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[He's not the only one thinking about hands all over. That's the one thing Kenzi's missing here, getting to explore his marble statue bod with her hands and her mouth and her tongue, every single inch of him-- but that's another fuck, another time entirely. They've been so pent up and wanting that fast and rough seems to fit better with the unplanned, spontaneous nature of it all.]

Oh, I can handle it. If that's a challenge, you're on, cuddlebunny. [She doesn't want him to think she's not adventurous or that she's inexperienced. She totally has experience, it's just... mostly sub par in general from what she can remember. She wants Rumlow to know she can keep up. She's not fragile, either.

His eyes flick down and she takes the opportunity to go for his neck for a change. If she's gonna have to use excessive amounts of concealer in public, he's gonna get a mark, too. She licks, sucks, and bites the skin until she's satisfied with the pattern of broken blood vessels. She lifts her head, looking at him coyly and gently ghosts her lips against his before pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth.]

Do your worst, husband. I'm so ready.

[Rumlow only gets to snort in amusement at the pet name for a moment -- Kenzi's got other plans. Fixing her mouth at his throat, he growls his pleasure at the sensation, just enough pain that it gets his blood boiling for a whole new reason. Something ripples through him, incenses him even more than just this nasty hot fuck.

She throws him the challenge and Rumlow is so ready to meet it. He gives her a look, wicked in the face of her false innocence. They both want to turn things up, so Rumlow thinks a little change of position is in order. Something to show her exactly what she's gotten herself into (even if Rumlow isn't so sure himself).

He sinks in deep, rumbling at how tight her cunt feels around him still, even after being fucked open until now. Might end up going deeper with what he's got in mind, gathering her close so she doesn't have to lean her weight against the door any longer. He kisses her as he steps back a bit, giving her some room. Rumlow knows she's not gonna like this next part, but she can deal for a moment.]

Put your foot on the floor, slow and easy. I gotta pull out for a sec.

[Planting another kiss to the corner of Kenzi's mouth, Rumlow squats a little to compensate, arms loosening as his hips draw back, cock sliding free of her. The cooler air on his dick makes him shiver, and he can't help but look down to see the shaft glistening with her slick. God damn, that's hot. It'd look even better with the pearly white of his own come, he thinks.]

[Slow and easy, he says, as if there's any other way un-pretzel herself. She's not a gymnast, Rumlow, do you know how hard it is to keep up the sexy atmosphere when you're actually sort of a klutz sometimes? Slow and easy is definitely the name of the game as she regains her footing.

The quick kiss does nothing to make up for the fact that his dick is no longer inside her and the sensation is gone, practically back to square one on the orgasm meter, and she's having trouble readjusting to live without a giant cock stretching her out and filling her up. Was there ever a time before that? What year is it? How is she supposed to function now? LIFE IS MEANINGLESS!

But she gets an actual look at it, now. Erect. Bigger. Terrifying. Still pierced. Nice and wet from her cunt, which, by the way, should get some kind of award or recognition. Seriously. She is proud of her own vajayjay right now. Seriously proud. Taking all that D without liquid courage or some kind of safety, back up plan intact? Nice. She's feeling kind of smug right now, and it show when she smiles up at Rumlow.

She's gonna suck this dick one day. #goals. #lifeaccomplishments.]

I feel like it's been longer than a sec. [And she's really trying not to whine here, but COME ON, MAN! You gave her a taste, and she's eager for more!] You're not getting any younger, babe.

[Hehehehehehheh. Old man joke.]

[Rolling his eyes at her joke, Rumlow promptly picks Kenzi up and walks her over towards the counter. The mirror on the wall gives a nice, full view of the two of them as he spins his wife around. His hand strokes up her back, pushing her down so that she can brace against the counter while he takes hold of his cock and lines it back up.

He looks at her reflection, eyes dark and expression predatory. Rubbing his dick between her folds, Rumlow teases for just a few moments before he sinks back inside. The welcoming heat of her has his eyes narrow cat-like and his hand drops away from his dick to give her ass a nice firm squeeze. He looks down, biting his lip in due appreciation. A quick swat sounds in the bathroom and Rumlow resumes plundering that sweet cunt.]

