Mark And Myra Are at it Again
Mark comes home to a pissed off Myra and calms her down in the best way possible. .
"Myra, I'm ho..." began Mark as he strode into the door, his words cut off as he ducked the shoe that was flying towards his head.
"What the hell was that for?" asked Mark, warily walking towards Myra who was pulling off her other shoe.
"You're late!" she yelled as she threw the other shoe at him, barely missing his chest as he sidestepped the studded heel.
"I told you, we had a last minute call at the station, all officers had to report," said Mark, dropping his cap on the table.
"Last minute call huh, is that code for you had a quickie in the closet with the cook?!" yelled Myra, looking around for something else to throw at him.
"You know quite well the only closet we have is stuffed with files, there's no room to even stand," said Mark with a grin, ducking as she growled and threw a vase at him.
"So you did it in a cell then, same difference," she snarled, reaching for a clock.
"Myra, we've been through this before, I would never. . ." he didn't get to finish as she threw the clock at him.
"Ok, that's it, I liked that clock!" said Mark as he ducked the flying time-piece and sprinted towards her, taking her by suprise, throwing her over his shoulder.
"What the fuck! Let go of me!" yelled Myra as she beat her fists on his broad, muscular back, barely phasing him.
"No, you're gonna wind up destroying the house," he said, as he set her down on the kitchen counter, holding her wrists behind her back.
"Not if you just fucking stand still and let me hit you," she growled, her eyes widening in suprise when she heard 2 audible clicks. "Did you just cuff me?" she asked in disbelief.
"Yes, now explain to me what exactly I did to deserve having shit thrown at me, " stated Mark as he stood between her legs, her bare feet dangling off the counter.
"I don't believe you cuffed me!" she exclaimed staring at him incredulously.
"You made me do it," he stated simply, his hands resting on her bare thighs, her dress having ridden up when he'd moved her.
"That's hot," she said, her voice suddenly low and husky as she stared up at him, hooking her legs around his waist, yanking him closer.
"You're fucking insane, you know that," said Mark as he stared down at her. She was breathing heavily, her lips parted as she stared up at him with those sexy eyes that first attacted him to her. That strange mix of strength and vulnerability even as she growled at him. He couldn't help himself, he closed the distance between them, meshing his lips to hers in a hot, hungry kiss.
"And you're a cheating manwhore," she growled as she broke the kiss, leaned forward and bit the button off the top of his shirt.
"I'm not a damn cheater," he snarled, there was nothing that infuriated him more than being accused of cheating and Myra knew it. He pushed her down on the counter so she was lying back and leaned over her. He stared for a moment, her chest was heaving as she panted, nipples hard and straining through the thin material of her sundress, letting him know she wasn't wearing a bra. He gazed at the hard buds, mesmerized for a moment before he leaned down and covered one of the protruding buds with his mouth, biting down gently. Myra gasped as his teeth closed around the sensitive flesh, she loved it when he used his teeth on her.
"No panties, you're such a fucking pervert, I love it." he said as his hands slid up the skirt of her dress and over her smooth ass, finding it totally bare.
"Oh fuck!" she blurted out as he plunged two fingers inside of her, rapidly seeking out that spot inside her that drove her insane. He knew he'd found it when her eyes rolled back and she moaned loudly.
"Taste so damn good," said Mark, leaning down to cover her clit with his mouth. Myra threw her head back into the counter, her arms folded under her back, tightly cuffed as he began to feast on her wet heat.
"Oh God, right there, right there!" she screamed as she felt her orgasm drawing closer and closer, just she was about to fly over the edge, he stopped, pulling his mouth away as he yanked his fingers out of her.
"Son of a bitch," she growled, staring at him, pure rage in her eyes at being denied.
"Leave my mother out of this," said Mark as he yanked on the front of her dress, making her sit up on the counter, undoing a few buttons in the process.
"You want this? You want me?" he asked, as he undid the few buttons left on the dress, quickly palming her breasts as the material fell away. Myra said nothing, she just glared at him.
"Well?" he asked as he tugged on the taut peaks, making her bite her bottom lip to keep from moaning. He ground his hips into hers, letting her feel how hard he was through the material of his pants.
"Just fucking be inside me already," she growled as she threw her head back and used her legs to pull him closer. Mark grinned as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys to the cuffs, he barely had them off of her before she was on him. She pressed him into the wall as she ripped his shirt open, biting and sucking his neck as her fingers found his belt buckle.
"Shit baby, don't rip my uniform again, chief's given me two warnings already," said Mark as he watched her yank his pants down. She looked up at him, a mischeivous glint in her eye as she reached for his pants again but Mark knew that glint all too well, he grabbed her arms and pulled her up, pushing her into the wall as he kicked off his pants.
"Trying to get me in trouble," he growled as he grabbed her thighs, and lifted them around his waist as he thrust into her without warning. Myra let out a full on scream as he plunged into her slick, tight center.
"That's it, scream for me baby," he said as he set a hard fast pace, still pissed that she had the audacity to throw shit at him in his own home. She gripped his shoulders tight as he slammed into her, filling her as only he could. His pubic bone was smashed into her clit with each powerful thrust, driving her closer and closer to that rapidly approaching edge. He gripped her hips as he leaned in and kissed her passionately, his tongue ravaging her mouth as he ploughed into her. He felt her walls spasm and quiver around him as she came hard, flooding him with her juices as she moaned out his name. He spun around and took a few quick, short steps to the pool table in the living room. She rolled her hips on him, milking out her high as he walked, making it damn near impossible for his legs to work properly. When he finally managed to get to the table he lay her down on it, grabbing her ankles and pulling them over his shoulder.
"I'm gonna fuck you till you can't see straight," growled Mark as he drove into her.
"Oh my God!" screamed Myra as he plunged into her still pulsating center, overwhelming the sensitive flesh.
"Fuck baby, you feel so damn good," growled Mark as he slammed into her. She threw her head back, gripping the sides of the table as he ravished her body, his thick, hard cock pounding on that spot inside her that had her seeing stars. Mark felt a twinge of worry, mommentarily afraid that he was hurting her, but the way she moved her hips to meet him and the small breathless moans she made told him she was loving it. Despite how infuriated she made him, he still loved her and would never purposely hurt her.
"Maarrrkk," she purred as she orgasmed, her walls rippling and spasming as she writhed under him, incoherent sounds exploding from her throat. Mark let out a strangled moan as he exploded inside of her, edged on by her breathless cries, flooding her velvety walls with his essence.
"Oh. .. my. .. damn," breathed Myra as Mark slumped against her, his face buried in the crook of her neck as they both tried to figure out how to breathe properly again.
"You know I. ." he began.
"Yeah yeah, you fucking love me, " she said breathlessly with a grin, he always said it after they had particularly rough sex. She didn't mind, she just didn't like that he felt he had to apologize, it was always phenomenal. "I love you too you idiot," she said as she ran her fingers through his hair.
"So what exactly did I do to piss you off?" he asked as he propped himself up on his elbows, hovering over her as he brushed her hair off her face, his slowly softening cock still buried deep inside her.
"Nothing, I just wanted to get you mad," said Myra with a laugh as she stared up at him.
"Why?" asked Mark in confusion.
"Cuz I just love it when you're rough with me," she replied, running her hands over his back.
"You're psychotic, you know that," said Mark shaking his head, an incredulous look on his face.
"And that's why you love me," she said with a laugh as she ran her fingertips over the side of his face.
"That's why I love you," he agreed as he leaned down to claim her lips in a passionate kiss.