It started with potatoes, which I think is funny because it has started with potatoes once before, only this time, it was Mac peeling them. (Yes that's what I said, Mac was peeling potatoes!)

I walked into the kitchen to be greeted by this strange sight. I had been out, running around all afternoon and so He had decided to start dinner. It's not that Mac can't cook, although He does believe in only two temperatures, high and off, it's just that He doesn't cook. So to find Him peeling potatoes was something of a novelty to me. So of course I asked the smart question.

'What are you doing?' (See how smart it was? Just wait for His answer.)
'Peeling potatoes.' (Bet you didn't see that coming!)
'Why?' I asked.
'For dinner.' (Well duh.)
'Are You turning all domestic on me?'
'No. I am just so hungry that I could eat a cow between two bread lorries.'
'Darling you are always that hungry unless You have just eaten, then You are horny and if You have just come You are sleepy. That pretty much covers Your needs.' Mac looked at me but said nothing. 'You keep this up and next thing I know you will be wearing an apron and calling me lovey.' I grinned. Mac didn't.
'Next thing you know, woman, is that I will be giving you a smack in the mouth before fucking your throat and then slapping you some more while I FUCK your throat.' He scowled. I kept grinning.
'And I am supposed to object to said throat fucking and face slapping?' I asked.
'Nah,' He said, 'I guess not. C'mere.'

I went to Him and we kissed. I told Him that this wasn't face slapping or throat fucking and He suggested that we retire to the bedroom before we started something like that. (Well He said 'Get your ass upstairs, woman'.) So we did.

We both undressed and then I moved back into His arms. We kissed some more. He tangled the fingers of one hand in my hair while we kissed. The fingertips of the other lightly traced my cheek. His tongue was pressing gently into my mouth. It was bliss.

Suddenly He jerked my head back and slapped me. I grunted and tried to reach His mouth with my lips. He slapped me again and pulled me down onto my knees. Tipping my head back He forced His cock into my throat. I watched Him, the feeling of lust growing inside me. His hand gripped tighter in my hair and He slapped me again and again, withdrawing His cock each time. Each time I would grunt and try desperately to get back to His cock. I needed it in my mouth.

He withdrew and slapped me one more time then told me to get up on the bed. I whimpered, reaching for His cock with my tongue but He drew me up by my hair and propelled me towards the bed.

I lay on my back and raised my knees and parted my thighs. I knew what He wanted to see. He knelt between my legs and laid over me, His cock pressing against my pussy, ready to enter me. He bit my breasts, not gentle playful nips, but harsh bruising bites that made me squirm and call Him names and made my pussy clench. He bit all the way up my neck then fucked my mouth with His tongue, crushing my lips with His kiss.

I wound my legs around His back and was trying to force myself up onto His cock and force His cock down into me. He was playing with me, teasing me, letting His cock enter me then pull out. I called Him another name. He slapped my face.

'It's not bastard.' He said. 'You know what it is.'
'Yes Sir.' I gasped. I knew.

He plunged His cock into me and I sobbed at the depth and width of it. No matter how many times I have fucked Him, my body still needs to stretch to His size. Oh god I love that feeling of being opened up. He fucked me steadily, not varying the depth or pace. He watched me. He watched my eyes. My hands were on His back trying to push Him deeper inside me. I wanted it harder, I wanted it faster, I wanted it to hurt. Even with the steadiness of the fucking, the pleasure inside me grew. My breathing quickened, my lips parted and Mac knew.

He put a hand on my throat and He never took His eyes off mine. He pressed and my body started to convulse. My perception of things started to change. He never stopped fucking me through the orgasm but to me His cock suddenly felt like a battering ram. It swelled inside me to enormous proportion and I wanted to scream but I had no air. The pleasure that I felt radiated out into my fingertips, I think I took skin off His back. It seemed to go on and on for hours, my pussy was clenching so tightly on Him I could feel the smoothness of His cock running over the roughness of within. The sensations were driving me insane.

