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nasty, vindictive woman, always
filling Melissa’s head with skewed ideas about sex. Of course Melissa didn’t
know her mother cheated on her father numerous times before the guy finally up
and left. Bruce should probably tell Melissa that he knew her father, but he
personally believed it was up to her father to come forward.
No more dwelling on what he couldn’t control, it was
time to get his wife to trust him and to show her there was nothing she could
ever demand from him that would scare him away.
****
The following morning was supposed to bring calm and
peace but again, all Melissa
felt was restless. Bruce must have woken and gone to work
early, leaving her to wake alone. Not bothering with changing, she went to the
kitchen and seeing a full pot of coffee, she smiled with appreciation for her
thoughtful husband. He knew how to make her happy in so many ways. She couldn’t
concentrate in the morning without her coffee.
After she poured a generous mug, she sipped at the hot
liquid whilst looking out the window and she didn’t hear the door open or close
she was so consumed with her thoughts. Melissa started to move when large hands landed on her shoulders, holding her still. “Don’t move,” a
deep, husky voice demanded. Melissa stopped, her whole body becoming alert.
She knew the voice but there was something different.
Bruce spoke in soft tones and loving words. This was not soft
nor loving.
Her gown fell open, exposing her tits to the cool air.
Melissa gasped as her nipples responded, budding out, tightening. Her stomach
knotted and she was shocked by the anticipation coursing through her.
“I’m going to fuck you here and now then I want you to
suck my cock.” His voice penetrated her foggy, aroused mind. As
his crude words sent a wave of pleasure through her body landing straight on
her clit, she would've fallen in a crumpled heat on the floor if Bruce hadn't
been holding her up.
“Bruce, what are?”
Cutting her off, he covered her mouth with his hand.
“Did I tell you to speak?” His voice was harsh and
rough.
He jerked the gown from her body roughly as she tried
to turn but couldn't. He held her in
place with one hand while the other squeezed her breast harshly. She should
hate this, the roughness, the slight pain, the submission he was demanding, but
Melissa’s body responded in ways she didn’t think possible.
Bruce was going to fuck her in the kitchen. A sizzle
of excitement erupted. Melissa didn’t understand it. She loved his demanding
presence, the slight pain from his attention to her breasts driving her crazy,
and better yet, her cunt clenched tightly forcing her to clamp her legs
together. Her pussy was begging for his cock to drive into her and her clit
pulsed.
She couldn’t stop a scream of frustration escaping her
lips.
Melissa panted and squirmed, her body so alive and
humming with arousal she’d
do anything for release.
“Bruce,” she gasped as he lightly stroked between her
pussy lips, “I-I need.” She stopped when he fingered her clit, hoping he
wouldn’t make her say what she needed. She didn't want to beg for it.
“I know what you need, baby, but I won’t give you
anything until you ask really nicely.” He moved her legs further apart, pushing
on her shoulders until she bent over the counter, her nipples grazing the surface.
He stopped thrusting against her backside and gave her
a moment to realize he wouldn’t do anything until she asked. His fingers ran
lightly over her whole body, touching her but not enough to satisfy her.
****
Melissa shook and shrieked and gasped as every second passed, her need to feel Bruce inside her turning into
desperation. Her legs were like jelly, her clit red and swollen and her pussy
leaked cream. But still he wouldn’t
touch her. Sweat clung to her forehead, her lips bruised from her biting as she
tried to contain her pleas. There was no way she could tell him what she
wanted.
He pulled
filling Melissa’s head with skewed ideas about sex. Of course Melissa didn’t
know her mother cheated on her father numerous times before the guy finally up
and left. Bruce should probably tell Melissa that he knew her father, but he
personally believed it was up to her father to come forward.
No more dwelling on what he couldn’t control, it was
time to get his wife to trust him and to show her there was nothing she could
ever demand from him that would scare him away.
****
The following morning was supposed to bring calm and
peace but again, all Melissa
felt was restless. Bruce must have woken and gone to work
early, leaving her to wake alone. Not bothering with changing, she went to the
kitchen and seeing a full pot of coffee, she smiled with appreciation for her
thoughtful husband. He knew how to make her happy in so many ways. She couldn’t
concentrate in the morning without her coffee.
After she poured a generous mug, she sipped at the hot
liquid whilst looking out the window and she didn’t hear the door open or close
she was so consumed with her thoughts. Melissa started to move when large hands landed on her shoulders, holding her still. “Don’t move,” a
deep, husky voice demanded. Melissa stopped, her whole body becoming alert.
She knew the voice but there was something different.
Bruce spoke in soft tones and loving words. This was not soft
nor loving.
Her gown fell open, exposing her tits to the cool air.
Melissa gasped as her nipples responded, budding out, tightening. Her stomach
knotted and she was shocked by the anticipation coursing through her.
“I’m going to fuck you here and now then I want you to
suck my cock.” His voice penetrated her foggy, aroused mind. As
his crude words sent a wave of pleasure through her body landing straight on
her clit, she would've fallen in a crumpled heat on the floor if Bruce hadn't
been holding her up.
“Bruce, what are?”
Cutting her off, he covered her mouth with his hand.
“Did I tell you to speak?” His voice was harsh and
rough.
He jerked the gown from her body roughly as she tried
to turn but couldn't. He held her in
place with one hand while the other squeezed her breast harshly. She should
hate this, the roughness, the slight pain, the submission he was demanding, but
Melissa’s body responded in ways she didn’t think possible.
Bruce was going to fuck her in the kitchen. A sizzle
of excitement erupted. Melissa didn’t understand it. She loved his demanding
presence, the slight pain from his attention to her breasts driving her crazy,
and better yet, her cunt clenched tightly forcing her to clamp her legs
together. Her pussy was begging for his cock to drive into her and her clit
pulsed.
She couldn’t stop a scream of frustration escaping her
lips.
Melissa panted and squirmed, her body so alive and
humming with arousal she’d
do anything for release.
“Bruce,” she gasped as he lightly stroked between her
pussy lips, “I-I need.” She stopped when he fingered her clit, hoping he
wouldn’t make her say what she needed. She didn't want to beg for it.
“I know what you need, baby, but I won’t give you
anything until you ask really nicely.” He moved her legs further apart, pushing
on her shoulders until she bent over the counter, her nipples grazing the surface.
He stopped thrusting against her backside and gave her
a moment to realize he wouldn’t do anything until she asked. His fingers ran
lightly over her whole body, touching her but not enough to satisfy her.
****
Melissa shook and shrieked and gasped as every second passed, her need to feel Bruce inside her turning into
desperation. Her legs were like jelly, her clit red and swollen and her pussy
leaked cream. But still he wouldn’t
touch her. Sweat clung to her forehead, her lips bruised from her biting as she
tried to contain her pleas. There was no way she could tell him what she
wanted.
He pulled
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