Rough Passion Unleashed

Husband, Jake, dominates his wife Aly, roughly but passionately, she gives him amazing passionate head, he fucks her in every position flipping her all different ways including flipping her half on her side where she looks back as he pounds her from above. He drinks her breast milk as she is riding him, fucking her roughly from beneath until she cums. He then bends her over and fucks her pussy from behind until he cums deep inside her.

Jake slammed Aly against the wall, his forearm pinning her throat just hard enough to make her breath hitch. His other hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head back as he claimed her mouth—hot, possessive, his tongue driving deep like he was already fucking her. She whimpered into the kiss, her nails digging into his shoulders, her hips jerking against the hard line of his cock straining against his jeans. The sharp bite to her lip made her gasp, her pulse fluttering under his grip. "On your fucking knees," he ordered, voice dark and graveled. Aly dropped without hesitation, her fingers trembling as she tore at his belt. The second his cock sprang free—thick, flushed, already slick at the tip—she moaned, licking a slow stripe up the underside before swallowing him down. Her lips strained around him, her throat working as she took him deep, gagging slightly when he shoved her head down, forcing her to take every inch. "That's it, baby," Jake snarled, his grip tightening in her hair. He fucked her mouth in short, brutal thrusts, his hips snapping forward as spit dripped down her chin. "Suck me like you fucking mean it." She hollowed her cheeks, her tongue pressing hard against the vein beneath his shaft, and the groan he let out was raw, animal. When he yanked her up, she barely had time to blink before he spun her around and bent her over the bed, hiking her leg up over his shoulder. One rough shove and he was inside her, her wet heat clamping around him instantly. Aly screamed as he bottomed out, her fingers twisting in the sheets. "Fuck, you're dripping for me," he growled, pistoning into her with a rhythm that knocked the breath from her lungs. The slap of skin was obscene, her ass reddening under each punishing thrust. He leaned down, biting her shoulder as his hand snaked around to pinch her nipple—hard—her milk beading on his fingers before he brought them to his mouth. "Taste yourself," he demanded, shoving his wet fingers between her lips. She sucked them clean, moaning around them as her pussy clenched tighter. Jake pulled her up, her back flush against his chest as he dragged her onto his lap. She rode him with frantic, uneven bounces, his fingers digging bruises into her hips. "Come on my cock," he hissed in her ear, his teeth grazing her neck. "Now." The command shattered her. Aly arched, her body locking around him as she came with a sob, her thighs shaking. He didn't let up, fucking her through it until his own release ripped through him—deep, pulsing fills that had her whimpering at the heat flooding her. Then he flipped her onto all fours, driving into her one last time, his cum dripping down her thighs as he ground out, "Mine."

Jake’s fingers tangled in Aly’s hair again, dragging her head back against his chest. His other hand slid down her stomach, through the slick mess between her thighs, rubbing circles over her clit—just rough enough to make her gasp. “You’re not done,” he growled, voice thick with hunger. Her body jerked as another orgasm crashed into her, her walls fluttering around him, still buried deep inside. He laughed low in his throat, grinding against her ass, letting her feel every twitch of his cock as he stayed hard. “Turn over.” Aly barely had the strength to obey, but his grip forced her onto her back. Jake pinned her wrists above her head, his knees spreading her thighs wide. He pushed back in with a single sharp thrust, his mouth descending on her nipple, sucking hard as milk spilled onto his tongue. She cried out, arching off the bed, but he didn’t slow—just fucked her harder, his hips slamming into her with bruising force. His teeth grazed her collarbone, then bit down as he came again, filling her until she could feel it leaking out beneath them. “Gonna keep you like this all night,” he muttered against her skin. “Dripping me.”

Jake dragged Aly’s legs up, folding her nearly in half as he drove into her again, her pussy swollen and oversensitive from his relentless pace. His fingers dug into the backs of her thighs, holding her open as he bottomed out with a groan, his cock pulsing inside her—still rigid, still hungry. She whimpered, her toes curling as another shudder rolled through her. "Jake—*please*—" His hand cracked against her inner thigh, the sharp sting making her gasp. "You don’t beg unless I say you can." He rocked into her slower now, deliberately deep, each thrust grinding his pelvis against her clit until she was shaking. When his thumb pressed against her asshole, she tensed—but his grip on her thigh tightened warningly. "Relax," he ordered, spitting between her cheeks before working the tight ring with rough, insistent circles. Aly bit her lip hard, her hips jerking as he pushed just the tip inside, her body clenching around both invasions. Jake’s breath came ragged against her ear. "Take it." He didn’t wait, fucking her pussy and stretching her ass in brutal sync, her moans spiraling higher with every thrust. Her nails scraped down his back, drawing a growl from his chest as he pinned her down, hips pistoning until she came again—screaming, her vision whiting out. Only then did he let go, spilling hot over her stomach with a curse, his cum streaking her skin. Panting, Jake smirked down at her wrecked body. "Told you," he murmured, dragging two fingers through the mess and pushing them into her mouth. "All night."

