request ~ “Can I get angry sex with Captain Conrad? He’s rough, taking what he wants from you, maybe slams you against a wall or something“ by @sailorholly ♡
“James? Is this you?” your delicate voice echoed theatrically through the hallway of your shared apartment.
Your husband, Captain James Conrad had left early this morning for a military conference to discuss any further operations regarding the SAS. His mood had been bad when he woke up, a live testament to how much the tracker disliked those unnecessary events.
However, he had to go whether he liked it or not. The Special Forces needed him.
But so did you, waiting impatiently for the handsome soldier to return, his favorite dish simmering on the stove.
A long sigh came back, his “yes” short and tense before heavy shoes were tossed around in the foyer.
Clenching your jaw you swallowed the slight spurt of anger arousing at the sound almost radiating dirt itself. Conrad never paid attention to the obligation to wear a suit plus you had mopped the foyer only this morning.
The silent rumbling and curses made it clear that his day had been as shit as expected so he shall be forgiven you decided when the tall man appeared in the doorframe of the kitchen.
“Hello love” you chirped, eyes traveling his muscular form when he latched his hands on the top bar of the frame, leaning his broad torso in the room and blocking the door completely.
But his steel blues only narrowed, piercing your every move, mouth screwed shut. The blonde man looked strained, utterly tense.
“I’m so sorry you had to go there”. A meek mutter but you knew you were elegantly teetering on the brink of cutting his thin nerves.
And god forbid riling Conrad up.
Jutting his jaw forward and letting his eyes nonchalantly linger on your suggestive décolleté, the soldier hummed to himself. A sound so low and baritone that it tickled your nerves, the stern gaze adding to the thrill rising up between your legs.
He was a naturally intimidating man however, now that he was angry it was almost impossible to not help him out. Was it?
“Captain…” you cooed, hips seductively weaving past the kitchen counter “is there anything I can do for you?”.
The blonde’s forearms bulged as they held his weight transferring it to the creaking wood frame.
“You don’t want me to use you right now, y/n. I won’t be able to control myself” his deep pitched growl so close to your ear elicited hot shivers on your back, cascading down every vertebra.
It slowly spread hunger and perhaps overconfidence.
“What if I don’t want you to?”.
Faux innocence dropped from your demeanor as you toyed with the silver buckle of his belt, waiting for him to snap. To accept the offer you had made so boldly.
“Fuck, woman” and suddenly Conrad’s arm slipped down from above, snaking around your waist, turning you and knocking the air out of your lungs when his tall frame slammed you against the wall.
An easy game to the trained soldier.
Those blue orbs were seething with annoyance and rage. Dusky.
Nonetheless, desire bubbled up in his dark waters mixing with those negative thoughts revealing a toxic cocktail. And a strong one.
God, you knew it would burn.
Your whimpers were pathetic when Conrad unleashed himself, reaching behind your back to roughly pull down the zipper of your dress.
“This. Off” the low demand rumbled in his broad chest making you quick putty in his demanding touch. James could be an awfully sensual lover but he was two-faced, hiding the hunger of something carnal in his pumping veins.
Cold air embraced your body only dressed in the lingerie he had bought you. Black lace was draped across your breasts, quickly flicked to the side to expose your hardening nipples.
Moaning with the poor amount of oxygen Conrad’s body pressed tight against yours allowed you, his perfect teeth rolled your sensitive buds just right.
Oh, how sweet the prickling pain was and how much sweeter his cold, long digits felt invading your slick folds.
“Hmm... you’re all wet for me. Married a whore, didn’t I?”
“Uh-huh“ was all your agape mouth could whimper when he started to fuck you hard with his fingers, your wrists secured above your head.
Pulling primal pleasure from your body, the significantly taller man's pants were forming harsh creases around his angry erection.
Now that you offered yourself so selflessly, he simply wouldn't be able to hold back.
Grunting in your ear like a feral lion, Conrad pressed his whole weight against your delicate body, caging you in between a column of muscle and the cold kitchen wall.
“Use me, Ca-Captain... pleaseee“
Your hips were bucking forward to let your pelvis brush his hardened cock.
“You gonna regret this, little one“ his ragged baritone rasped so imminently before you were dragged off the wall with a sharp pull of your wrists.
In only underwear while James was still completely clothed, just his belt hanging sluttishly open, you were hurled across the kitchen like a ragdoll. But you liked it, giggling in a haze of kinky desire.
“Is this fun for you?“ he boomed.
But before you could apologize, the tall blonde flipped you around, letting loose of your wrists to slam your back on top of a free counter. The hard marble edge sent a sorrow sensation through your back until he simply readjusted your position to his liking.
Just like that with only one arm Conrad conducted your whole body until he was standing between your opened thighs, jaw clenching hungrily at the sight of your glistening pussy on full display.
Full access.
“You will stay like that until I'm satisfied, understood?“ he snapped, freezing anger piled up from the day slipping from his lewdly flicking tongue.
God, you could almost orgasm from the sight of his pink tongue swirling in his slightly ajar mouth, occasionally darting out to lick his lips. This man was an image of a god.
“I won't fucking ask twice, y/n“.
Squirming under his dominating gaze that proudly reduced you to a mere plaything, it was unfairly difficult to find any words. Especially when Conrad's slutty hands had freed his throbbing, angry red cock and were now pleasuring himself in lewd strokes.
