selects her favorite shirt. He puts aftershave on, and the smell tantalizes her senses.

She stands and walks over to him as her anger subsides, replaced by an intense desire to fuck her husband.

She wraps her arms around his waist, and he shrugs her off. “You said no, so no.”

Instantly, her anger is back, and she slaps him hard across the face. The force of the slap makes him stare at her so darkly she mutters an apology, backing away as he walks over to her.

“What the fuck, Sam?!” he roars, and she bites her lip in fear.

“You’re just so fucking frustrating!” she yells, as Michael retaliates by digging his hands into her hips so roughly she cries out.

“You drive me insane. You won’t come out, but you get dressed, intent on seducing every man in the room. You refuse my advances, then make them on me. Make your fucking mind up, Samantha!”

He narrows his gaze at her, his lips inches away from hers.

Sam licks her lips, which are painted a blood red. Michael’s eyes fall to her lips as he pushes his thumb across them, smearing her lipstick over her cheek before he smirks.

“Looks like I’ve ruined your makeup.”

Sam slams her lips on his, kissing him angrily as he lifts her against the wall. His fingers brush her clit as he moves her underwear away, and Sam wraps her legs around his waist.

The feeling of him entering her makes her gasp as she digs her fingers into his back.

“You’re hurting me,” he hisses, and she digs her nails in harder.

He walks them over to the bed, and they fall together, his hand tugging her long hair back. She cries out, his teeth nipping her throat as she continues to claw at his back.

“You bastard,” Sam hisses while he sucks at her neck, marking her for all to see. She isn’t a teenager; she has a job.

“You’re mine, you little psychopathic bitch.”

He slams into her, his fingers digging into her shoulders as he holds her in place. Her hands tug at his hair, and he growls at her with frustration.

“If you carry on, I’m going to bend you over and spank the fuck out of you,” he warns, and Sam releases his hair.

She knows he isn’t playing—Michael is a dirty bastard when pushed.

“Go on, Samantha, push me,” he whispers, his thrusts deepening as she cries out, his hand clamping over her mouth. “I want to tear that little ass apart.”

Samantha is weakened by his filthy words, her head thrown back as she shudders around him. Suddenly, he throws her onto her front, entering her from behind while she continues to moan.

His hand slaps her ass hard, and she cries out as he pounds into her. His fingers dig into her flesh, and she reaches a second orgasm.

Finally, he shoots his load into her as he pulls her head back up by her hair, his thrusts still slamming her body into the bed.

He grips her face, kissing it roughly before he withdraws from her. He smirks as he helps her up from the bed.

“Clean yourself up. We’ve got a meal to attend.”