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for her blouse. Ripping the material down the middle, I shred it until I can shove the offending cloth from her shoulders. Her slacks are next. I yank the belt lose, then tear her button and zipper free. “Hate me all you want, but your body doesn’t lie about how much you want me.”
“There’s no excuse for what you’ve done,” she attempts, but I smother her words with my lips, owning her mouth. She’s no longer just a woman rooming in my flat; she’s my wife—mine. I won’t hold back simply because she’s throwing a tantrum. “You heartless bastard,” she manages to pull back enough to get the words out. I’m right back on her again, thrusting my tongue inside her mouth, making her respond to my passion.
While our tongues tangle, each battling for dominance, I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off. She’s so bloody perfect, I can think of nothing else but being inside her this very moment. My trousers are shoved down next. I’m not wearing anything under them, and my cock springs free. I shove her backwards towards the wall of windows overlooking the city below. This flat called to me because it made me feel like a king, looking down on Chicago below me. Now I’ll feel powerful while inside my wife. I can’t think of anything better at the moment. She stumbles a bit on her backwards trek to the windows, but my grip is tight, not allowing her to fall. I push her up against the chilled glass and relish in her gasp of shock, her cold shudder. I’m on fire for her. I’ll be warming her up in a flash.
I strip away the singlet until I’m only left in my socks and grasp her thigh, lifting her high enough my cock can easily fill her. Her other leg follows, wrapping around my hip as her hands grip the back of my neck, nails digging into my flesh. Without further ado, I push my cock until I can feel it at her entrance and then thrust deep. “Mm,” my chest rumbles with pleasure. I’ve craved this all damn day.
My hand moves to her throat, squeezing until she chokes and grips at my forearm. I watch her scramble for a moment as my length remains seated in her to the hilt, growing impossibly harder. “I never knew I wanted someone like you,” I admit, and eventually release my hold so she can breathe again. It’d be too easy to kill her right now and be done with all of it. Surprisingly, that’s not what I want to do with her. “That I’d do anything to make you want me in return.”
Leaning forward, I lick over the skin I’ve left pink from my hold. She’s entirely too enticing for my own good, but I’ve never been one to take caution seriously. I do whatever the bloody hell I want when I want. Her head falls back, offering the area like the tasty little whore she is inside. It doesn’t bother me, but rather attracts me to her more. She’s not afraid to go after what she desires, and I admire that trait, as I have the quality as well. My mouth glides over to her shoulder where I place a light bite and move my hips in a circular motion. It has her panting as my pelvis grinds against her tiny clit.
“I hate you, Brit boy,” she moans, and I grin. Trailing my lips down her silky flesh until I reach the top of her breasts. I sink my teeth into her there as well. Her hand moves to my hair, her grip harsh as she yanks the hell out of it. She’s blistering mad tonight, and it’s the best way to fuck, in my opinion.
“Fuck, woman,” I grumble against her full tit. Her body squirms as she chases her pleasure. “So needy, aren’t you?” I ask, raising my gaze to meet hers. “Dripping cunt and eager hips, wanting to come. Dirty Italian.” Dirty and so bloody sexy she makes me lose control. I pull back a bit and re-slam her against the glass, shifting so she’s placed up against a new cold spot. I want all of her senses overwhelmed. They all belong to me now. “Take my cock. You’ll swallow it all, chocking, between either set of swollen lips.”
“I’ll bite it off.”
My grin grows. “That’s it, lovey, give me your hate. I’ll chew it up and spit it right back out. You’ve intimidated