Married Ch 11

Without any warning he bent down, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulled up, twirling her around and slamming her chest against the wall. As he grabbed his exposed self and prepared for his entry, his lips breathed in her ear, holding her in place against the wall, “This is what you get for teasing me.”

It wasn’t long after she felt his thick throbbing cock dancing on the outskirts of her pussy lips, then he had forced himself inside in one long push. The intrusion was easy and quick with her sopping insides aching for the invasion. With her fingers spread on the wall on either side of her head, her jaw dropped and she focused on his grunting, feeling the strong massive force of his shove, into her cunt. Before she knew it, she was violently bouncing. His hard fast-paced thrusting immediately brought her to edge and she began to whimper while he panted in her ear, low whispering profanities escaping his shallow breaths.
The tight grip on her hair was strong as he held her neck back, pumping inside of her repeatedly. She couldn’t help her voice from rising with each movement inside of her. One long moan seemed to raise the bar when through it, he briskly pushed inside her more than half a dozen times. Chris’ strength and stamina was undeniable and he was clearly using all of his energy for this one good fuck, then ending the session before she could come with one long hard thrust. It was then, as he took his own comfort, leaning against her body and crushing it into the wall remaining inside, that they both caught their breath.
She realized then, while he began to slide inside with long calm ease, that every breath she inhaled, was of his distinct stylish scent. Hanley closed her eyes and continued to allow his ravage on her, now seeming to turn into a more gentle taking.
His hand readjusted in her hair and loosened. While he used it hair for leverage, she could feel a gentle pull down on her neck while he fucked her from behind. His breathing next to her ear was as intense as the sex itself. “Chris,” she moaned. She was in ecstasy.

He slowed his pushes and turned only her head, taking her mouth softly almost immediately. He could feel the small vibration against his lips as she hummed in delight. And falling into her movement, she turned.
Her face was flush, her eyes were bright green and her hair that had been held back, falling around her face easily and curving along the sides. Her lips were full and thick, almost a bright red, and her collarbone was peeking from the top of her shirt. As her eyes looked up into his, it reminded him of what she looked like the first time he had seen her on the dance floor – out of breath, a shiny coat of sweat to her and a bold desired look.

As she leaned in, he wrapped her arms around his neck and dove for her mouth feeling the plump red ripeness. Their tongues swirled against one another’s and became needful. Kisses became rampant and her grip around his neck was now tight. Her fingers gripped his skin and he felt her required deep breath as soon as he released her lips. One of his hands cradled the back of her head, and the other went around her naked ass. He took advantage of the grasp and fondled it while lifting one of her legs. Attempting alleviation from his sexual drive, he pushed his long hot cock between her thighs along her naked skin with force to tease her, but it only heightened his need.

Watching her blazing mouth, his desire forced his strength to take hold and he lifted her off the ground. He felt her wrap around his middle, and like a pillar, raised her into the air against his, looking up at her while he held her.

Looking down at him, she felt his burning erection gently rub against her wet lips below. Anticipating the inevitable, her arms clung tightly around his neck. But instead he began to reposition and knelt down with her in his arms.

Gently laying her along the floor, he dipped his head back down to taste more of her tongue. He moaned through the kiss this time, now positioning himself between her spread legs. Another fast entry caught her off guard and he watched her reaction. One exhale accompanied with pupil dilation and parted lips forced his physique to repeat the action and again he pounded into her quickly. Her body bounced, her hair delayed with the reaction and flowing behind her, and this time a small whine erupted. He couldn’t help himself and attempted to get more noise out of her, truly fucking and watching her wonderful facial expressions, listening to her exquisite noises.
As Chris pressed in faster, her pitches became higher, louder, longer. Like an addiction, he couldn’t stop plummeting himself inside her. The friction became too much and he knew he would lose the struggle to refrain from coming.
He spoke fast through his deep breathing, anxious and ready to pop, appearing almost angry, but filled with lust.
“Are-you-on-the-pill?”

She continued to present the aftershocks in his movements, finally making eye contact with him again after not being able to focus on anything but his movements. But his question had forced her focus into overdrive; he wanted to come inside her. It was almost the sexiest thing she had ever heard.

“Yes,” she called back, excitement without a smile pouring from her face. She took another look at the man above her, his continual heavy workout expression. His fuck, me hair. His red wet lips, his open mouth, his blackened eyes…

He dove for her mouth again.
Their mouths were a wet combination of lips, tongues, breathing, smacking and licking.

She felt his cock entries deepening, prolonging. Her figure bounced more predominantly with every fuck. She held her breath and waited, pushing through the soreness of her rim, waiting to feel his release.

He watched her face as a look of pleasure mixed with pain came over it, quickening his movements and pushing harder, forcing tiny whimpers from her, but they were still unsatisfactory. “Meow, Hanley. Fuckin’ meow for me…” but she didn’t respond. Between attempting to hold her breath and the forced whimpers, she couldn’t seem to respond.

He placed his arms above her shoulders and pounded his cock into her, waking her from her spell. She cried out once, gasping as she held onto his neck for dear life.
He watched her head bounced up and down with every thrust. “Let me hear you, Hanley.”

“Oh God,” she immediately cried, “Meow! Fuck! Oh my God!”

Chris’ finale began, “No…” he started and had to take a breath, “swearing–”

“JESUS! Jesus Christ! Meow… meow!” Hanley attempted to relieve some of the friction’s heat, but she also began her descent into release. Her whines and moans turned into long meowing, “Meeooooww!” vibrating with every push.

