“Shut up and do it already.” Her hips swung from side to side in invitation.
A corner of my lips twitched. “Last time I checked, you don’t give the orders around here.”
If looks could kill, Enzo would be ordering my gravestone right about now.
She scoffed. “Enjoying your little power trip?”
“Immensely.”
Her gaze lifted to the ceiling as she muttered, “Of course you are.”
Grabbing the discarded dildo, I placed it beside my erection. It was almost comical how the real thing dwarfed the imitation my wife had purchased. But it was the perfect size for what I had in mind.
Without warning, I shoved the silicone cock into her pussy. Since she was dripping down her thighs, it slid in easily. After a few thrusts to ensure it was sufficiently coated in her arousal, I brought the blunt tip to her ass and began working it past the tight ring of muscle.
“Fuck.” Her forehead dropped to the mattress, her fists clenching the sheets.
With shallow pumps, I pushed deeper. “Does it burn, baby?”
Through panting breaths, she replied, “You know it fucking does. You didn’t prep me.”
“I believe your exact words were ‘shut up and do it already.’ Or did I hear that wrong?”
A growl vibrated through her chest as I finally bottomed out with the dildo. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. Guess you’ll have to be more clear next time.”
I pressed the button at the base to activate the vibrating feature. Rory squealed in surprise, but it was nothing compared to the shriek she let out when I lined up at her entrance and slammed home, filling her pussy in one smooth stroke.
White-hot pleasure almost caused me to pass out, and I dropped my forehead to the center of her back, trying like hell to hang onto the fraying thread of my control. Because right now, with her cunt gripping me tighter than I could ever remember, I wanted to let loose, to destroy any illusions she might have that her body didn’t wholly belong to me.
My wife sobbed beneath me. “So full.”
Grunting, I shoved upright. With an iron grip on her hips, I withdrew before surging forward again. The sharp crack of my abs meeting her ass was like a gunshot used to signal the start of a sprint at a track meet, and we were off to the races. Each jarring slam forced the cock in her ass deeper, the overwhelming sensation of double penetration causing her to cry out beneath me—begging to come, begging for mercy, begging for me to never stop.
She was a blubbering, shaking mess, the warning ripples of her inner walls almost enough to trigger my own release.
Time was running out. I wouldn’t last much longer.
Gritting my teeth against my balls drawing so tight it was hard to breathe, I forced out, “Who does your pleasure belong to?”
Rory’s knees buckled, and she fell flat against the mattress. I looped an arm around her torso, hauling her upright before landing a sharp smack between her open thighs.
“Who?” I demanded, slowing down and grinding my hips to keep her—and me—right on the edge.
A whimper slipped past her lips, delirious in her need to come.
I pinched her nipple. “Say it.”
She swallowed thickly. “Y-you.”
“That’s my good girl,” I praised before letting her drop back down to her hands and knees and pounding into her as if my life depended on it, like if I couldn’t unload inside her, I might die.
Rory’s screams rose in pitch right before every muscle in her body seized, and her pussy clamped down so strongly that I saw stars. There was no more holding back; my hips pumped furiously as my orgasm violently tore through me. Black spots danced across my vision; the force of my release stole the very breath from my lungs.
“Gio, I can’t take any more!” Rory clawed at the sheets, trying to escape our connection.
Completely drained, I collapsed onto the bed, an arm thrown over my eyes as I tried to catch my breath. Still, my wife continued to moan, thrashing beside me, and it took a minute to come back to my senses enough to realize the buzzing I heard was from the vibrating dildo still in her ass.
