**Title: “Deeper Than Skin”**

The moment I walked into our bedroom, I knew he was in that mood—the one where his dark eyes burned with hunger, the one where his Turkish temper simmered just beneath the surface. He was sprawled across the bed, shirtless, his muscular frame glistening under the dim bedroom light. My husband, Kemal, had that look—the one that made my pussy clench in anticipation.

“Took you long enough,” he growled, his deep voice thick with desire.

I smirked, swaying my hips as I approached him. My dark skin contrasted against the white sheets, my curves on full display in the tight dress I’d worn just for him. He loved the way my ass jiggled when I walked, loved how my thick thighs pressed together with every step.

“You gonna do something about it?” I challenged, biting my lip.

In a flash, he was off the bed, his hands gripping my waist as he yanked me against him. I gasped as I felt his hard cock pressing against my stomach through his jeans. His fingers tangled in my curls, tilting my head back roughly.

“I’m gonna fuck you so deep, you won’t remember your name,” he murmured against my ear before crushing his lips to mine.

His kiss was possessive, demanding, his tongue shoving into my mouth like he owned it. I moaned into him, my hands clawing at his back, already desperate for more. He ripped my dress down the middle, the fabric tearing easily under his rough hands. My tits bounced free, my nipples already hard and begging for attention.

Kemal wasted no time—he latched onto one, sucking hard while his fingers pinched and twisted the other. I cried out, my back arching as pleasure shot through me. His free hand slid between my legs, his fingers roughly rubbing my clit through my soaked panties.

“Fuck, you’re already wet for me,” he growled, shoving the fabric aside to plunge two fingers into my dripping pussy. “Look at you, gripping me like a fucking slut.”

I whimpered, my legs shaking as he curled his fingers inside me, hitting that sweet spot over and over. My knees buckled, but he held me up, his other hand suddenly wrapping around my throat. The pressure was just enough to make my vision blur, to send another wave of heat straight to my cunt.

“You like that, huh?” he hissed, squeezing lightly. “Like when I remind you who you belong to?”

I nodded frantically, my pussy clenching around his fingers. “Yes—yes, fuck, please—”

He pulled his fingers out, smearing my wetness across my lips before yanking his jeans open. His cock sprang free, thick and throbbing, the tip already glistening with precum. Without warning, he spun me around and bent me over the bed, my ass in the air.

I barely had time to brace myself before he slammed into me in one brutal thrust. I screamed, my nails digging into the sheets as his cock stretched me wide. He bottomed out instantly, his hips flush against my ass, my cunt struggling to adjust to his size.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Take it, baby. Take all of me.”

Then he started fucking me in earnest—no gentle strokes, just raw, punishing thrusts that had me seeing stars. His balls slapped against my clit with every drive forward, the lewd sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. My tits swayed wildly beneath me, my moans coming out broken and desperate.

Kemal’s hand found my throat again, squeezing just enough to make me lightheaded as he fucked me even deeper. “Look at you,” he panted, his voice ragged. “Black skin, red lips, shaking on my cock like a whore. You were made for this.”

I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around him uncontrollably. “Kemal—I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna—!”

“Cum,” he ordered, slamming into me one last time. “Cum on my fucking dick.”

His words tipped me over the edge. My body convulsed, my pussy spasming around his cock as pleasure crashed through me. He groaned as I milked him, his thrusts turning erratic before he suddenly buried himself to the hilt.

“Fuck—take it, take my fucking cum,” he growled, his grip on my throat tightening as his cock pulsed inside me.

I felt every thick, hot rope of his release filling me up, painting my walls with his seed. He kept fucking me through it, his hips jerking as he emptied himself deep inside my pussy. Finally, he slowed, his breath ragged as he pulled out slowly, making me whimper at the loss.

I collapsed onto the bed, my legs still trembling, his cum already leaking out of me and down my thighs. Kemal smirked, running a finger through the mess before pushing it back inside me with a groan.

“Still hungry for me?” he teased, his dark eyes glinting.

I shivered, knowing damn well this was just the beginning.