Emily guided the key card into the slot, the lock clicked open. She and her new husband James strolled into their honeymoon suite with that newlywed glow. Emily kicked off her heels and collapsed on the king-sized bed, her lacy white lingerie leaving little to the imagination.
"Come here, you," she purred, crooking a finger at James and beckoning him over with a coy smile.
James needed no further encouragement. In two strides he was on top of her, crushing his mouth against hers in a hungry kiss. Emily wrapped her legs around his waist, desperate to feel him inside her.
But James had other ideas. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. "Not so fast, Mrs. Smith," he growled, grinding his hips against hers. "I'm in charge tonight."
Emily's eyes flashed. Oh, it was on then. With a burst of strength, she rolled them over, straddling James and shoving him down into the mattress. "You wish," she hissed, fumbling with his belt buckle.
James chuckled darkly. Lightning quick, he flipped her onto her back again, his hand sliding up her inner thigh. "Fighting me only makes me want to dominate you more," he purred, teasing her through her soaked panties.
"Maybe I want to be dominated," Emily taunted breathlessly. "Go ahead and try."
James yanked the flimsy lace aside and plunged two fingers deep into her dripping core. Emily cried out, inner walls clenching greedily around him.
Just as quickly, he withdrew, smacking her inner thigh with a sting. "Too easy," he smirked. "I'm going to make you beg for it."
James stood and took a step back, taking in the sight of his bride - hair mussed, lips swollen, back arched wantonly off the bed. "Take them off," he ordered, gesturing to her bra and panties. "Slowly."
Emily glared but obeyed, sliding the scraps of lace down her limbs torturously slow. She watched James palm himself through his slacks, her mouth watering.
When she was bare, he guided her to her hands and knees, bringing a palm down on her ass with a resounding smack. Emily yelped, a fresh flood of arousal gushing between her thighs. James kneaded the reddening flesh, his other hand fisting in her hair.
"You like that, don't you, you filthy girl?" he rasped, guiding himself to her entrance. "You want me to split you open on my cock?"
"God yes," Emily whined, pushing back against him. "Please James, I need it!"
He obliged with a brutal thrust, spearing into her molten heat. Emily howled, back bowing at the sudden intrusion. James set a punishing pace, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with every snap of his hips.
"Oh fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, angling to hit that spot deep inside her. "Taking every fucking inch like a good wife."
The filthy words only stoked Emily's fire higher. "Harder!" she demanded breathlessly, clenching down on him like a vice. "Fuck me like you hate me!"
James released her hair to wrap around her throat instead, applying just enough pressure to make her light-headed. He fucked her in earnest, drilling into her willing body with animalistic intensity.
They rutted like beasts, grunting and snarling utterances that could hardly be called words. The obscene sound of skin on skin echoed through the suite, joined by Emily's whorish moans and James' bestial roars.
James pistoned in and out of her clasping sheath, his pelvis grinding against her swollen clit. Emily's thigh muscles quivered, signaling her impending orgasm. She clamped down on him like a fist, milking his throbbing cock for all she was worth.
"Fuck, I'm going to- ah, shit, James!" Emily threw her head back, keening loudly as her climax crashed over her. Her cunt rippled wildly, suckling at his shaft as if to draw out his release.
The rhythmic squeezing finally pushed James over the edge. With a guttural shout, he slammed into her one last time, his cock jerking as he painted her cervix with his hot seed.
They collapsed together on the mussed sheets, sweat-slicked and panting. James still twitched inside her, pleasure sparking up his spine at the sensation of her fluttering around his sensitized flesh.
After a long moment, he pulled out with a gush of fluid. Emily shivered as his cum trickled out of her stretched hole, an intense feeling of satisfaction settling in her bones.
James propped himself up on an elbow, grinning down at his thoroughly debauched bride. "Well, Mrs. Smith," he rumbled, swiping a thumb over her kiss-bruised lips. "Care for round two?"