**First Time Cream Pie Choke**

It started with a slow burn—the kind of heat that simmered under my skin all day until I couldn’t ignore it. My husband, Emre, had that effect on me. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark eyes that always seemed to be undressing me, even when we were just sitting on the couch watching TV. But tonight, I wanted more than just lazy affection. I wanted him to take me, hard and messy, in a way that would leave me breathless and marked.

I caught him watching me as I bent over to pick up a stray shirt from the bedroom floor, my ass on full display in the tiny silk shorts I’d slipped into earlier. His gaze darkened, and I knew I had him.

“You like the view?” I teased, turning to face him, letting my fingers trace the curve of my hip.

Emre didn’t answer with words. He crossed the room in two long strides, his hands gripping my waist as he pulled me flush against him. I could already feel the thick outline of his cock pressing into my stomach, hot even through his sweatpants. His lips crashed into mine, hungry and possessive, and I moaned into his mouth, letting him dominate the kiss.

“Been thinking about this pussy all day,” he growled against my lips, one hand sliding down to palm me between my thighs. I was already wet, my shorts damp where my arousal soaked through.

“Then take it,” I breathed, nipping at his bottom lip.

That was all the permission he needed. Emre spun me around, pushing me toward the full-length mirror against the wall. I braced my hands against the glass, watching as he yanked my shorts down in one rough motion, exposing my bare ass and glistening cunt.

“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered, his fingers sliding through my slick folds, spreading me open. I whimpered, my hips rocking back against his touch. “So fucking wet for me already.”

He didn’t waste time teasing. Two fingers plunged inside me, curling just right against that sweet spot, and I gasped, my thighs trembling. His other hand fisted in my curls, tugging my head back just enough to make me moan.

“You want my cock?” he rasped, his breath hot against my ear.

“Yes,” I whimpered, shameless. “Please, fuck me, Emre.”

I heard the sound of his zipper, and then the blunt head of his dick was pressing against my entrance, thick and insistent. He didn’t ease in—he shoved forward in one deep, claiming thrust, filling me so completely I cried out, my nails scraping against the mirror.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips snapping forward, driving himself deeper. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight.”

I could see us in the mirror, my dark skin flushed, my tits bouncing with every brutal thrust. Emre’s hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, his cock pistoning in and out of me with a filthy, wet sound.

“Touch your clit,” he demanded, his voice rough.

I obeyed immediately, my fingers circling my swollen clit as he fucked me, the pleasure coiling tight in my stomach.

“That’s it, baby,” he panted, his thrusts growing erratic. “I’m gonna fill this pussy up. You wanna feel me come inside you?”

“Yes,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Please, I need it—”

His hand tangled in my hair again, pulling just shy of painful as he slammed into me one last time, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside me. The hot flood of his cum had me clenching around him, my own orgasm crashing over me, my whole body shaking with it.

But he wasn’t done. Before I could catch my breath, Emre spun me around, dropping to his knees and burying his face between my thighs. His tongue lapped at our mixed mess, his fingers hooking inside me to keep me open as he sucked and licked, making me scream his name.

“Taste that?” he growled, his lips glistening. “That’s mine. All fucking mine.”

And when his fingers slid into my mouth, forcing me to taste my own slick mixed with his cum, I moaned around them, knowing I’d never get enough of this man.