The power of Dirty Pictures

I wanted him!  He’s been pretty busy lately. He has barely even looked at you this week, and that’s bothered me quite a bit. No sex, only hello-goodbye kisses, no pampering, nothing. And I was getting rather frustrated with it, so I decided to resort to something a little more drastic. Just to mess with him.

He texted back surprisingly a lot quicker than I had imagined.

“Babe, what are you trying to do to me? I’m at work.”

That was not the response I had wanted. Alright, fine.

I took another picture of myself and sent it to him on my phone.

A few minutes later, I received a text back.

“Babe, please button my shirt up. Or wear your shirt. And put your legs back together. Don’t do this to me at work!”

Alright, getting a little warmer.

This time, I pushed my breasts together as I leaned forward, opening my naked legs against the seat even wider and taking a picture above with the sexiest face I could make. And I added in the text, “My body is aching all over to feel you inside me. Come home to me and fix it.”

I didn’t receive an answer for quite a while.

Thirty minutes later,
He called me in his way in the car
“Scarlett! What the hell are you thinking to send those pictures to me?!”

Was he taking this tone with you? He was angry. Finally. Perhaps now he would feel your frustration. “You’ve been neglecting me.”

“Yeah, because I’ve been busy as fuck.”

I was feeling bold. Screw his job right now. “I don’t even care right now. You’ve been neglecting me.”

“How could you– You think I don’t want to?!”

“Want to what?” I asked innocently.

“Want to slam you against the wall and have my way with you, want to dig my fingers against your inner walls until you beg for me to take you, want to see your body writhing underneath me slick with sweat. You think I don’t want this?!”

“Why haven’t you done any of it then?”

“I can’t concentrate because of you!”

“So you liked those pictures, didn’t you, Jackson?”

“No, I hated them. How can you do that to me?! At work! Satisfied now?”

“Very.”

“I hate you so much right now… You’re going to get it when I get home. Lock the door if you’re scared because you’re going to get it.”

I chuckled. “Come get me.”

” You driving me insane ”

As soon as he parked and locked the car, he sprinted out. With great difficulty, he took out the key of the house from his pocket and popped the door open. Where is she?!

But I was standing there in front of the door, waiting for him wearing nothing but a bra, panties, and his unbuttoned dress shirt just like in the photos I had sent him earlier.

I couldn’t even say anything snarky before he pushed me against the nearest wall, his mouth crashing onto mine with his hands holding my cheeks. His hands couldn’t hold still, however, and they raked my hair to my skin from my exposed chest, down my stomach, and onto my thighs as he kissed me aggressively.

“I’m real,” he said into between kisses, “fed up with you today.” He gripped my thighs and yanked me up so that his pelvis pinned my lower body against the wall, making me feel his huge bulge in between my legs begging to burst through his pants. “Neglected you, have I?”

“Yes,” I huffed as I bit his neck.

“Ow.” He bit mine back, making me grab a fistful of his hair so that he wouldn’t move. I took another bite. “How dare you.” He managed to sink his tongue into my mouth, forcing my head back as I tried to fight back with him. When I didn’t give up, he slammed his lower body into mine, causing me to lose control momentarily. “I told you, you’re going to get it. You’re not going to have your way tonight. Don’t even think about fighting it.”

“You think you’re the only one who’s frustrated today?” I snapped as I bit and tugged at his ear.

He held me up with one hand squeezing my thigh, while the other hand grabbed my chin and forced it up as he nipped and sucked on my neck. “Do you like being bitten? Is that why you keep biting me?”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and ground my lower body against his. He growled and gripped my thighs against him, making sure that they were spread against him. He fingered at my womanhood through my panties as he carried me to the bedroom before dropping me onto the bed.

I immediately stood on my knees as he climbed onto the bed, pushing him so that he was in sitting with his legs out. I spread my thighs open on his lower region, trapping him against the bed as I held his face and twirled my tongue in his mouth, teasing him as much as possible from above. I pulled his shirt off swiftly before working on his lips again.