My eyes rolled and Mac released my neck and reality slipped back into focus again. I drew huge gulps of air, filling my lungs then forced myself to slow it down and breath normally again. Mac kept fucking me, still not varying the pace though now His breathing was much more ragged than before. He gave me a minute, maybe two, then His fingers slipped around my neck again.

'I want to feel what your cunt does to my cock again, Sarah.' He whispered and I wanted so much to feel it too.

He tightened His fingers and I was back in that place where everything was so much more. His cock was so hot, so huge, it was piercing my flesh and it was happening so slow I could feel everything. The head of His cock pressed against my cervix and I could feel the ridge on it as He withdrew. I had contracted on Him so tightly I was somewhat amazed that He could move. The world grew black and nothing but His cock existed. It was so deep inside me, it was the only thing that remained. Mac released my throat and the air rushed back into my lungs and things swam back into focus again.

I clung to Mac tightly and His fingers touched me gently, soothing me, making sure I was ok. I caught my breath the best I could and I pulled Him down so that He would hear me.

'Again,' I managed to gasp out. 'Please... Sir... do it... again?'

He smiled at me and called me His beautiful girl, He kissed me and whispered to me and He waited until I was mostly under control and then His fingers slipped over my neck again. I cried. I couldn't help it. I quietly started to sob. Then His fingers pressed and I couldn't cry anymore. This time my body pulsed with my heartbeat, the orgasm outrageous, I was totally out of control and I didn't care. It felt like every single nerve was quivering. It was just so good. Then everything faded slowly away until there was the tiniest sweetest moment of nothing.

The world snapped back and there was Mac above me, my beautiful sweet Mac, my gorgeous loving Man. I felt like I had been pulled back into the calm after being in the violence of a storm.

'Sarah,' He whispered. 'I need to come now.' He hadn't needed to tell me. I could see in His eyes that it was true.

All I could do was hold His face and kiss His lips and let Him come. He withdrew most of His cock and left just the head inside me and I contracted my muscles on it while He groaned.

'Oh Christ.' He whispered between kisses. Then 'Oh god.' And finally He grunted out my name. He told me later that the need to thrust inside me was almost unbearable but He had wanted to come just inside me so that it would be easy to get out of me again.

As soon as He had caught His breath, He moved down my body and placed Himself between my legs. He nuzzled against my clitoris and He licked and bit and sucked at me. I was a shivering shuddering wreck. Each time I came I pushed His head against my pussy and begged Him to stop while not letting Him go. He didn't stop. I lost the ability to speak, I could hardly move, I was completely in another place.

When He was ready He crawled up over my body, His face hot and slick, glistening with semen and my juices and He spat into my mouth. I grunted and shuddered. He went back to between my legs and licked along me again and again He brought it up my body and spat it into my mouth. I grunted again. He moved down to between my legs and did it one more time and this time I managed to capture His face and force His lips onto mine. He let His cock slide inside my pussy, so smooth and so easy. I was so hot, swollen and wet. He groaned as my tongue pushed its way into His mouth and while we kissed He came so deep, so very deep inside me.

He said it was the kiss that tipped Him over the edge the second time and I smiled. This girl knows what her Male likes. He told me that He loved me. He told me that no other woman could ever hope to fill Him the way I do. He told me that I was His princess and I would always be His. I tried to listen to all He whispered while He held me but my mind kept fading in and out. I drifted off to sleep.

Hours later I woke to an incessant kissing of my neck. I murmured something unintelligible in my almost awake state. Mac chuckled at me.

'Dinner is almost ready, baby. I thought I had better wake you before I served it up.' He whispered. My eyes flickered open and I stared at Him. I could hardly grasp what He was saying. Dinner? Ready? I could smell it now I was properly awake. It smelt good.

'Come down when you are ready,' He said and He disappeared.

Downstairs there was steak and mashed potato and leek/onion/tomato fried and while Mac told me that He cooked it because He was starving and couldn't be bothered waiting for me to wake up, I knew He did it because He was taking care of me. That, right there, is all the romance that this girl needs.

I can't help it. I keep falling in love with Him.

I don't want it to stop.