THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG

HIS QUICKY!

Why are you home!? Evelyn slammed the door behind her.

Marcus let out a sigh. They where now in their home apparently in the living room.

Why did you come there, how did you know I would be there ? Evelyn asked looking at him.

Marcus remained silent. He didn't know whether to get angry or feel embarrassed at what transpired at the neighbors house.

For f***s sake, answer me! Evelyn yelled at him. Her face red with anger.

Marcus rushed towards her, Evelyn immediately thought he was going to hit her and for that second she froze where she stood.

Marcus pressed his lips against hers. Sucking hungrily on them, he wanted them, he wanted her, that was why he was home.

Evelyn pushed him off when her senses returned. What is wrong with you? She said in a calm voice.

You are what's wrong with me. He said and continued, why did you just storm of like that this morning, and see what you are putting on. He paused then sighed, didn't you see what the neighbor had on, can't you dress like that. He gently touched her cheek, you are beautiful... please make it show.

Are you comparing me with the neighbor, with my friend. Evelyn wasn't happy.

I didn't know she was your friend. Marcus chuckled.

Why are you home? She repeated the question.

You left me hanging this morning. Do you know how "hard" I was this morning. I tried so much to control myself if not I would have been in a hotel by now having a hot threesome.

Evelyn slapped him hard across the face, she was fumming.

Sometimes I wonder if I was wrong, he said...he could feel the heat on his face from the slap.

You better keep on talking ! Evelyn said.

What happened to us, we weren't like this before marriage or is it because we got married? Marcus said.

This is all because of you....

Marcus held her palm and pressed on it lightly. We should see a marriage counselor, he said interrupting her.

No..no..no.. I'm not going to sit in a chair and tell some stranger that my husband can't control his s*x drive. Evelyn shot at him.

So the problem is me.. Marcus mopped around for a few seconds before continuing, you don't please me, I try so hard to make this marriage work...

Are you saying I don't want this marriage to work? Evelyn interrupted him.

No..he said and walked closer to her. I love you, that's why I married you. He pecked her lips.

I love you too. Evelyn mumbled.

So..can I have my quicky...

Evelyn frowned. You said that this morning...

I want you..

She stared at him, reluctant, you want to do it here. She mumbled.

Uhum..he nodded. His wife may be stubborn sometimes but she loves him and he loved her more.

Marcus pulled her close onto the living room couch and kissed her hard. She turned her face away at first.

"We shouldn't… not here," she whispered again, but her lips were already parting under his.

He kissed her deeper, tongue sliding into her mouth. One hand pushed up her shirt while the other worked her pants down. She made a small sound of protest, yet her fingers clutched his shoulders instead of pushing him away.

When he got her underwear off, he pushed her legs open and rubbed the head of his c**k against her p***y. She was already wet.

Her body wanted him, she wanted him as much as he did her but s*x wasn't the only thing in marriage, to her he doesn't realize that.

"Wait slow down," she breathed, but her hips lifted a little toward him.

He pushed inside her in one steady thrust. She gasped, nails digging into his back. He was moving too fast, she didn't like when he did that but her body wanted him now. It will be hard to believe that minutes ago she was against him inside her.

"It feels… too much," she said, voice shaky, yet she didn't tell him to stop. Her legs slowly wrapped around his waist as he started moving.

He f****d her deep on the couch, the only sounds the wet slap of skin and her quiet, reluctant moans. Every time she tried to turn her face away, he kissed her again until she kissed him back.

"I shouldn't like this," she whispered against his mouth, but her p***y tightened around him with every thrust.

He kept going, harder now, holding her hips so she couldn't squirm away. Her protests got softer, turning into broken little sounds each time he buried himself inside her.

It only lasted about ten minutes and she wished it lasted longer. She loved her husband's d**k, the way he f**k's her only if he didn't want to do it everyday.

When he finally came, he pushed deep and stayed there, filling her p***y with his c*m. She shuddered under him, eyes half-closed, body trembling as her own orgasm hit her even while she still looked conflicted.

He stayed inside her for a moment longer, breathing hard, before slowly pulling out.

Evelyn as if realizing herself looked between her legs to see his slimy, milky c*m in her entrance and some on her thighs.

Did you just c*m inside me? She asked Marcus who was now zipping his trousers.

Yeah! Oh..I forget. He muttered.

Evelyn sat up, still half naked. We talked about this already...this is disgusting, what if I get pregnant?

And I will be a glad father! Marcus responded.

Don't c*m inside me again. She said warningly.

You don't want to take pills neither do you want me to use protection. Sometimes I wonder what your problem really is! Marcus said angrily.

Evelyn scoffed. You could have just c*m outside.

I didn't have time to think of that, why didn't you remind me? He said.

How will I know when you are about to c*m. She shot at him.

But I know when you are about too...he said.

They kept on arguing until Marcus angrily left the house, Evelyn went to wash up after he left. She was definitely seeing a doctor the next day, pregnant isn't on her list for this year.