Think I'm old, hunh? [He asks, quickening the pace as he braces Kenzi's hips with both hands. Rumlow watches in the mirror as he fucks her, knows she's watching too and that makes it even better.] You even gonna be able to keep up with me?

[Oh, it's a challenge. Not one Rumlow fully expects Kenzi to conquer, but Hell, any effort is worthwhile to him. He likes an active participant. He doesn't really believe she's just bark. He bets she's got a little bite in that tiny bod of hers.]

[Brace herself? She literally curls against it, arm reaching out to push against the mirror when he stops teasing and finally gives her what she wants. It feels so good, even better than the last time, especially with him pawing at her ass like that followed by the sting of the swat. Her head comes back up and she grins at him through the mirror, laughing breathlessly. She liked that. She actually liked that a lot. Even more than the pleasure/pain, she likes that look on his face, the look in his eyes. There really is a lot they don't know about each other.

He starts fucking her again and it's still somehow not enough. Different angle, deeper, a full view of him standing over her where she can really appreciate his amazing body and she still wants more. The challenge rings through, she gets what he's saying.

The smile on her face gets a bit darker and she adjusts her hands on the counter. It gives her enough stability to push back against his cock, rocking in time with his thrusts, moving forward when he starts to pull away only to meet him when he drives his hips back towards her ass. Better. Harder. She can barely think of anything but how amazing it feels, and she can't take her eyes off him in the mirror.

She starts to get louder, too. Moaning as he fucks her, crying out when the piercing brushes up against all those sensitive nerves. She's never seen herself like this. Hair spilling over her shoulders, tits bouncing as she gets absolutely ruined by this stupidly-good-looking guy and his stupid penis.]

Okay, okay. I take it back. You're not old-- Fuck, Brock-- [Anything else she was going to say gets swallowed up in a strangled cry.]

[Oh, Rumlow thinks. Kenzi wants to play. She starts giving back, holding herself against the counter and fucking back onto his dick like a hungry little kitten. God, he loves it. They move together in tandem, the smack of their bodies loud, but not enough to drown out those fucking moans. She's like a porn star, but 500x hotter. (Mostly because she's real and she's his.) She looks so goddamn good in the mirror, Rumlow can't decide what he likes watching the most.

The wicked grin returns, making sure Kenzi knows just how he devastates her. Bets if they keep this up, she'll come without even playing with her clit. He slides a hand up her back, a thin sheen of sweat coating her skin. Gathering a handful of hair, he gently pulls, tipping back her head so he can get a better view of those perky little tits.]

Tell me what you need, sweetheart. [He rumbles, glancing down at his cock plunging into her, so fucking wet he swears she's already come.] You're dripping already, Kenzi.

[He smears a finger along the edge of her folds, lifts it up so she can see. Rumlow sucks it into his mouth, eyes slitting closed at the taste. She's sweet. Somehow, that seems perfect for her.]

[She couldn't fake this if she tried. Trust her on that. She's a good actress, but she's not this good. The fact that she can barely remember anything has nothing to do with the fact that she can't remember ever being this close without some extra stimulation.

She arches her back when he slides his hand up, further enforcing that kitten imagery. There's something she'd like to be lapping at later, too, he's really not far off the mark. He's got her working for this and it makes her want it that much more. She mewls when he lifts his finger to his lips and sucks on her wetness, struggling to keep her eyes open at it sends another electric shock to her soaking wet cunt and lights it the fuck up.

It's building now. She's two seconds away from a shuddering orgasm. What does she need? What does she really need from him right now? The answer surprises her a little.]

Pull harder.

[Be rougher. Leave bruises on her hips from holding on too tight and fuck her senseless.]

I'm so close. Brock, please. Just-- [Here. She reaches back to grab his wrist and guides his hand to her throat. Damn. Either she really trusts this guy and feels super safe with him, or she's one of those girls with serious daddy issues that can't get off without a little danger.]

[It's funny to think at the beginning of this, Kenzi was almost too shy to strip down. Funny that getting skewered on his cock has her so thirsty for him that she's shifted into an incredibly kinky version of herself. It's a fucking jackpot, the way Rumlow sees it and he's all too glad to give her precisely what she wants. Doesn't skip a beat when he pulls her hair, letting that other hand curl around her neck, thumb tucking up beneath her jaw.

