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I can hear him furiously texting, and he keeps stepping to the other room to make calls. I can tell from the bits of conversation I overhear and the snippets of texts I see that he’s trying to make plans. For right now.

Here I lay, naked in bed, and he’s trying to make plans. He’s never unsuccessful, but it is late in the evening during the week - so no one is free.

I don’t want to tell him that through snooping I know what he’s doing, but it is completely humiliating me. I am naked, right here, always willing. I see on his phone messages that he’s even asked Amy and she’s his least favorite, he’s never trying to fuck her.

“Baby. Would you like me to suck your dick?” I ask, hopefully. I’m never allowed to initiate, but I want to remind him that I’m here, I’m an option.

He sighs, annoyed. “I guess….” He’s still fidgeting on his phone. He makes no move to adjust blankets for me to have access to him, so I get to my knees on the side of the bed and slide my head under the blanket.

I give him a stellar blow job. My hands and mouth are moving and touching perfectly. He’s on his phone the whole time, texting. He finally lifts me up by my hair and pushes me onto the bed, face down.

“Sue, you’re soaking wet, running down your legs wet.” He doesn’t sound annoyed anymore, mostly amused.

“For some reason, knowing I’m the last person you want to fuck right now, but you’re doing it… I don’t know…”

He laughs softly. “Yeah?” He asks, then puts his dick inside me without touching or licking me first. “I did not want to fuck you. At all. But I wanted to come just slightly more than I didn’t want to fuck you.”

Between his touch and voice and cruelty, I have an orgasm less than 30 seconds into us fucking.

He grabs the back of my hair with his right hand and grips my hip with his left. “If someone else called right now, I would immediately pull out of you and fuck them instead.”

I come again. I’m beyond embarrassed. “Why? Why?” I ask repeatedly.

“Because I can. Because knowing I can fuck you anytime, anyway I want gets boring Sue. Because I can treat you however I want and you accept it, which is usually nice but isn’t always a turn on. I’m just not turned on by you lately.”

I can not stop orgasming as he simultaneously fucks me and talks down to me.

He lays me flat on my tummy, his chest touching my back. “You own me Jay, you own me…” I mumble. I’m laying in a puddle under me, a mess unlike anything I’ve made in a while.

“You are the LAST person I want to be fucking right now.” He says into my ear.

He then rolls me to my back, and shoves his dick into my open mouth. He circles my clit while he fucks my mouth. “The LAST.” He says again. And for the first time ever, we orgasm at the exact same second.