Jake’s fingers slid from her mouth to her throat, tilting her chin up as he leaned in, tasting himself on her tongue. His free hand trailed down, smearing cum from her stomach to her cunt, rubbing it into her swollen lips before shoving two fingers back inside. Aly keened, her thighs trembling—overstimulated, but still arching into his touch. “Still greedy,” he taunted, twisting his fingers deep, watching her flinch. “Think you can come again?” Before she could answer, he hauled her upright, spinning her onto her knees. The head of his cock pressed against her ass again, slick with her own wetness now. A sharp slap landed on her cheek, the sting making her gasp as he pushed in slow, stretching her tight heat inch by inch. Aly buried her face in the sheets, muffling a whimper as he bottomed out, his hips flush against her. Jake gripped her waist, his rhythm ruthless—short, punishing thrusts that had her seeing stars. One hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back as he fucked into her harder, his other hand slipping around to rub her clit raw. “Scream for me,” he demanded. She did, shattering as another orgasm tore through her, her body clamping down on him like a vise. Jake groaned, his pace faltering before he buried himself to the hilt, filling her ass with thick, hot pulses. Collapsing over her, he bit her shoulder, right where the tattoo of her ex husbands name was written in a heart, breath ragged. “This doesn’t mean shit anymore, you belong to me now!”

Jake pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with her slick and his own spend. He turned Aly onto her back again, his palm pressing into her sternum to keep her pinned. His thumb circled one nipple, still wet with milk, as his other hand slid down to cup her ruined pussy. "Look at you," he murmured, spreading her open with his fingers, watching her clench uselessly around nothing. "Still pulsing. Still *hungry*." He spit onto her folds, rubbing the mess between them before dragging his cockhead through it, teasing—then slipping back inside with a satisfied grunt. Aly arched, her breath hitching as he filled her again, too sensitive but unable to resist the stretch. Jake chuckled darkly, rolling his hips in slow, filthy circles, grinding his pelvis against her clit with every movement. "Gonna milk every last drop from you tonight," he promised, gripping her ankle and pushing her leg toward her chest, sinking even deeper. She gasped as his teeth nipped at her calf, then her toes—sucking two into his mouth unexpectedly, his tongue curling between them before biting down just enough to make her whimper. "Jake—" "Shut up," he growled, dragging her foot down his chest, smearing her wetness across his skin before slamming into her hard enough to knock the air from her lungs. "Just take it." His rhythm was brutal now, each thrust forcing another broken sound from her throat, her body pliant beneath his weight. When his fingers found her clit again, rough and unrelenting, Aly sobbed—coming undone once more as he filled her for the third time, hot and possessive. Jake didn’t pull out this time. He stayed buried inside her, his breath hot against her neck. "I own every fucking inch of you."

Jake’s hands slid down Aly’s sweat-slicked sides, fingers digging into the soft give of her hips as he shifted his weight, dragging his cock halfway out before slamming back in with a grunt. She gasped, her body clenching involuntarily around him—still so tight, even after everything. “Fuck,” he muttered, sinking his teeth into her shoulder again, marking her in the same spot as before. “Still trying to fight it?” His hand snaked between them, thumb finding her swollen clit, pressing down in slow, cruel circles. “You’re dripping, Aly. **Dripping.**” She whimpered, thighs shaking, her nails biting into his forearms as another orgasm coiled low in her stomach. Jake laughed—dark, satisfied—and fucked her through it, his thrusts deep and deliberate, dragging the tip of his cock against that spot inside her that made her vision blur. When he finally pulled out, her cunt was a mess—his cum leaking onto the sheets, her own slick glistening between her thighs. Jake grabbed her ankle, hauling her leg up to his mouth, tongue dragging a hot stripe from her heel to her toes before sucking two into his mouth with a hungry groan. “You taste like heaven” he growled, biting down just enough to make her jerk. Then he flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up, and drove back into her without warning. Aly’s scream was muffled by the mattress, her back arching as he pinned her down, one hand fisting in her hair, the other spreading her open wider. “One more,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Give it to me.” And like always—she did.

Jake’s grip tightened in her hair as he fucked her harder, his hips snapping forward with bruising force. The wet slap of skin filled the room, her cunt so swollen and used that every thrust sent a shudder through her. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re gonna milk me dry, aren’t you?” he growled, dragging his teeth over her earlobe before biting down. Aly whined, her thighs quivering as another wave of pleasure built, her body betraying her with how easily it responded. Jake’s palm cracked against her ass, the sharp sting making her clench around him with a broken cry. “Fucking—*there*,” he hissed, feeling her walls flutter, his cock twitching as his own release coiled tight. He reached around, fingers finding her clit again—ruthless, unforgiving—and within seconds, she was coming apart, her whole body locking up as she sobbed into the sheets. Jake swore, fucking her through it, his rhythm stuttering as his hips jerked erratically. Heat spilled deep inside her, his groan ragged against her spine, his fingers digging crescent moons into her hips. Panting, he collapsed onto her, his weight pinning her to the mattress, his softening cock still buried in her wrecked cunt. “Mine,” he muttered against her skin, licking a stripe up her shoulder blade before nipping at the tender flesh. “Every. Fucking. Drop.”