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My gaze flicks to the framed pictures on the mantle, the smiling older couple in front of the family farm. When I look back at her with a raised eyebrow, she shrugs. I guess we’ve both shared about as much as we intend to.
I shove the last of my toast into my mouth and wipe away the crumbs. “I’ll have to go in a minute, Annie is expecting me.” She purses her lips at the mention of my wife’s name.
“Already?”
“There’s something I need to do. Also, tonight is our anniversary. I take her out every year, and in the morning, we’ll take the girls to the zoo. It’s a family tradition.” My heart pangs at the thought of my family. Her face twists for a second, and I frown. Wasn’t she asking about them a second ago?
“Where are you taking her?”
“We usually spend the night at a hotel.”
“Of course.” She huffs. “Probably some seedy hotel where you’ll fuck her like a whore. Maybe like you fuck me?”
I round the counter and I’m on her in a second. She backs away from me till her back hits the fridge. I tower above her and her eyes stare defiantly into mine. There’s no fear there, only challenge. “That’s enough, Amy!”
“Is it? Because having you here with me just for you to go back toherdoesn’t feel like enough.”
“You knew the deal when we started this. This has to be enough for you, Amy.”
“Maybe I want to change the deal.”
“The deal isn’t up for negotiation.”
“Of course, it is. All I have to do is—”
“Do what, Amy?” I stare at her beautiful face where a dark shadow passes.
“I can—”
“You will do nothing!” I growl and put my hand through her hair, grabbing her by the nape of her neck and using force to hold her there. And then I kiss her. It’s a ravenous kiss at first, full of rage as I try to shut her up. She tries to resist but only a little. I rip at the robe covering her body, tug and tear at the fabric, pulling it open till it lays open around her like two broken angel wings hanging limply at her side. I kiss her again, wanting to break her apart, flay her open. I want her to yearn for me in the same way my body yearns for her. I want her to suffer. I yank her hair, jerking her head up and kiss her neck. She arches her back, trembles, but doesn’t make a sound. Her silence is how she fights back.
Grabbing her shoulder, I spin her forcefully so that her back is to my front, and I push her forwards till her hips smash against the counter. I force her face onto the cold surface. Crumbs embed themselves into her skin as I pin her head there. I rip the robe from her body, and it falls at her feet. I hold her there, just watching her body shiver, watching how her back bows and her ass rises and her feet pull apart for me. Her sweet little pussy glistens. She breathes heavily and her eyes catch mine, imploring me, begging, but I ignore her.
Fisting her hair, I maintain a harsh grip as I round the counter and yank her body forward. Our plates collide with her shoulders and smash on the floor as she’s splayed there, her head now hanging off the other end.
I pull out my cock, and she opens her mouth knowingly. I shove myself into her, forceful, angry. She gags, but I don’t care. I want her to choke on her words, on her threats, on my violence. She swallows me whole. I give her no choice. Her eyes water and a tear leaks onto her cheek, but it’s still not enough. I want to make her scream, but she can’t, not with her mouth full. I pull out and away, holding onto her hair, pinning her down and round the counter once more.
I tug at her hips, and she slides backwards. I kick her feet apart then thrust once, forcefully, and she moans, losing her silent war, trembling beneath me. I stay buried inside her, deep. It’s warm and soft, and my anger floods me like a tidal wave. I pull her hair, her back arches, her neck cords, her hands grip the counter, clawing at the plastic.
I pull out and haul her off the counter, spinning her around and shoving her against the wall. The breath falls from her lungs and a second tear leaks from her eye. My hands are at her ass and I lift her, crushing her against the wall. Her lips search for mine, but I deny her. She can drown in her need and anguish. Her legs wrap around my waist and her hands are like heavy chains around my neck as I press harder into her before I penetrate her. I hold us there, my hand grabbing her face, crushing her jaw, forcing her eyes to mine, as I begin to move slowly inside her. She becomes frantic, shakes her head, wants to break free, but I don’t avert my gaze, and I don’t release her, my hand pinching her jaw harder still.
She mouths my name, but no sound escapes, just breaths, ragged and broken.
Amy’s body trembles around me. We’re trapped in anger and euphoria. Her hands clutch tighter, digging into my scalp, her pussy clenching, the beginning of her pleasure building around us. She doesn’t deserve to come, and I don’t want to let her, but she has wrecked me, my anger overflowing into desire. I want to obliterate her, for us both to explode in lust and obsession. And then, she is consumed, screaming her pleasure, clamping down onto me, and my own pleasure forces its way out of my body as if the world has split in half and lost all meaning.
For a few moments, I hold her there pinned to the wall, catching my frayed breath, and then I leave her there, discarded against the wall and head to the shower.
The hot water cascades over my back, washing Amy and her smell away. The guilt is jaded now. That coiled snake that set itself inside my belly has slithered away, washed into the drain by hot water
The door clicks and opens, and Amy steps inside the bathroom. Our eyes meet. I’m still angry, but she’s still here, she’s still walking in and towards me. I enjoy that about her; her total abandon for rules. She’s not like Annie with her tight legs and stern expression and the missionary position only in our bed with the occasional doggy style for a special occasion. Amy is the epitome of sex and sexiness, of intoxicating desire and freedom. She has allowed me to become an explorer, her body a new land worth discovering. Every curve and forbidden crevice belongs to me, and I mark each one, wanting to own them forever but reminding myself that this new place is only temporary, that there is already a place that is – although familiar and well chartered – nonetheless my home. And that is where I will always return.
Amy stands before me, her blonde hair falling across her breasts and her eyes roaming my body. She’s noticed the weight loss, the budding muscles that have come back to life now that I’ve been spending time back at the gym. Annie has mentioned it as well, and I know she likes what she sees because I’ve noticed my wife looking at me again in a way she hasn’t in a long time. Like she actually wants me. Ever since I’ve been fucking Amy, my relationship with Annie has flourished. Where I can come to this young girl’s house and fuck her like a dog, take out all my anger and frustration on her perfect, beautiful body, it is my wife I then get to go to, and I can be soft with her, calm and collected, my thoughts already less frazzled, my body relaxed.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I don’t want you angry with me, Joe.”
I nod. “Don't talk about my family again.” I’m stern, but I soften. This girl turns my head in all directions.
“I won’t,” she assures me and smiles in that shy way of hers. Except I know she’s anything but, which is why it turns me on like someone has thrown a Molotov cocktail inside my body and the flames blaze inside me in an out-of-control fire. She flutters her eyelashes and takes another step towards the shower, and just like that, all is forgotten.
