Ow!

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I've lost track of how many times my boyfriend and I have planned sex, only to have him fall asleep before I finish doing the dishes. He would put on a movie and then fall asleep in bed with his clothes on. When I would come in five, or ten minutes later, he'd be sound asleep and I would just brush my teeth, turn everything off and then go to sleep myself.

I didn't like the idea of waking him up since I knew he needed the rest. His new job was clearly running him ragged during the week, so Friday night was probably not the best nights for us to plan to have sex. Mix in some alcohol and he'd be passed out before nine.

Saturdays were a different story though. We would have breakfast, have a quickie in the shower and then go out for the day to the beach, or go for a hike if it wasn't too humid out. On those days that it was, we would head over to the pool hall where the air conditioning was on full blast and with barely anyone there. We had our choice of table, but somehow always managed to get a lopsided one; the one and only time I beat him in a game, he blamed it on the table.

We were both competitive, but myself even more so. I would hate losing so much that it would put me in a rotten mood and the only way to fix it was for him to fuck my pussy. On several occasions I would turn off video games on him because he'd be winning too much, but if we were playing one of my favourite games where I was winning, he would be a saint.

On a Saturday night after dinner, we came home to a quiet house as the cats were having their tenth nap that day. We went to our bedroom and decided to play my favourite game on Wii as dinner settled. After kicking his butt several times, we put on Netflix to watch American Dad, but it soon turned into sex.

Both of us were rather horny, but I didn't want any foreplay, so I grabbed my bottle of cherry flavoured lube and drizzled some all over his cock and my pussy. His cock slipped in my pussy with such ease that he just started drilling me right away. Lube was quite possibly the best invention ever after pizza. You could get right to the dirty deed without any hesitation and no initial pain either – pizza was always good, before, during and after sex.

As he slowed down to readjust his thrust angle, the television caught his attention and his focus was drawn away from pleasuring me.

"Would you like to stop?" I asked.

"No," he quickly replied.

"Then keep fucking me," I demanded.

With slight hesitation as another funny joke was made, he started to fuck me again, but kept his head turned toward the television and divided his attention. He was fucking me really good, but I wanted all of his undivided attention. Without much hesitation, I dug my nails into his back and dragged them down the length of it towards his ass.

"Ow!" he yelled. "What was that for?"

"Are you going to fuck me, or watch television?"

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry." There was a moment of silence and then he added, "Just don't do that again."

"What, this?" I dug my nails into him again and made more long scratch marks just to prove how serious I was. Apparently it was the wrong thing to do – actually, it was the right thing to do, because I unleashed a pussy pounding on myself that I would never forget.

When he went to kiss me, he bit my bottom lip harder than usual and then stuffed his big cock so deep into my pussy that it hurt. He was clearly now giving it his all as he forced every inch inside me at a hard thrust, causing a slapping noise to be made every time he fully entered me.

The mix between pleasure and pain was enough to make me cum twice before he blew his hot load in my pussy. I could feel it inside me as everything was super sensitive and it made me crave more. Once he caught his breath and calmed down from the rage fuck I provoked, he pulled out and went over to the bedroom mirror to look at the marks I had left.

"Holy smokes, babe," he said as he twisted to get a better look. "It looks like I had sex with a lion."

"And it feels like I had sex with a jackhammer."


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