Smut Collection

Henry

They decide to keep it in the night but when she is at the sink/counter, preparing a meal he comes to her, her body is already tingling and she can't wait for dusk. He comes behind her and presses himself against her body, his hands on hers on the counter. She can't move them, her palms are pinned down. 'I know the rules, we talked about them, they are very sane rules, but you make me feel out of it. It might be greed or lust or whatever you wanna call it mami, but I just want to have you' 'Please let me have you,' he pleaded. 'Maybe if we close our eyes we will pretend it's nighttime. Just give me the green light,' they stood there for a moment, her body trembling against his as he felt him growing against him, heaving like an animal on her neck ready to devour. 'Just the tip, one stroke, just to feel you,' he growled pleading. She tried to think but he wanted him just as much if not more. 'Fuck me daddy,' she said her head falling to his chest her body caving in to him. He got to his knees and dropped her trousers and took them of. She was trying to be professional and had her scrubs on. Meanwhile, she took her top of, and bra. He went down on her as he watched her breasts bounce on her chest as she got lost in ecstasy. Then he came up and turned her and doggied her till she came, her hands pinned to her side. He released on her butt as he spanked her thanking her for behaving, for being a good girl. He wiped her clean with kitchen tissue and disappeared limping, his face bashful. She got texts of him apologizing. She told him she liked it. She lied because she loved it and wanted to do it again and again and again but didn't know how to ask. There were rules, she tried to remind herself, rules she'd insisted they make. And she knew more than well what happened when rules were broken.