I smile lazily. “I think you mean disheveled.”
“No. Beautiful.”
“Your turn now,” I tell him, trying to pull him down so I can feel that thick cock inside me.
He smiles almost cruelly. “Yes it is, wife.”
At the glint in his eyes, I wonder if I should have kept his true self caged up after all. Maybe he had good reason to keep it silenced.
But all thoughts flee when he stands and strips off his shirt to reveal all that military-honed muscle, the scars and ink I've been dying to explore. Then his sweatpants drop and his cock springs free. Thick, long, the head already wet with precum.
"Get on your knees," he commands.
I scramble to obey, kneeling on the bed in front of him. His cock is right there, inches from my face, and my mouth waters.
"You wanted to taste me on the boat," he says, one hand tangling in my hair. "Open your mouth."
I part my lips and he pushes inside, not gentle, not careful. His cock stretches my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag slightly.
"That's it," he groans, holding my head still while he fucks my mouth. "Take it all. Every inch. You said you wanted it, now you got it."
I relax my throat, letting him push deeper, my eyes watering. His cock is so thick I can barely breathe around it, but the sounds he's making keep me going. Desperate, wrecked sounds that make me want to take more.
"Fuck, your mouth," he pants, hips snapping forward. "I’ve been imagining this. You on your knees, choking on me."
I moan around him, the vibration making him curse. My hands come up to cup his balls, rolling them gently, and his grip in my hair tightens.
"Enough," he says suddenly, pulling out.
A string of saliva connects my lips to his cock and he groans at the sight. He glances to the bathroom door, and for a moment I think he’s going to flee. But then he pushes me onto my back, spreading my legs wide. For a moment he just looks at me. Spread out, naked, pussy dripping, lips swollen from his cock.
I must look a complete mess, red and sweaty, but his eyes hold nothing but lust.
"I need to be inside you, woman," he says, positioning himself at my entrance. "Right now."
My agreement comes out like a whimper rather than words, and I wrap my legs around his waist, willing him to understand that I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
He slams into me with one brutal thrust, filling me completely. We both cry out. Him from the tight, wet heat, me from the sudden fullness. He's so thick it borders on too much, stretching me to my limit.
"Fuck," he grits out, jaw clenched.
The look in his eyes is wild, like he’s about to flee the scene of a crime. I can see the fear in his gaze, so I reach up and cup his face with my hand.
“Stay with me, Nico,” I say.
If he leaves now, there’ll be no coming back from it. If he disappears into the bathroom, I won’t pursue him again. This is it. I don’t voice all that, but I can tell he hears it anyway.
"Move," I beg, clenching around him deliberately. "Please, Nico, stay with me."
He pulls almost all the way out, then eases in slowly, his gaze softening as it lands on mine. “I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to, Mrs.Rosetti.”
My lips twitch in a smile, and the weirdest part is that I don’t even feel like teasing him for his wife roleplaying fantasy.
He starts moving in earnest then, his thrusts deep and powerful. Each one hits something inside me that makes my vision blur. This isn't the mechanical perfection from before. This is raw, animalistic, his control completely shattered.
"I need to feel you come on my cock," he growls, angling his hips to hit my g-spot with every thrust. "Need to feel this pussy squeezing me when you fall apart."
I wrap my legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper. "Don't hold back," I beg, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Let me see you. All of you."
