Page 72 of Intentional Foul
“Check your tone. Don’t play semantics with me, Jhae. Why are you creating problems where there are none?” he said.
“Check my tone?” I questioned with a slanted head. “You need to come to terms with what’s going on. Anissa is not going to accept this. The sooner you accept that, the better,” I said.
Malcolm pulled me to him by my arm and kissed me hard. With hunger, I opened my mouth, begging for a taste of his tongue. I put his hands to my neck, begging for aggression, but he wouldn’t grip me. Pulling away, I tried reading his eyes, but I couldn’t get a feel for his mood.
“Take off your shorts,” he instructed.
I unzipped my cargo shorts, allowing them to drop. Malcolm pulled me to him, bending me over the table. The thought of him punishing me hardened my nipples. He ripped my panties off and smacked my right ass cheek.
“Jhae, do you talk to me in that tone?” he asked.
“No,” I moaned.
“Do you talk back to me?” he demanded an answer.
Malcolm smacked the same ass cheek with more heat and my body trembled.
“No, baby, I’m sorry,” I belted out in pleasure.
My inner thighs were on the verge of being covered with my juices. Malcolm jolted my body backward, brushing his hard dick. He stepped away and spanked me again.
“How many times do I need to ask you to do something, Jhae?” he asked.
With my forehead touching the table, I fought the orgasm waiting to erupt.
“Once,” I said.
I heard the zipper of his jeans move downward. He gripped my sore ass cheek.
“Wrong answer. You better learn my body language. I’m not much of a talker,” he said.
Malcolm pulled my body from the table, turning me around to face him. My chest heaved with anticipation as he lifted me onto the hard surface. He slid my body to him entering me seconds after. A satisfied breath exited my mouth as he moved in and out of my pussy. I moved to grip him but he paused giving me an intense expression.
“Hands on the table. I didn’t give you the okay to touch me.”
I examined the seriousness of his hard facial features including his tight brows and crinkled nose. Lowering my hands I gripped the edge of the table.
“Keep them there,” he said and I gave a light smirk.
He stroked me again and I tightened my hold on the rim of the table. I threw my head back as he pounded me, the table hitting the wall repeatedly echoed through the room. If I was a guest next door, I would’ve been pissed.
“You wanted rough. Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to me, Jhae,” he roared as he fucked me aggressively.
With each stroke, I released on his dick.
“Yessss, baby, fuck me. I’m sorry,” I stammered as I was engulfed in my pleasure.
Malcolm gripped my neck giving it a light squeeze and my body trembled as cum flowed.
“Right behind you,” he grunted as he released inside me.
I rested on the table, panting. “Let me introduce myself as your husband. Don’t play with me, Mrs. Jhae Shaw-Jefferies. Take your fine ass into the bathroom and get cleaned up. I ordered your massage, manicure, and pedicure. You’ve got thirty minutes.”
I smiled as I yielded to his command.
Chapter Twelve
Box Out
