Carmela begins to move, slowly at first, rising and falling on my cock with deliberate, teasing strokes. Each time she sinks down, she rolls her hips, taking me deeper.
“Fuck, you feel so good around me,” I growl, watching her perfect tits bounce with each movement. “Your pussy was made for my cock.”
She smiles wickedly, slowing her pace even more. “Is that right? Maybe I should stop then...” She lifts herself until only the tip of me remains inside her.
I grip her hips tighter, forcing her back down. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“Or what?” she challenges, clenching her walls around me.
“Or I’ll bend you over this desk and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”
She leans forward, her hair falling around us like a curtain. “Promises, promises.”
I thrust upward suddenly, making her gasp. “I never make promises I don’t keep.”
Carmela picks up her pace, riding me harder, her hands braced against my chest. “You want to fill me up, Silvo? Want to put a baby in me?”
Her words send fire through my veins. “Going to breed this pretty pussy. Make you swell with my child.”
“Then fuck me like you mean it,” she demands, grinding down harder.
I grab her ass, helping her movements, feeling myself getting closer. “Touch yourself. Let me see you come on my cock.”
Her fingers find her clit, circling it as she continues to ride me. Her walls start to flutter around me, and I know she’s close.
“Not yet,” I command, stilling her hips. “Not until I say.”
She whimpers in frustration but obeys, her body trembling with restraint. I hold her there, both of us on the edge, savoring the exquisite torture.
When I can’t take it anymore, I thrust up hard. “Now. Come for me now.”
Carmela crashes her lips against mine as her orgasm hits. I swallow her cries, my tongue tangling with hers as I pump into her once, twice more before exploding inside her, filling her with pulse after pulse of hot seed.
As she shudders around me, our bodies locked together in perfect sync, I hold her close. Her lips are still against mine, her breathing ragged, and I’m still emptying myself deep inside her.
Something shifts in my chest—not the realization that I love her, I’ve known that for weeks now. But something deeper. A certainty that settles into my bones.
I break the kiss to look at her face—flushed, eyes half-closed in pleasure, lips swollen from my kisses. My wife. The mother of my future children. My partner in this dangerous world.
I want this forever.
Not just the passion or the connection, but everything. I want to watch her grow round with our child. Want to see her hair turn gray beside mine. Want decades of mornings waking up next to her, decades of nights falling asleep with her in my arms.
I pull her closer, burying my face in her neck as I continue to pulse inside her, my body giving her everything I have. My fingers tangle in her hair, gripping perhaps too tightly, but I need this anchor.
“Mine,” I whisper against her skin. Not a claim of ownership—a vow of belonging. “Forever mine.”
Her walls flutter around me, milking every last drop. “Forever yours,” she whispers back, and I know she understands what I can’t quite put into words yet.
I kiss her again, trying to show her what I’m feeling. This wasn’t supposed to happen. We were an arrangement, a business transaction. I never planned to fall in love with my arranged wife.
But I did. And now I want everything—not just tonight, but every night for the rest of our lives.
30
SILVO
The basement air hangs thick with anticipation as I descend the stairs. Lorenzo waits at the bottom, arms folded across his chest. He made the trip up from Miami specifically for this.
