God, he makes me feel so good. He has a way of touching me that makes my entire body curl and writhe in pleasure. I’m helpless against him, his wandering hands tugging and pulling my nipples erect, his insistent tongue probing and flicking at my clit until my legs fall to either side of him, shaking helplessly.

I can’t describe what it feels like to be eaten out by him, only that I start off moaning and begging—but as I get closer and closer to coming I fall silent, all of my faculties absolutely concentrated on the growing tightness in my core. I’m desperate, and he knows it. But he’ll wait until I break, until I’m sobbing and begging god fucking damn it please. He’ll lick inside of me then, tasting my juices as they gush in response to his touch. And when I come, finally, moaning long and loud enough that our neighbors surely heard, well, that’s just his first trick of the night. Because the second I somewhat recover he’ll suck up what’s left of my come in one loud slurp and smirk at me, so pleased with himself.

“You taste good,” he’ll say, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, some shameless remark about how sluttily I came—and how he’s about to make an even bigger slut of me in the next five minutes. I blush, trying to hide my face but by this time he’s usually in no mood for my games. Brushing coyness aside, he’ll unceremoniously flip me onto my stomach to take me from behind—the best goddamn way for both of us because it means I can bring my little bullet vibrator to my clit, already swollen and sensitive from my first orgasm, and press it there. I keep telling myself I’m too sensitive for it, that I won’t succumb to him and his large, throbbing cock that he’s so insistently sliding back and forth against my leaking slit.

But of course, all of that willpower goes right to fucking shit as soon as he hitches my hips up and slides it inside of me, all the way to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Distantly, I realize that the debauched moan that just echoed off the walls of the room came from me—but most of my attention is suddenly concentrated on the thick, hot rod now spreading me open. I can feel it pulsing as I tighten up deliciously around it, every little movement it makes sending little bursts of electricity running up and down my spine. God, he hasn’t even started moving yet.

But then he does.

He gave me a moment to adjust, but it seems like straight mockery with the way he slams his hips back inside me on that first thrust. I yelp, body jerking instinctively, and he chuckles low before slapping my ass, hard. Unbidden, my hand, which had been clutching my vibrator as if my life depended on it, finds my engorged clit, pressing the device against it as my knees give out.

“You’re mine,” he reminds me, yanking my hips back up before angling his thrusts to the left a little, right into that one spot that makes me forget which way is up, what my name is, in fact anything other than daddy please more faster. I’m shaking and shaking, vibrator slipping from how absolutely soaked I am where his cock is ramming into me again and again, and it isn’t long before I’m moaning breathily, wordlessly—

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

We freeze because surely we hadn’t been banging the headboard loud enough for our neighbors to have problems. And then an absolutely devilish smirk spreads over my husband’s face, as if he’s read my mind.

“They’ll have other things to complain about soon enough,” he murmurs, and before I can ask what he means, I find out. He pulls his cock out almost completely, until just the tip is inside—and slams it back in to completely impale me on the entirety of his feverishly hot shaft. And I scream. And scream again as he begins fucking me, the most dirty, depraved sense of the word, thrusting into me without a shred of restraint as I claw at the sheets. The headboard’s slamming against the wall but I cannot find it in myself to care because the thrum of the vibrator is coursing through my entire body and it’s folding in on itself and I’m so, so close.

“Fuuuuuuck…” I manage to grit out seconds before the thread snaps and I come, harder than I probably ever have, burying my hoarse, animal cry into the pillow as my hips jerk wildly. I register his hips stuttering, his low moan in my ear as his cock empties inside of me. And somehow I can’t bring myself to care about the inevitable awkward conversation with Property Management.