I gasp as his fingers find me already wet, already aching for him. “The gala?—”
“Can wait.” His voice is rough with desire. “Nothing matters but this. But us.”
I moan as Silvo spins me around, bending me over the vanity. Our eyes lock in the mirror—his dark with hunger, mine wild with need. He yanks my dress up around my waist, tearing my lace panties with one swift motion.
“Look at how wet you are for me,” he growls, sliding two fingers inside me. “Even when the world’s falling apart around us, your body knows who it belongs to.”
I gasp as his fingers curl against that sweet spot inside me. “Silvo, please?—”
“Please what?” He unzips his pants, freeing his hard cock. “Tell me what you need, Carmela.”
“Fuck me,” I beg shamelessly. “Hard. Now.”
He enters me with one brutal thrust that sends makeup bottles scattering across the vanity. I cry out, bracing myself against the cool marble as he grips my hips with bruising force.
“That’s it,” I pant, watching his face contort with pleasure in the mirror. “Make me feel you. Make me forget everything but this.”
Silvo grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back as he pounds into me relentlessly. “You like it rough, don’t you? My perfect, filthy wife.”
“Yes,” I moan as he reaches around to rub circles against my clit. “Only for you. Only ever you.”
His rhythm turns punishing, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. My carefully applied makeup smears as sweat beads on my skin.
“Say it,” he demands, slapping my ass hard enough to leave a handprint. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” I cry out. “I’m yours, Silvo. All yours.”
He flips me suddenly, lifting me onto the vanity and spreading my legs wide. When he enters me again, his eyes hold mine with unexpected tenderness.
“And I’m yours,” he whispers against my lips, his movements no less powerful but somehow more reverent. “Completely.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. The contrast of his tender words and savage thrusts pushes me toward the precipice.
“I’m close,” I whimper, digging my nails into his shoulders through his tuxedo.
“Come for me, Carmela,” Silvo commands, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me with each thrust. “Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze my cock.”
I arch my back as the pressure builds, my body tensing. “Oh god, Silvo—I’m?—”
My orgasm crashes through me in violent waves. I cry out his name as my walls clench around him, my vision blurring at the edges. Silvo doesn’t slow his pace, fucking me through the aftershocks, prolonging my pleasure until I’m trembling and incoherent.
“That’s it,” he growls, his eyes dark with lust as he watches me come apart. “You look so fucking beautiful when you come on my cock.”
He pulls out suddenly, flipping me onto my stomach across the vanity. I gasp as he slams back into me, one hand gripping my hip while the other tangles in my hair.
“You want more?” His voice is rough against my ear. “You want me to fill this sweet pussy?”
“Yes,” I moan, pushing back against him. “God, yes.”
His thrusts grow harder, more urgent. “You want me to breed this pussy? Put my baby in you?”
The filthy words send an unexpected jolt of pleasure through me. “Fuck, Silvo—yes.”
“Say it,” he demands, slapping my ass hard. “Tell me what you want.”
“Breed me,” I beg shamelessly. “Fill me up. I want to feel your cum inside me.”
He groans, his rhythm faltering as his control slips. “Fuck, Carmela. You want me to knock you up? Want everyone at that gala to see my cum leaking down your thighs?”