His thrusts came more rapidly as his breathing became staccato. “Yeah my pretty Pussy…”

“MEOW! MEOW! MEOW-AH!” Her voice echoed in his ears. The sound of her raspy voice blended with his own personal special request was what he needed to come. He lowered his forehead to her chest as he started. His pushes into her were long and hard, growling and grunting like an animal, heard just under her loud cat calls.

Hanley let a high pitch wail escape every time, unable to completely meow. She closed her eyes and let her body fall and relax while she felt him coming hard inside of her. She could imagine every white string of fluid shooting into her hole with every fuck, every aftershock, every movement.
He gave one last hard thrust as he finished. Hanley caught her breath and watched him push with her mouth open.
She felt like whining, but instead, she meowed quietly. Her hands couldn’t help themselves and she ran her fingers through his messy hair, knowing he had fully unloaded inside her. She turned her head to the side still highly aroused, still not having a release of her own.

With his head on her chest, Chris spoke, out of breath. “I’m sorry.”

Hanley laughed silently. He could only hear her breath and feel her chest rise and fall while he buried his face, smiling in a type of embarrassment. “Oh my God. It’s okay, really. I’m glad you liked what I did.” Hearing the sound of a smile in her voice, he lifted his face from her chest and moved his head to the side, relaxing between her legs and falling out of her at the same time. “By the way, don’t ever apologize for anything like that. You know me better than that. You know I’m into that shit.”

Chris’ smile enlarged. He was lucky to have found someone so open to kink on their first meeting. But then it was also out of the ordinary to hear about someone’s urinating sensation upon first meeting, as well.

She spoke quietly, “You’re still wearing your jacket.”

He scoffed as he relaxed on his back beside her, “And we’re still in the fuckin’ foyer.”

They both broke out in giggles.

He spoke while remaining unmoving from his comfortable position. “Well, I know you didn’t have yours, so I’ll pay you back very shortly. I promise, Kitten. Fuck, that gets me every time…” He turned his head and looked at his chosen side. She was in her post-coital afterglow, “My Pretty Pussy.”

Hanley finally asked what had been on a her mind for awhile. Not a bother, just curiosity, “Why do you call me that of all things?” His eyes were glowing a deep blue. They seemed to give off another unspeakable colour after his coming. She couldn’t stop looking and almost missed what he said.

“It’s perfect for you. A Kitten needs attention, sometimes discipline, and definitely petting… lots and lots of petting.” Chris fingers pet her naked mound, then started to push around on her lips while he pulled a small moan from her. Then he remembered she was commando when he had arrived, “Where are your panties, little Miss?”

Hanley answered with an excited giggle, “They’re hiding because I’m afraid you’ll steal the next pair too–”

“I just might.”

Hanley heard his tone and it sounded more serious than she thought it could have been. She glanced at him, lying at her side, “I already gave you a pair. That’s all you get.”

Chris didn’t answer and took a moment before saying anything, as if he was giving her time to think about his silence as an answer. “By the way, you’ve been speaking freely, and you’re not supposed to.” He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t look like he was being playful.

Hanley hesitated, not knowing what to say, slightly confused and surprised.

After watching her eyes light up with surprise and hesitance, he smiled, “I’m just kidding.”

Hanley laughed out loud, “No you’re not!”

They both fell closer together, staring at each others features as their laugh faded. It was an awkward silence. He watched her swallow and attempted to end the pause, “I can’t really punish you, if you like it. What good are my rules when I can’t even punish you?” Chris’ eyes carefully watched her face as his hand sneakily slid along her thigh and rolled between her legs. He pushed and pulled the dry smooth flesh before dipping between her pussy lips, spreading them, and finding her wet.

Hanley butterflied for him right there on the front room floor. Her eyes couldn’t resist but to stare at his lips while he licked them, giving them a beautiful red shine. “Your rules turn us both on. That’s why I’m going to keep following them.” Her tone was alluring, which was ironic since he was seducing her.

He took note of her welcome and his voice lowered in volume, creating his unique growl, “You like being called a kitten?”

She licked her own lips watching his speak, “Yes,” her answer was more like a question. A coy, bashful question. “I particularly like it when you call me ‘Your Pussy’. I fuckin’ love that. But all of your rules,” her eyes darted from his of dark blue to those red plush lips, “how you tell me what to do ‘n how you order me…” His fingers began to wriggle her nub gently and her eyes fluttered closed momentarily as he watched, “how you take me,” and when she opened them again, they had more black to them, then before, “it’s really fuckin’ sexy.”

Hanley moved her hips so his fingers would slide down inside her cunt.

Chris followed suit and pushed inside, “It is my Pussy. My pretty Pussy.” Chris whispered roughly, as Hanley began to moan softly, “This right here, this Pussy, she’s going to get petted and fucked a lot tonight. We gotta make this shit last.”

Hanley loved the sound of what was to come, but she couldn’t contain her excitement over what his hand was busy with, “Mmm… I love your fingers, Chris. Oh my God…” Hanley’s breathing quickened again while he toyed with her rim, pulling out and his drenched fingertips teased her tiny nerve. “When can you…” she could barely concentrate but knew what she wanted, “fff–” she stopped herself from cursing, as per his rules, “ah… be inside me? How long do you have to wait?” she whimpered.

“That depends on you,” He watched her mouth fall open and her teeth bite her bottom lip, “and what you do to entice me.” Chris’s finger began to roll in a faster pace and she gasped in response. “Watching you come for me, will definitely help, Kitten.”

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