Roughing Her Up Just Like She Liked It

In the grand ballroom of the luxurious hotel, the wedding reception was in full swing. The air was thick with laughter, music, and the clinking of champagne glasses. I was there as the best man, my heart swelling with pride for my best friend who had just tied the knot. As I scanned the crowd, my eyes landed on a familiar face - my ex-girlfriend, Emily.

She was radiant, her auburn hair cascading down her shoulders, her green eyes sparkling under the chandelier light. She was wearing a deep emerald dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. I felt a familiar stirring in my loins as I remembered the many times I had explored those curves.

I approached her, my heart pounding in my chest. "Emily," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. She turned to me, her eyes widening in surprise. "I didn't expect to see you here," she said, her voice laced with a hint of nervousness.

"Neither did I," I replied, a smirk playing on my lips. "But now that you're here, I can't help but remember how much you used to enjoy it rough."

Her cheeks flushed a deep red, but I could see the spark of desire in her eyes. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, but the way her breath hitched told me she was lying.

"Oh, I think you do," I said, stepping closer to her. "I think you remember how much you loved it when I spanked you, when I pulled your hair, when I made you beg for it."

She bit her lip, her eyes never leaving mine. "Maybe I do," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "But we can't... not here."

"Who said anything about here?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. "I have a room upstairs. And I promise you, Emily, I'm going to give you exactly what you've been craving."

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and anticipation. I took her hand and led her out of the ballroom, my heart pounding in my chest.

Once we were in my room, I didn't waste any time. I pushed her against the wall, my lips crashing against hers. She moaned into the kiss, her hands fisting my shirt as I ground my hips against hers.

I pulled away, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. "Take off your dress," I commanded, my voice rough with desire. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor.

She was wearing a black lace bra and matching panties, her body trembling with anticipation. I traced my fingers over her body, my touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

I cupped her breasts in my hands, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasped, her back arching as I pinched them. "You like that, don't you?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous.

She nodded, her eyes filled with desire. "Yes," she breathed.

I grinned, then spun her around and pushed her against the wall. I pulled down her panties, exposing her wet pussy. I spanked her, the sound echoing in the room. She gasped, her body jerking at the impact.

I spanked her again, harder this time. She moaned, her body pressing against mine. I could feel her wetness against my thigh, and I knew she was ready for me.

I turned her around and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I carried her to the bed and laid her down, my body covering hers. I kissed her, my tongue exploring her mouth as my hands explored her body.

I pulled away, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. "I'm going to fuck you now, Emily," I said, my voice rough with desire. "And I'm going to fuck you hard."

She nodded, her eyes filled with anticipation. I positioned myself at her entrance, then thrust into her. She gasped, her body arching off the bed. I pulled out, then thrust into her again, harder this time.

I set a brutal pace, my hips slamming against hers as I fucked her. She moaned, her nails digging into my back as she met me thrust for thrust. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, but I wanted to make her cum first. I reached down and started rubbing her clit, my fingers working in rhythm with my thrusts. She moaned, her body tensing up as she got closer to her orgasm.

"Cum for me, Emily," I growled, my voice barely audible. "Cum all over my cock."

She cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm washed over her. I could feel her pussy clenching around my cock, and it was enough to push me over the edge. I groaned, my body shuddering as I came inside her.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths coming out in ragged gasps. I pulled out of her, then collapsed onto the bed beside her. She curled up next to me, her head resting on my chest.

"That was... intense," she said, her voice barely audible.

I chuckled, then kissed the top of her head. "You know I always give you what you want, Emily," I said, my voice filled with satisfaction. "And I know you always want it rough."

She smiled, then snuggled closer to me. "Yes, I do," she admitted. "And I always will."

We lay there for a while longer, our bodies entwined as we caught our breath. I knew this wouldn't be the last time we ended up in bed together, and I was more than okay with that. Emily was always worth the roughing up.