Middle of the Night - Sex Stories

Middle of the Night

... rings belong over there while you're with me. It's not right to either of us for you to wear them right now, don't you think?"

He...wasn't wrong... She hated him for his question, hated him for taking his demands that far so quick...but she hated herself more as she lowered herself to her elbows. She hated the weird excitement that was giving her a hum under her skin, and how...fine...she was going this far.

Robert wished her could see detail in the dark, but it was still a rush to see her move her hand to the bedside table before he heard the soft clinking of her wedding rings setting down.

"That's my good girl," he praised as he drew her hips back with one hand and used the other to guide his cock to his new favorite place. He sighed as he sank back into her and was eagerly welcomed back in as his temporary girlfriend's moans filled the room. "You did that so easy for me."

"I need to know what I'm missing Robbie." She pushed her hips back to take every inch until she felt him bottom out. She moaned at how sore she was getting to be, but was more than eager to take more from him. "I need you to show me what it's like to be treated the way Ireally deserve, but you're right, I can't wear those when you're trying to put me in my place." She emphasized her point by slowly rocking forward and back, driving him deep with each push back.

Robert was drunk on the combination of her sweet, desperate words and watching her use his cock without any orders or ...

... suggestions. "I'm glad you see it my way, it'll make it easier for you to adjust." He grunted and had to push his hips forward when she pushed herself back a little harder. "Does that excite you? Knowing you're in good hands now?"

"Yes!" She cried out in surprise when his hand connected with her ass. "It's so wrong of me to do this, but I need to know, Robbie. I need to know what it's like to be owned by someone who knows what they're doing."

"It's not wrong Val," he assured her as he held her hips and moved her at a pace that was slow and torturous for her. He wanted her to focus on the veins massaging over her sore pussy, as well as the drag of his cockhead, anything to keep her focus on him "It's only natural for a woman like you to want to know her options. And you already know your husband can't you pregnant, maybe..." He grabbed her hair and tugged her back as he thrust forward, making her moan in surprise "...there's a reason he can't knock you up."

"What...What do you me..mean, oh god..." She gave up trying to talk when her new boyfriend began moving, started working towards something she could already tell would be unforgiving on her body.

"What if you only met him so we could meet?" He savored the slick glide of a few hard thrusts. "You believe...in fate and shit...what if you met him...so you could find the man," he tugged her hair again and smiled at the whorish moan that came out of her, and the way her pussy tightened around his cock, "who could treat you ...