“Did I hurt you?” exclaimed an overly concerned Rob.
“A little,” she admitted. “But it felt really good too.” She grinned lasciviously at him. “Do it again, but don’t let go this time.” Pulling his hand to her other breast she indicated exactly what she wanted.
“Are you sure?”
“Do it.”
Rob wanted to please his wife with her new, strange request. He brought his finger and thumb together—hard—on her n****e. The reaction was much the same: a hiss of pain, the arching of the back, but this time he didn’t let go. She writhed around and beat the mattress with her fists until:
“Stop! Stop! f**k that hurt!”
“I thought you wanted me—”
“I did,” she said, grabbing his face and kissing him. “It hurt, but it was good. Now f**k me.” She tugged at his body, encouraging him to mount her.
Rob didn’
