Kissing Cousins 6

“I don’t have to take you talking to me that way,” Kevin warned. “I know you think you’re some kind of badass, but those abandoned ruins can’t tan your hide the way I can.”

Hearing him threaten her made Lara’s pussy grow hotter. God, she wanted to fuck him. If he weren’t so irritating, she’d be on him already. But she literally wouldn’t give Kevin the satisfaction.

“You’re right, there aren’t a lot of men in an abandoned ruin. But then, there isn’t one here, either,” she taunted him, an adrenaline rush hitting her like some sweet drug. There wasn’t an ounce of fear of him in her voice, and yet, deep at the core of her…

“Don’t tempt me,” Kevin growled, putting too much effort into the words, like an bad actor overselling a single line.

Lara tried not to laugh. She knew she was pushing him way too far, but what did she have to be worried about from him? Why not go all the way? “What are you going to do? Steal some more of my panties? Is that how you’re going to become a bloody influencer? Telling your legions of fans what my fanny smells like? God, I can’t believe you’re a Croft. Anyone with a drop of ancestral blood would rather kill themselves than be so pathetic.”

Kevin paused. He couldn’t believe his wife was asking for it like this, but if she was, she was going to get it. He had enough problems at work; the last thing he needed was more hostility at home. The home he worked so hard to keep in good standing, as befitted the Crofts’ name and status. Dissension here was unthinkable.

When Kevin moved, it was like a snake making the decisive sting on its prey. In a heartbeat he was in Lara’s face. He grabbed her by the neck and drew her to a kitchen chair, which he kicked to bring it out from under the breakfast nook. He sat down on it and yanked Lara down with it so she lay across his lap.

“Ask for it all you want, dear! I’ll give it to you alright!”

He ripped down her pajama bottoms and stared at her white hills, which swelled up as if seeking his gaze. They seemed to almost yearn to take his anger. And so Kevin lifted his hand high over his head and brought it down in a crisp impact that resounded through the kitchen.

“Oww!” Lara cried out in shock. Her ass was stinging now—without looking, it felt red as a beet! What had he done to her? She couldn’t believe it, but he must’ve spanked her…

“That’s a good start!” Kevin said. “But let’s hear you when it’s not such a surprise, my love!”

He couldn’t stop. Again and again he snapped his palm into her ass, tanning it bright red. But he was affected just as strongly. His cock was growing large, digging into Lara’s side, showing just how much he was enjoying what he was doing to her.

“Don’t you ever speak to me like that again!” Kevin grunted, punctuating each word with another cruel impact. “I am your husband and you will respect me as such!” And a final slap made her asscheeks jiggle so hard it seemed like they would never stop.

Her ass was on fire. Lara knew there would be no sitting down the following day. But she couldn’t stop.

“You’re my husband, huh?” she asked caustically. “Prove it, then! I don’t feel like your wife right now! Make me feel like your wife! Go on! Show me what that little todger can do! My fanny’s where it’s always been—bloody blighter!”

Kevin was almost shocked, but a larger part of him had known this was coming. He’d known it wouldn’t be enough to give Lara just a taste of his anger—he had to vent all of it to shut her up. He still didn’t know why striking her had swollen his prick so full, but his weapon was ready for  use and this was the time. He always wanted to get his rocks off; it seemed like this time, he would be showing Lara who was lord of the manor at the same time.

He shoved her off his lap and she dropped to the floor, sprawled on her back and staring up at him with her jaw set defiantly. She didn’t even try to pull up her pajamas, hide her wet snatch. She was like a prizefighter daring him to give her his Sunday punch.

And his cock felt like it was filled to the bursting point, equal parts hot blood and fertile semen. Perhaps it was about time he make Lara a mother like a good married Englishwoman should be. She was getting on in years… it was unnatural for her to go without children so long. Maybe she knew she had failed him in producing a heir and was taking out her frustrations on him as well as herself. That would explain why she seemed to invite his rough play. The missus bloody well knew it was called for.

Unzipping his fly, Kevin’s prick sprang out to its full length, pulling for Lara’s cunt as though it knew that was its destination. He shoved his hand into her throat to keep her still; his other hand guided his manhood to the mouth of her pussy.

“I should fuck you until your eyes roll up in your head,” he sneered at Lara, not realizing that this was exactly what she was hoping for.

“Try it!” was all Lara would let herself say.

With one all-consuming thrust, Kevin forced his way into her tiny hole. He didn’t want to hurt his wife… and he did, at the same time… but it seemed like hurting her with sex would give her enough pleasure to even things out. Like the spanking, he would never dream of doing such a thing out of the blue. It was only she was being such a brat. This had to teach Lara her lesson.

With her quivering sex closing around the tip of his member, Kevin wondered if he was doing the right thing after all. This was a hell of a way to treat his wife. Wait, wife? He and Lara weren’t married—

They should be, though. Her cunt felt heavenly. In fact, the convulsing muscles seemed so powerful, Kevin wondered if he’d ever get his prick back.

He would, of course. Even Lara couldn’t hold on forever—not through the rogering he was going to give her. His body gave a jerking heave and Lara really started to get it, with Kevin pumping in and out until he felt her juices dripping off his dick with every stroke.

It had been too long… he’d had no idea it was this good to fuck his wife! The sensations of her pulsing sex overwhelmed him, turning his erection into an instrument of pure ecstasy. Kevin told himself that he would have to do this more often! What was the point of being married to such a vixen if he denied himself this supreme pleasure even one single day?

“Oh, you little twat!” he grunted, slamming himself still harder into her womanhood. “Remembering what your place is now?”

“Yes, yes, nnhhh! I know I’m meant to be wrapped around this big cock! Fuck me!” she cried hoarsely. “Goddamn fuck me!”

What more does she want? Kevin asked himself. Typical of her to be such an ungrateful bitch. But I’ll show her to be careful what she wishes for.

Lara writhed below him, her pussy being serviced by Kevin’s manhood in ways she had never imagined possible. Her ass still stung from the spanking that had started their fuck, but however painful the ache was, it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it paired nicely with the sex, reminding her constantly that Kevin could as easily punish her body as satisfy it. Which made her feel even more his woman. Which made him pleasing her just about the natural order of things.

She felt his member stroke her clit on the way in, drag along it on the way out. It was a brutal caress compared to some of the tongues her clitoris had known, but it still excited her. Her legs went into the air, heels drumming on Kevin’s back in her desire for more.

“I’m almost there!” Kevin finally roared. “Almost ready to come!”

It was about to happen to Lara too. She could feel her desperate pussy going past her control, spasming with pleasure so intense it hurt worse than the spanking had. Her climax came in waves of demanding sensation, thrust into her as deep as Kevin’s foaming seed, whitening her womb and saturating her from the inside out with a warm, satiated glow.

She heard Kevin grunt with the end of his ejaculation and Lara knew she had taken it all, right down to his sweaty weight crushing down on her. She had nothing to fear from the crucible he threatened her with.

Not unless he gave it to her even harder next time.