I have to fuck you hard if you want me not to tell your husband about your cheating

I corner her in the kitchen, my voice a low growl, "You know what I want." She looks at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. "If you want me to keep your secret, you have to give me something in return." I press her against the counter, my body hard against hers. "I have to fuck you hard, make you feel every inch of me, make you remember who you belong to." She nods, her breath hitching as I lift her onto the counter, her legs wrapping around my waist. I enter her roughly, my hips slamming against hers, each thrust a claim, a punishment, a promise. She moans, her nails digging into my back, urging me deeper, harder. I fuck her until she's screaming, her body shaking with release, sealing our secret with my cock, ensuring her silence.