He was coming home from work soon and he was raging. It was from hormones and longer hours at his job and the fact we hadn’t fucked in weeks. I was insanely tight and horny, and had been trying to get him horny enough to fuck almost every single night but he had been at work for so much longer, he was tired and long, rough sex wasn’t really possible.

One day I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew what he liked though, and I checked the time. I had two hours until he came home. If I didn’t make dinner. Forget food. I wanted his meat. I picked his favorite outfit that he liked on me – barely anything, lace red and black.

I was so horny it hurt, my crotch was sore and itchy and I felt it running through my legs and up my bloodstream. I was in the middle of changing into some lingerie when he came home early. Of all the days for him to come home early, it was today. I had planned on preparing the room but now, forget it. i knew it was going to rough but i didn’t care. I slid into the lace right when he came in and he just stared at me. His eyes moved all over my short, five foot figure. I wanted him so bad and he knew it. I was ready to seduce him under my gaze. I started moving towards him, but I didn’t have to. He ran at me and forcefully started kissing me and biting my lips.