I stormed into Howard’s house, my red curls flying as I slammed the door behind me. “That cheating piece of shit!” I hissed, marching into the living room where he sat with his beer. “Charlotte?” he asked, setting the bottle down. “What’s wrong?” “Your son fucked some whore behind my back,” I spat, pacing in front of him. “Texts, pictures, the whole fucking mess. I came here because I needed to tell someone who might actually care. “Howard stood, his broad frame looming over my small body. “I’m sorry, sweetie. That’s rough.” His hand settled on my shoulder and stayed there. I met his eyes, my green gaze darkening with something you know what?” I said, voice dropping low and husky. “Fuck him. I want pay back.” I yanked Howard down by his shirt and crushed my mouth to his. My tongue shoved past his lips while my fingers tore at his belt. Howard growled, hoisting me onto the kitchen counter. He ripped my shorts down, revealing my tight shaved pussy. Two thick fingers plunged inside my tight virgin hole, pumping hard. “You’re fucking soaked,” he muttered ” Shut up and fuck me,” I demanded, spreading wider. I fished his heavy cock out and stroked it fast. Howard lined up and drove in deep, spearing my virginity in one brutal thrust.
I cried out, nails raking his back as he started pounding me. My juices slicked his shaft with every slam. He gripped my hips, fucking me hard on the counter while I moaned like a desperate slut.
“Harder, Howie,” I begged, legs locked around him. “Fill me up.”
Howard hammered into me relentlessly, the wet slap of flesh echoing. He flipped me over, bent me across the counter, and slammed back in from behind, spanking my ass until it glowed red. I shoved back, taking every thick inch.
“Gonna cum,” he snarled.
“Do it,” I panted. “Knock me up.”
Howard buried himself to the balls and erupted, flooding my unprotected womb with hot, thick ropes of cum. I came hard around him, my pussy milking every drop as his seed pumped deep inside me.
When he finally pulled out, cum trickled down my thighs. I turned, kissed him again, and grinned wickedly. “Your son can rot. This little firecracker belongs to you now.”
