In all the years that we’ve been married, I had never seen that look in his eyes. It was a look of hunger and desire, and while I know that he’s desired me plenty in the past, this look was different. There was a fire behind them that I don’t think I’d ever seen before then.

When he grabbed my hand and pulled me off the couch, I could feel an electricity in his touch. As we walked to the bedroom, he pulled me in front of me and gave me a hard swat on my ass. I yelped, but I loved it. I’ve always wanted him to be more physically dominant with me, and that was one hell of a good start.

As soon as we got into the bedroom, he grabbed me by the face and kissed me harder than he’d ever kissed me before. It was the kind of kiss you’d give someone if you’d been apart for a year and are seeing each other again for the first time.

Releasing his lips from mine, Dillon grabbed me by the back of my head and pushed me down onto my knees. Up until that point, he wasn’t saying anything to me. He didn’t have to. He was maneuvering me into whatever position he wanted me in, and I was more than happy to follow his lead.

Positioned where he wanted me, he slid off his pants, grabbed another handful of my hair and shoved his already stiff cock into my mouth. I started to move my mouth back and forth on it, but he stopped me. Instead, he held my head still and fucked my mouth.

I was amazed by the aggressiveness he was showing. I didn’t think he had it in him, but it was hot. Over and over, he plunged his thick dick into the back of my throat while I fought my gag reflexes with all I had. At one point, I couldn’t help but gag, and he responded by pushing his cock even deeper into my throat.

“Did he go down on you?”

“What?” I asked, not sure I heard him correctly.

Dillon pulled his dick out of my mouth.

“Did he lick your pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Did he make you cum while he licked your pussy?”

“No.”

“Amateur.”

He lifted me off the floor, kissed me hard again, and then threw me down onto the bed. He raised the lace nightgown I was wearing, pulled my panties to the side and buried his head between my legs.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head almost instantly as his tongue started lapping up all of my juices. There was something incredibly erotic about the fact that my husband had his tongue exactly where another man had been earlier in the evening.

He used one hand to spread my lips apart while the other was used to slide two fingers inside of me. Up and down and side to side, his tongue moved in a constant motion while he slowly began to move those fingers in and out of my tight hole.

Kevin was pretty damn good when it came to oral, but I doubted anyone would ever be able to compare to Dillon. He knew the right spots to touch and the exact ways to touch me. His tongue knew exactly how to move to make me feel good.

I started to moan and grabbed a handful of my husband’s hair. Dillon knew exactly what that meant. He was aware that hair grab meant I was getting close. He also knew exactly what to do to put me over the edge.

Using the hand that had been spreading my lips, he lubricated his middle finger with my wetness and slid it right into my ass. The new sensation brought me right to the brink, so Dillon curled his fingers inside my tight hole, pressing directly against my g-spot.

That was all it took for me to lose control. My legs began to shake, and my moaning turned into loud screams of pleasure.

“Fuck, Dillon! I’m going to cum all over your face.”

The curling of his fingers continued as he pushed up against my g-spot more and more. My hips rolled involuntarily as I threw my head back and let the sensations take over my body.

I came for what felt like forever. Every time I thought I was done, Dillon would press up with his fingers again, sending another wave of orgasms through my body. Even as I started to become sensitive, he wouldn’t stop. He only stopped when he decided I had had enough.

Once he slid his fingers out of my pussy, he climbed on top of me and kissed me. This was a change as he never kissed me after oral and I loved it. I could smell myself on him, and I enjoyed the way I tasted on his lips and his tongue.

From out of nowhere, he grabbed me around the outside of my thighs and yanked me forcefully to the edge of the bed.

“Now it’s time to take back what belongs to me,” he told me in a stern tone.

The tone of his voice was one that I had never heard him use before. It was demanding and dominating. More than anything else, it was hot as hell.

Positioned on the edge of the bed just how he wanted me, he spread my thighs apart and pushed himself into me. I moaned out in surprise because, again, it was out of character for him. He usually did things like rubbing his head on my clit and teasing before he slowly entered me inch by inch. Instead, he pushed himself all the way into me, nearly taking my breath away.

