Personal #Imagine

Personal #Imagine for @DarleenB1

You are sitting in your office at your computer, paying some bills and sipping on a cup of hot tea. You are talking with a guy on facebook. The guy is really nice, but your husband Kendall doesn’t like him.

Kendall walks in your office; he is in a really good mood. He tells you how his day was and what did he do in the studio.

Kendall comes around the desk to give you a kiss and he sees who you are talking with. You don’t try to hide it. The little message box at the bottom of the screen is blinking, alerting you that you have an unread message, and it must have caught his eye.

You see his eyes grow dark and he glares down at you: “Really? You’re still talking to him?” He stands up straight and crosses his arms in front of him.

“He messaged me. What do you want me to do? Ignore him?” you reply.

“I’d prefer that, yes.” He says, still glaring.

“I don’t understand why talking to him causes World War III.” You say, standing up and putting your hands on your hips. “You should trust me. I made it clear that there is nothing between us! I’m your wife! I can’t help it that you’re insecure.”

“Insecure!?” he laughs. His eyes are wild with anger “I might be. I mean, after all, I invited him into my home the last time he was in town and the thanks I got was him telling my wife that he would fuck her!”

“He’s just someone I talk to. And I give you my promise that I would never sleep with him!” you say.

“Well I don’t like it. You know that I don’t like it. Yet you continue to do it anyway.” he barks.

“I continue to do it because you can’t say to me who I can and cannot talk to.” You say. You get angry.

Without warning, he shoves you back on the big wooden desk, nearly knocking over the black coffee mug that held your then-cold tea.

“You’re my wife.” he grows into your ear.

You are bent backwards, resting on your elbows, your ass against the desk top, breathing heavy from the sudden, unexpected physical contact. His hard body is pressed firmly up against your.

“This,” he bit down on your ear lobe, “is mine.”

You yelp in pain and try to push him away, but he doesn’t move.

“These,” he continues, as he slides his hands under your black bra and fills each one with you C-cup breasts “are mine.”

His touch on your naked skin gives you goose bumps.

“And this,” he sneers as his fingers crept between your legs and rubs over the outside of your black lace g-string “is all mine.”

You feel that familiar tingle between your legs. He is turning you on and he knows it.

“You’re my personal little fuck toy.” He growls “No one else’s.” His fingers are still massaging your pussy through the sheer fabric.

“No one else’s.” you repeat. Your body is reacting to his touch. The fabric becomes damp with your juices.

“I’m going to fuck you.” he whispers “I’m going to fuck you hard. And I don’t care if you get off or not. This is going to be just for me. You’ve been a bad girl. And bad girls don’t get rewarded.”

Kendall stops touching you, reaches down, and undoes his pants, his rock hard cock springing free like an animal that has been caged for far too long. Then he picks you up and drops you down on top of the desk. He pushes you backwards so that your back is against the desk top and your legs are dangling over the side. Then he positions himself between your legs, pulled your g-string to the side, and enters you.

Kendall fucks you hard from the very first thrust, stretching your pussy to accommodate his swollen cock. Your hands are gripping the edge of the desk to try to keep from sliding back.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” he asks you through gritting teeth.

“I do.” you moan. You love the way it feels.

Kendall fucks you for a long time. With each thrust you feel him taking out all of his anger and frustration, punishing you, punishing your pussy.

Finally you can’t hold back anymore. Your pussy starts squeezing around his cock, as you reach orgasm. You hear him mutter a curse word, as he fills you with his cum.

Kendall collapses on top of you, breathing heavy, stroking your hair. You know that all is well with you two again.

Your pussy aches. Your arms are burning from the way that you had been holding on to the desk. Your sweat dripping off your forehead, you are trying to catch your breath.