A small sound of feminine satisfaction escaped me as I quickly became an addict for him, nuzzling into his crotch like a sex-starved nympho.

He hissed in a breath as I began to bob my head, taking in as much of him as I could. His brows lowered and his lips pursed as he watched closely while I desperately sucked his cock in the back of a limo on our disastrous wedding night. On my knees, with my small hand wrapped around the thick length of him, jerking lightly as I tried to take all of it, but gagged until threads of saliva coated his straining, rock-hard dick.

My husband, it would seem, liked that, because as I puffed and panted, desperate to breathe, he rocked his hips, forcing more of him into my throat until I was red-faced, choking on his cock.

I took it. Dare I say, part of me even enjoyed being used in this way. And when he pulled back and I sat there, open mouthed and gasping for air, he pulled me up on shaking legs, reached under my dress and yanked down my panties before having me settle in across his lap. My knees on either sides of his thighs, there was no time for modesty when he lifted my skirt and found my weeping pussy. Taking his cock in hand, he swiped the head of him through my wet folds and when he was satisfied that I was as ready as he was, he lined us up and took my hips in his large hands. I settled one hand on his stomach and the other on his uninjured shoulder. Then, as the tip of his dick kissed my needy hole, he looked me dead in the eye and muttered, “You’re going to have to beg harder than that.” He pulled me down as he threw his hips upwards.

He filled me until I felt stretched in a way I had never felt before and I cried out in shock, gasping loudly, collapsing into him and bringing my forehead to his. And then, he fucked me. His hips pumped relentlessly and all I could do was whine like a bitch in heat and hold on for the ride.

He was angry, I could tell. He needed this, and I gave it to him as reparation.

A hand reached under my skirt. Roughly, he grabbed the place where ass met hip and squeezed hard enough to make me wince. The obscene sound of sex, of wet squelching and skin slapping skin echoed throughout the small space and when I closed my eyes, a light slap to my cheek startled me.

His eyes bore into mine. He spoke through gritted teeth. “Don’t you fucking close your eyes. I won’t let you pretend I’m somebody else. I want you to see it all. See me. Watch what I’m doing to you. Hate me for it.”