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Caterina
“Caterina…” I love the way Alessio says my name all raspy and desperate when I do this. I never would have imagined that being on my knees for my husband would makemefeel powerful. But, it does.
We quarreled, but I’m ready to make up, and it’s obvious he is, too. Every young couple has their quarrels, right?
Finding that photo album, wondering if Alessio was the one who kept it, and having that confirmed softened the last of my anger over Matilde being sent away. I’m still curious about what happened to his mother, but I won’t push him for more tonight. It’s not a perfect life, and we’re not a perfect couple, but I’d much rather have him here and keep trying to make this marriage a happy one than to live my life in fear or resentment.
Sliding the thick head of his cock past my lips, I swirl my tongue around his tip, running it back and forth along his piercing and tasting the salt of his skin. He hisses with pleasure and with a touch of pain. I don’t yank but I’ve discovered toyingwith the ring makes him crazy in a good way. His long fingers sink into my hair, making my scalp tingle as he moans my name again.
My experience is still very limited, but I think I’m getting better. “You’re fucking amazing,” he husks as if he’s read my mind while staring down at me. It didn’t take me long to figure out how much he loves for me to look up at him when I do this. I smile with my eyes to show him how his words impact me. I love receiving his praise and want him to know I love it.
Relaxing my jaw, I take more of him in. He doesn’t expect me to take it all, but my hand wraps around the base of his dick, stroking him, finding a rhythm. My mouth is busy with the top half, sucking him, licking, bobbing up and down until he finds it difficult to keep his eyes open to watch. Every time his eyelids flutter closed from my actions, it feels like another little victory. “Fuck, Caterina… Don’t stop,” he growls.
I don’t plan to, but the vein in his neck has become scarily prominent from where he’s concentrating on staying still. My first time doing this, he’d started to thrust after a few minutes which triggered my gag reflex. We’d worked past it together, and he’s happily accepted my beginner version of a blowjob with a smile on his face since then while not attempting to thrust into my mouth again. Tonight, I want to push myself further. I want to push him over the edge.
“Guide me,” I say breathily. “Use me. Show me how you really want it.”
He swallows hard, another triumph, and I cover his hands on my head with my own, pressing them down, showing him I mean it. Then, I cup his balls with one hand and wrap the other back around his dick, pleased by how his restraint crumbles in seconds. Holding my head steady, he takes over, gently fucking my mouth at first until his hips move faster and faster and he’s grunting every thrust. Drooling around his length, I don’t thinkabout what this looks like or worry what anyone would think. I focus on Alessio’s enjoyment. He’s not come in my mouth yet. I always turn away when he warns me he’s getting close, and I let it spurt across my belly or breasts. Tonight, I’ll let him do it though and try my best to swallow him down.
But, Alessio isn’t having that. “Enough. I want to come in your pussy,” he snarls, lifting me up off the floor. I won’t complain about him changing my plans. I’m slick with arousal for him, and my body aches to be filled by his hot length.
I turn my head, looking toward the bed. It isn’t Alessio’s destination. There's a commotion of various things crashing to the floor as he tells me, “Here is closer and I need itnow.”I pulse with that same fierce desire I hear in his voice as my butt cheeks land on the solid wood of our dresser. All the little toiletries and such I keep there have been swept away. He tears my babydoll gown in two and shoves his pants down to his ankles but doesn’t bother removing his shirt. Why is that so hot?
With a devilish smirk, he leans over to spit on my pussy. I gasp in shock and then moan when he fingers me deeply while teasing my clit with his thumb. “My kitten is all wet. Wonder what she needs.” I squirm and whimper, wanting more than his fingers. “Does she need this cock?” he rumbles and I can’t help but nod. “Does she need this cock to fuck her like the good little slut she is?” I gasp again, but I can’t deny his dirty mouth turns me on. I know from his triumphant grin he likes that he shocks me, and I don’t even mind. “You’re fucking mine, Caterina. Say it.”
“I’m yours, Alessio. All yours.”
“What else is mine?” he asks gruffly before capturing a nipple between his teeth. The suction, just this side of pain as he bites, nearly has me leaping out of my skin.
“My body is yours.” He raises an eyebrow. He likes for me to be specific and dirty like him. He presses down on my clit, makingme squeal his name. “Thispussyis yours, and it needs your thick cock. Please, Alessio… Fuck me.”
And he does.
Gripping my hips so hard he’s sure to leave marks, he slams into me, making the mirror on the back of the dresser rattle against the wall. I hang on, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders and begging for more. He lets me have it, pounding into me furiously against the dresser, urging me to be loud and let him know if he’s fucking his good girl just right. God, is he ever. I’m going to pass out. It's so good.
My legs hang limply on either side of his hips, and my ass is getting sore from rubbing along the hard wood. I don’t care, not when my toes are curled and my feet are looped around his muscled thighs, not when the most amazing wave of rapture is building deep inside my core. I can feel every inch of him, and the words that spill from my mouth are things I never pictured saying aloud. I can’t top Alessio when it comes to being dirty, but it would make the nuns from my old school expire on the spot.“More, more…”
“Can you take more, my good little slut?”
Even as I’m blushing fromthatword, I don’t hesitate to answer, “Yes, I want it.” And I get it.
He’s a savage, but the savage cry that slips past my lips when I come at last matches his lust. One might think he’s in here killing me instead of fucking me senseless, but who can care when I feel his cock jerk deep inside me and witness that dazed, overcome look in his eyes? His release hurtles me toward another little death as my orgasm finds a second high. I turn limp in his arms, not caring that our cum covers the wood. If he steps back, I’ll flop like a jellyfish to the floor.
But Alessio doesn’t allow that. He lifts me up and carries me to our bed, tucking me in with that beautiful tenderness he always shows me in our bedroom even after he’s fucked me hard.Stripping out of his shirt, he crawls under the covers to join me, and I’m so glad he’s home tonight. I hate that we quarreled. I hate that he’s gone so much.
“You’ve been sad,” he says quietly once the lights are turned out. “Is it all my doing?”
Much as I love the pleasure he gives me, I treasure these moments afterwards even more. It’s the softest I ever see him, a version of Alessio that I doubt anyone else truly knows, when the Reaper is just a man worn out from sex and content enough to allow his wife to snuggle up close. My heart burns with love for him. “No. I’m sad because your sisters are gone and Matilde. I miss Frankie, too. You’re away so much of the day.”
“My duty to the Trio-”
“I am the daughter of a Capo. I understand the importance of duty, Alessio. It doesn’t mean I won’t miss you when you’re not here.”
He soaks that in, and I wonder if he believes me. He said his mother tried to leave his father. Her boys, too. No doubt it left her son with some invisible scars and serious trust issues regarding women. “I can’t make the girls remain here, Caterina. If I could-”