“I told you,” he snarled, “I’m not going to let you have your way tonight.” He wrapped his strong arms around my waist and pulled me down with him before rolling me over so that he now had the upper hand. When I tried to get up again, he pinned my wrists above my body and sat on top of me so I couldn’t move.

“Get off me.”

“No.” He captured my lips again before holding my wrists with one hand and let his other hand dig into my panties. I moaned when he started rubbing my wet womanhood. “You’ve been dying to feel me, haven’t you?” I growled at him. “Look how wet you are for me.” His fingers slid vigorously in and out of me, causing my body to squirm against the sensation. I moaned his name so loudly, my face looking so flushed in ecstasy that he felt I could come without his member even entering me.

But of course, he wouldn’t let that happen. He let go of my wrists to unbutton and unzip his pants, and in that time, I took the opportunity to wriggle out from underneath him and tackle him onto the mattress.I undid his pants for him and pulled them down, and he kicked the rest of his clothing off before, to my annoyance, rolling me over again.

He slid his body in between my legs and spread them even wider, holding them open to him with his hands against my thighs. Just to tease me, he blew on my exposed womanhood, causing my legs to want to clamp back together, but he didn’t allow that. He took the head of his member into his hand and swept it against my clit, causing me to claw at his muscular back. He played around like this, making me feel like tossing the whole bed over.

“What are you doing?!” I screamed. “Do it already!”

“What do you want me to do…?” he hissed in my ear.

“You know exactly what I want,” I snapped.

“Beg for me Babe.”

“I’m not going to– ” But before I could even say another word, he entered his head into me before pulling it back out. I moaned heavily. He did it a few more times, causing me to leave red gashes on his back.

“You better beg me with a pretty please or this teasing is never going to stop,” he said as he bit my shoulder, continuing his little tease down there.

“Get in me!”

“I didn’t hear a please, Honey .”

“For God’s sake,” I spat as I gathered as much strength as I could and flopped him over. He was caught by surprise, but before he could try and gain his control back, I plunged my lower body into his hard member, earning a loud groan as he threw his head back. As much as he wanted to tease the hell out of me for messing with him today, his body needed this as much as I did.

I rode him aggressively, letting my back arch back as I balanced myself on my hands to let him fill me completely. His hands gripped my thighs to steady you as we both panted heavily into the night air.

I was the first to reach orgasm, moaning one final time before my body began losing its energy. I had cruelly left him unfinished, so he grabbed my hips and rolled me over so that he could grind into me some more to reach his climax. His speed and force were incredible as he worked out his day’s frustration, so it was not long before he reached his limit, calling out my name as he released himself inside of me. He stayed this way a little longer, him still inside me keeping my legs spread, him breathing heavily above me as he stared into my sparkling, tired eyes, and letting his gaze then wander down my slick body.

“Beautiful,” he sighed as he kissed me.

His hand caressed my hair, onto my cheek before sliding down my neck, teasing my breasts with light fingers. My hair laid sprawled against the bedsheets, my chest rising and down at a fast pace, but slowing down from the intense activity. He lowered his lips onto mine for a passionate kiss as he breathed in my scent, his fingers touching the heat radiating off of my cheeks.

“Mmmm… I really,” he breathed, “hate you today.”

“I hate you too.”

“Can you please not,” he said in between kisses, as he pulled out of me, “send me any dirty pictures of you like that while I work?” He pulled me into his arms as we both cuddled against each other. “You make me want to run home and just fuck you. Like I can’t even LOVE your body properly… all my body wants to do is just fuck.”

“Is that all you worry about?”

“Doesn’t it bother you?”

“I guess I’ll be sending you more dirty pictures then.”

“Noooooooo,” he whined as he buried his face into my hair, wrapping his arms around me more as he squished me against the bed in playfulness causing we both to laugh heartily against the covers.

I just discover Marriage Heat not too long ago, and I decide to share my experience, so this is my first time writing. I hope you enjoy (◕‿-)

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  1. Finally experiencing freedom says:

    We have only shared photos via text twice, but both times we were so so hot! The anticipation of what is to come is awesome. Seeing with our eyes that which we desire, but cannot touch at the moment makes us both super horny!

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