The house was silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator. She stood at the kitchen counter in her thin nightgown, back turned, unaware he had come home early. He watched the fabric cling to her ass, the way it shifted when she reached for a glass. Something dark and hot uncoiled in him.
He crossed the room in three strides. One hand clamped over her mouth, the other yanking the nightgown up. She stiffened, a muffled sound escaping her. He pressed his body against hers, letting her feel the hard length already straining against his jeans.
"Quiet," he growled into her ear. "You know what I want."
She tried to twist away, but he was stronger. He shoved her forward over the counter, knocking the glass into the sink. Her ass cheeks spread under his grip as he ripped the thin panties aside. The tight, wrinkled hole between them clenched in panic.
He spat on his fingers and shoved two inside without warning. She bucked, a choked cry against his palm. He worked them deep, stretching the resisting ring, feeling it fight every inch. "That's it. Fight it. Makes your asshole tighter."
He freed his cock, thick and leaking, and lined the head up. No more prep. He drove forward in one brutal thrust. The head popped past the sphincter, then the rest followed in a single merciless push. Her body seized around him, burning hot and impossibly narrow. She screamed into his hand, legs kicking.
He didn't stop. He fucked her ass in hard, punishing strokes, each one bottoming out against her cheeks. The slap of skin filled the kitchen. Her hole gripped him like a fist, trying to push him out, but he only sank deeper. Sweat slicked his chest as he leaned over her, biting her shoulder through the nightgown.
"You take it," he snarled. "Every inch. This asshole was made for this."
Her struggles weakened as the relentless pounding went on. He reached around and rubbed her clit roughly, forcing unwanted sparks through her. She came with a broken sob, her asshole fluttering and clenching around his cock. The sensation dragged him over the edge. He buried himself to the hilt and flooded her guts with thick, hot pulses, grinding until every drop was inside.
He stayed buried while they both panted. Slowly he pulled out, watching his cum leak from the swollen, red hole. She slumped over the counter, shaking. He slapped her ass once, hard, leaving a red handprint.
"Next time," he said, voice low and dark, "you'll beg for it."
She didn't answer. The only sound was their breathing and the drip of cum onto the floor.
