You've been having one of those days; everything that could go wrong has. You finally make your way back home, pulling into the familiar drive and shutting off the engine of your boyfriend's '67 impala. This has just not been your day. First thing this morning, you spilt a piping hot cup of coffee on your lap and managed to smack yourself in the back with the bedroom door handle. Your car wouldn't start, making you take your boyfriend's car to work which you were late getting to. You managed to copy the wrong packet for the attorney you work for and got a flat tire on the ways home. Everything has gone wrong.
You exit the car and walk up the sidewalk and into the house.
"Dean, I'm home. Finally." you call to him, hanging the keys on the hook next to the door and sitting your purse on the small table there.
"Hey baby." Dean says coming into the living room smiling sweetly at you. You smile back at him but it doesn't reach your eyes so he extends his arms in invitation for you to come hug him. You slowly start heading his direction when your foot catches on the small throw rug lunging you forward.
By the grace of God, Dean manages to catch you before you face plant into the floor.
"Mother fucker." you curse, resting in his strong arms.
"That bad huh?" he asks holding you tightly to him.
"You have no idea." You tell him but the sound is muffled from your face being pressed into his chest.
"Well I might have something that'll make it better." he promises huskily. You feel the rumble of his deep voice within his chest causing shivers all through your body. He lifts you up into his arms carrying you to your shared bedroom. Kicking the door shut with his foot, he moves forward and tosses you onto the bed. You giggle and move up the bed resting against the pillows. He grabs your pants, frantically undoing the button and zipper and tugging them off forcefully.
"On your knees." Dean demands now hurriedly undressing his bottom half as well. You instantly flip over onto your knees facing the headboard. You feel the bed dip behind you signaling Dean has now joined you on the bed. He roughly pulls your hips backward to his waiting erection. With one forceful thrust he enters your waiting center.
"Oh God." you cry out in painful pleasure as he starts a frantic rhythm, pounding into you furiously from behind.
"That's right. You love it when I fuck you with this huge cock, don't you baby?" he asks never losing pace.
"Uhhh... yeah I do." you struggle out between his rough thrusts. His hands make their way around your throat, applying just enough pressure to intensify the ferocity of his assault on your throbbing pussy. His pace picks up even more if possible, letting you know he's getting close to his release. You lower your front end resting your weight on your forearms and snag a hand down between your legs to speed yourself along.\
"That's it baby. Cum for me. Cum all over Daddy's cock." he tells you, his dirty talk pushing you closer to the edge. His right hand makes its way back to your hip as he grabs it digging his fingers into the bone. His left hand entangles in your hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulling it tightly.
"Oh God Dean. I'm gonna cum." You moan as the shock waves start pulsating out of your body around his thick manhood. Tremor after tremor escapes your body milking Dean's out of him.
"Fuck yeah. Oh God baby." he moans thrusting a few more times til his orgasm's over and he's completely spent. He pulls out and collapses on the bed beside you.
"That was amazing babe." you tell him cuddling up beside him.
"Your day getting any better yet?" he asks brushing hair out of your face.
"A little bit." You rest yourself on your arm to look him in the eyes. "Maybe more after round 2." You wink. He looks incredulously at you before moving to kiss you passionately.