The Skirt [MF] [rough]

She was standing at the kitchen island, the groceries waiting to be put away. She was checking her phone, probably resetting the digital shopping list she used. It had been a long stressful day for him. Nothing had gone wrong at work, thing were going well in fact. Things were happening, which was what made it a long stressful day.

He looked at her for a moment. Her back wasn’t quite turned all the way to him. He could see her in about ¾ profile. That round ass, that tiny waist, those plump breasts swelling out of the low neckline of her t-shirt. She was wearing a short skirt. Not slutty short, but short enough to show off her legs. He loved that skirt. Just seeing her standing there, bear feet, hair tied up in a pony tail, totally unaware of him made him grin a very lustful grin.

Before he could notice him he came up behind her, pressing hard up against her. She started but didn’t move. She couldn’t. He had one hand wrapped around her throat and his other arm around her chest, his hand firmly grasping of her breasts. The feel of her nipples getting hard under his hand made him rock hard. He could feel her pulse quicken. He sniffed her neck in a primal display of pleasure.

“Hi honey. I’m home.” He whispered in her ear.

Her breathing remained shallow but her lips curved in a smile. She said nothing. She didn’t need to. She had put on the ‘go ahead’ skirt after all.

He thrust his hand down her shirt and into her bra, aggressively massaging her breasts, pinching her hard nipple between his fingers. She let out a gasp and a small moan. After a moment he switched to the other breast. Releasing her throat he tugged her shirt and pulling her breasts up and out. He then used both hands to grab her nipples and pull. She arched her back, letting out a small scream of pleasure.

Her breathing was getting heavier with each pinch and pull. Her hands hadn’t moved since he first grabbed her. They were grabbing and holding the edge of the counter. It was the only thing she could think to do. Like talking, thinking wasn’t needed either. It was, in fact, better if she didn’t think.

It wasn’t long before one of his hands went back around her throat and the other went up her skirt. He started at her inner thighs, which were already wet. He smiled moving his hands upwards, pulling her thong aside to rub her dripping pussy. He didn’t bother taking his time, running his fingers between her lips before ramming two finger deep in her. Her moans told him he was on the right track. He thrust a few time before removing his fingers and rubbing her clit till she cried out, arched, and shuttered.

He then stopped playing with her to pull his rock hard cock out. He guided the tip of his cock to her pulsing lips than grabbed her hip and rammed into her. She cried out and would have slumped forward if he hadn’t been holding her against him. He like to pull her had against his shoulder so he could look down at her magnificent breasts bounce and he pounded her faster and faster.

His arm had wrapped around her middle to give him better leverage and her hands still grabbing on the counters edge gave her something to brace against.

He rammed into her as if were a race. Her pussy was dripping and she was crying out in pleasure with each thrust. He went so deep and so hard she thought she would explode. And then she did. As her body both tensed and slackened she could hear him grunt and moan and then felt his hot load shooting into her.

He was the only thing holding her up at this point. He held her tight to him. As he came the thrusting stopped but he didn’t pull out of her. He liked being in her, holding her so he would stay in her, savoring the high for a moment more.

With his arm still around her middle he pulled out and pulled his pant back up. She was trying to stand on her own but was failing. No matter. He simply adjusted his arms to scoop her up and carry her to the shower. She put her arms around his neck, leaned her head against his chest and sighed contentedly.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vm8p15/the_skirt_mf_rough