“Who’s pussy is this?” he asked.

“It’s yours, Dillon,” I moaned.

“I said who does this pussy belong to?” he demanded, pounding into me harder.

“It’s yours, Dillon. This pussy belongs to you!”

It only took a couple of minutes before I was coming again. I tried to wrap my arms around him, so I could pull him into me and kiss him. It’s something I love to do when I’m getting off, but he wasn’t having any of it. Instead, he reached down and started playing with my clit.

“You wanted to be a slut, right? Isn’t this what a little slut likes?”

“Yes, sir,” I moaned, surprised by what I had said.

“Sir? Yeah, I like that. You can fucking call me sir! Now, is the little slut going to cum for me?”

“Oh God, yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“Oh fuck! Yes, yes, sir! I’m coming, sir!”

What followed was easily the hardest, most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced up to that point. At one point, I even scared myself because it felt like I couldn’t get a breath. He kept sliding in and out me, pressing upward on my clit to ensure that my orgasm kept rolling. I felt like it was never going to stop, and I wasn’t sure I ever wanted it to.

Eventually, I came down from my Dillon-induced high, and he ordered me to get on all fours. Positioning himself behind me, he grabbed my hips and slammed his throbbing cock into my hole, which had been dripping since this all started.

“Was this how you were getting fucked when you called me?”

“Yes!”

A hard slap came down on my ass.

“I asked if this was how you were getting fucked when you called me?”

“Yes! This is how I was getting fucked when you called me.”

Another hard smack, this time on my other ass cheek. This one was harder and stung quite a bit, yet I loved it much more than the first.

“I’m only going to ask you this one more time, and you better answer correctly. Is this how you were getting fucked when you called me?”

“Yes, sir!” I shouted out, remembering the order he had given me earlier.

“Good, now let me show you how it should be done.”

He pounded into me hard and fast, smacking my ass here and there, catching me off guard and making me yell out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

He had never fucked me like that. Not even close. He was the type that always liked it soft, sweet, and sensual. While that is nice, there are times when a girl just wants her brains fucked out, and that’s what he was giving me. It was animalistic and territorial. It was as though seeing me with someone had set something off in him and he had to remind me who I belonged to.

Dillon was never in danger of losing me to the other man, and I’m pretty sure he knew it as well, but this was something evolutionary. It was like the experience triggered something within him that said he had to show an act of aggression to show who the real man was. I was happy to oblige him.

He pounded me so hard that at one point, the only sounds you could hear was my screaming and his balls smacking against my clit, echoing on the walls around us. I’d never had so many orgasms in one sex session as I did with him. He had unbelievable stamina. While he had never been a two pump chump, a good ten minutes was what I knew I could expect from him. Looking at the lock, he’d been fucking me hard for close to an hour.

I knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer as soon as he pushed me down flat on my stomach, his cock remaining deep inside of me. Dillon wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tightly while pushing into me as deep as he could.

“Tell me you want me to cum!” he ordered.

“I want you to cum, sir!”

“You want me to fill that pussy up, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir. Fill me up.”

“Oh my God, Kayla, I’m going to cum!”

“Cum for me, sir.”

“Oh fuck, Kayla! I love you so much!”

I could feel him beginning to throb and swell inside of me, which was something I’d never been able to feel before. Gripping the sheets, I wanted to feel him exploding inside of me, yet I didn’t want this experience to end. I wanted to continue feeling him inside of me while he made me his again.

He fucked me senseless for about another minute until he pushed deep into me and pumped me full of the biggest load he’d ever given me. I could feel the head of his cock pulsating as he unleashed himself into my wanting pussy, making us one.

Just like that, we were whole again. Just like that, he had fucked the other man out of me and made me his. When he was done, he rolled over and maneuvered his head to his pillows.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he whispered.

I slithered over to him, allowing him to pull me tightly into him. With his arm wrapped around me, I laid my head on his chest. A smile remained on my face until I eventually drifted off to sleep, Dillon leaking out of me. It was the best night ever.