“I want you to f**k me hard, Luther. I want you to be as rough as you can. Treat me like a w***e, take me like a beast,” Alicia gasped, her voice ragged with desperate pleasure, as she wrapped her legs high around my shoulders.
Her words were a physical blow that knocked me completely out of my senses, and for a minute, my mind went blank. A w***e? A beast? Here was my wife, the woman I worshipped, demanding I treat her roughly, without reverence. But how could I ever bear to treat her like that when all I knew was pleasuring her like a goddess?
How could I bear to be rough with her when the slightest thought of accidentally harming her filled me with a cold dread? I wanted to ravage her, yes, but only with a hungry adoration, never with cruelty.
I was instantly conflicted, torn betwee