“Understood, Captain“.
A deep chuckle met the pitch of sudden thunder outside; a thrill you never thought would be this menacing but you husband's gaze was clear.
He was ready to devour you, use you to soothe his agitated nerves until, like he had said, he would be satisfied.
“Look what you've gotten yourself into“ the soldier smirked, pulling all the beautiful strings of contour his sharp face had to offer. Tongue flicked out again, licking across his front teeth like a threat while he took in the sight of his bog cock resting on your belly.
“So helpless“.
The tip ended somewhere around or even above your belly button, the raw outline of this obscene display making you feel dizzy.
“-and you gonna take me“ Conrad murmured, grabbing the base of his cock and slowly dragging it through your drenched core. You wanted, no, craved him as much as he did.
Blonde brows furrowed when you whimpered small pleas beneath his tall frame.
“Like the good little girl you are... You wanna satisfy my needs, don't you?“
The flash of another lighting casted a light blue shadow of his frame onto yours, the difference even more sinister than you had imagined. This man could break you like a mere pen.
Perhaps he would.
A feeble nod was all it took to make him bend over, the neckline of his blue shirt hanging down, allowing you a glimpse of sharply defined muscles working to keep him stable.
With the next dull thunder his left hand flew to wrap around your throat, pinning you to the cold surface. A necessary preparation so you wouldn't flee from his rough thrusts.
He sometimes did it when he was taking you on the balcony...
Lining himself up with your entrance, you shuddered, spine feeling ablaze from pure anticipation. James would be rough but you didn't care.
Fuck, you were a sucker for the tall soldier manhandling you as if he lacked any sense of respect.
Perhaps he did.
“My little slut“ the 't' still sitting sharply on his tongue when he bottomed out in one demanding thrust. A fluid motion of his strong hips that stretched you to your limit and beyond.
A silent “James“ left your lips when your walls tried to accommodate to the sudden intrusion, his cock stilling for a fragment of time.
Heavy rain was knocking on the window.
Then, Conrad's head rolled back, veins and strings of muscle straining his sweaty skin while he began to pound into you, to set a pace that was testament to the necessity of his hand pinning you in place.
He was rough, taking what he wanted from you.
Crying out his name, your hands flew to the sides desperately searching for something to hold on to. But his forearm flexed and bulged as it worked against Conrad's own merciless thrusts, secured safely around your neck. Allowing you a precisely measured amount of breath.
“F-Fuck baby. You- you are so t-tight... god yesss“ your husband moaned up towards the ceiling, his strong voice hoarse from today's discussions.
A forte in comparison to your high pitched screams of his name.
“James, I- I can't take it“.
Not even slowing down, his head rolled back forth, loose curls fucked out of place. He knew you could, somehow. And your tense husband was more than ready to test your boundaries.
A dirty grin curled Conrad's angry lips before his jaw dropped to give way to increasing pants.
As if by reflex your thighs tried to clench, to push him away but the blonde just shook his head, leaning back down to hover above your chest.
“Ah, Ah!“
The chiding was a carnal sound, swirling around every nerve in your bouncing body, embedding them in a sweet haze of total submission.
It felt so good.
“You cannot nghh fuck escape me. I know you can t-take me“.
Retracting his grip around your throat, the strained soldier dragged it down your body, kneading your breasts until he wrapped his fingers around your thigh.
Both hands were now holding your legs apart, keeping them spread nicely for him.
The slight lift created a whole knew angle, one that hit you like a firework aiming straight at your head and setting every sense aflame. Coherent words were positively banned from your capabilities and all you could feel was him sheathed deep inside your throbbing pussy.
Arching your back from the marble countertop, you listened to your husband moaning and grunting primal sounds of sheer pleasure. Your own whines and screams added as another thunder rolled through the room, the lighting prior as blueish as Conrad's narrowed gaze observing your every move.
“Sh-shit look at your pretty tits bouncing for me“ he rasped with brows slanted, reaching down to smack your right breasts. A sensation utterly pleasing, the soft pain spreading nicely across your aroused body.
The food was long forgotten as screeching noises of your naked ass shifting on the marble got drowned by rough moans of your name mixed with unholy curses.
The kitchen smelled like sex.
Hot, shameless and angry sex.
“I'm gonna ohhh James cum“ you mewled, strands of hair sticking to your glossy lips when your body was conducted by his pistoning hips.
You could feel his big cock deep inside twitch and pulsate as you spoke, biting your lips at the influence you had on this incredibly tall, athletic soldier.
But today was about his pleasure.
The answer was already clear when he pulled you back onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt, making you cry out.
“Don't you dare cum“ he groaned, teeth bared like a hungry wolf. “I said we're done when I'm satisfied“.
Staring at his piercing gaze of deep blue, your face was contorted in ways only James Conrad could elicit.
When he fucked you just right. Just like that.
“Wha- are you n-not-“
But your ragged voice was cut off by two strong arms dropping your legs, instead shooting closer to wrap around your shoulders, picking you up.
Wriggling his tight jaw to rest against your right temple, his long legs began their journey towards the bedroom. Conrad was still deep inside you, every step letting his cock nudge those sinfully sweet spots.
“Do I look satisfied to you, huh? Oh, I am far from finished“ his low baritone whispered in your ear, another strike of lighting casting your joined shadow on the white tiles.
Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoyed it @simplyholl ♡
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