He feels her racing pulse, squeezes her throat just enough to offer the edge of fear, hips smacking so rough that he'd bet her ass might end up bruised, but fuck. Rumlow stares at her reflection, the way his hand looks so big around her delicate neck. God he just wants to fuck her all damn day. Leave her so sore and full of come she can't move.]

Yeah, 's a good girl, come for daddy...

[His fingers tighten in her hair, squeeze a little more around her throat. He can feel the blood pumping through her veins, pushing against him, pulse rapid from the adrenaline Rumlow would bet is flowing through her. It's got him, just from doing this, holding her right where he wants her, merciless as he fucks her just how she wants him to. The angle he's got, his piercing must be punching into her g-spot, driving her right up to the edge. He's gonna bet she comes hard.]

[LISTEN! At the beginning of this she didn't know what he was working with or if she was actually terrible in bed-- in... bathroom. She also didn't know she was into this shit. Now? It's all coming back to her.

HAHAHA WHAT? DID HE JUST-- shit. Okay, that was actually hot. Fuck. She's definitely more fucked up than she thought she was if that's what gets her eyelids fluttering and her cunt spasming. Pure pleasure washes over her in a wave that would have knocked her over if it wasn't for the strong hands holding her up and squeezing her throat. She does come hard, it practically wracks her body and lasts longer than she expects, perpetuated and prolonged by each additional thrust. She reaches back, grabbing at his waist and his ass, anything she can blindly get her hands on. Her hand eventually finds his arm, the one with the hand around her neck, and she squeezes his bicep as she rides out her orgasm. He can let go now. She kind of wants to breathe.

How is he not done? How the fuck is he still going? Don't guys normally nut in 3.5 seconds, leaving you to get there on your own, entirely disappointed and inconvenienced? This shit isn't normal. No wonder she wanted to put a ring on it, goddamn.]

You're not real. There's no way you're real. You're some kind of perfect sexbot or an alien... or a demon.

[She comes (practically on cue), and he swears he didn't think Kenzi could get tighter, but the way her cunt squeezes around him has Rumlow practically vibrating with pleasure. Hardly even slows him down, though he does relinquish the hold on her throat. Lets her hang onto his arm as he places it against the counter instead, bracing himself so he can keep up his merciless pace. Benefit to being in shape? All that stamina. She'll learn to keep up. Carefully withdrawing the other hand from her hair, Rumlow sets it on the counter too. Bracketed on both sides, he huffs while he continues to pound into her, betting he can drag her over the edge one more time before he's done.]

Sorry to disappoint.

[Rumlow says, panting softly as he grins at her in the mirror. A shudder rolls through him, knows he's getting there. Just gotta keep it up -- not that it's difficult. Kenzi's body is goddamn amazing, impossibly tiny in the fucking best way. Makes him want to haul her around and fuck her in every position they can imagine, stuff his thick cock into that tight little snatch and blow her mind until she can't handle it anymore.

Might be a stretch though, considering everything she's shown herself to be into. Quite a catch. It's no wonder he ended up marrying her. Besides the fact that she's hilarious and clever. (And needed a green card.)]

[No, please no. That's fine. She can't handle another one like that. If it wasn't for the counter and hanging off his arm, she'd be laying on the floor unable to move. Multiple orgasms are still a myth as far as she's concerned. Hell, she's lucky if she gets ONE with a normal, human sexual partner.

And then there's THIS GUY!]

Yeah? How sorry? How are you gonna make it up to me?

[She's still trying to catch her breath, still feeling little aftershocks that quickly start to build up all over again due to the fact that he's keeping up that pace. Jesuschrist. Everything's overly sensitive and she can't look at him in the mirror anymore because he's literally too gorgeous. Instead, she turns her head to kiss his arm and drag her teeth over his skin before lightly biting his bicep. Get wreckt, Achilles, your greek ass has nothing on these ridic muscles.

She wants to get him off. She wants him to lose it like she totally lost it and she wants him to suffer. Except, you know, not vengeful suffering. Mindshaking orgasm kind of suffering. Also? She really wants to know more about this kinky shit he's all about. He was supposed to be a NICE GUY!

This is better somehow.]

Do you like being called Daddy? Does it get you off, making the young girls scream?

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