“Look at me,” I command, waiting until those blue eyes meet mine. “Now move.”
Her movements are hesitant at first, unsure. I palm her hips harder, guiding her into a rhythm that has us both gasping.
“Play with your tits,” I instruct, my voice rough with need. “Show me how good it feels.”
Her hands rise to cup her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples as she continues to ride me.
“Does my cock feel good inside you?” I ask, watching her face.
“Yes,” she moans, her pace quickening.
I reach up and pinch one nipple, hard enough to make her gasp. “Use your words,” I demand. “Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels… good,” she manages, her rhythm faltering.
Smirking, I grab her hips, holding her in place so she can’t move. “You can do better than that, Alina. Tell me exactly how my cock feels in your cunt.”
Her face flames red at my crude language. “Raffaele, I can’t do that.”
“You can if you want to come again.” I keep her immobile despite her attempts to move. “No more pleasure until you tell me.”
She bites her lip, struggling with herself. “Your… your penis feels amazing inside me,” she whispers.
I pinch her nipple again, harder this time. “This isn’t a medical examination, wife. And this…” I thrust up and deeper into her heat. “… isn’t a penis. It’s a cock or a dick. Say, ‘Your cock feels amazing in my cunt.’”
She swallows hard, her voice barely audible as she repeats, “Your… c-cock feels amazing in my… my c-cunt.”
“Louder,” I demand, loosening my grip just enough to let her move slightly, giving her a taste of the pleasure that awaits.
“Your cock feels amazing in my cunt,” she says, her voice stronger now.
“Such a good fucking wife you are,” I praise, releasing her hips. “Now fuck me like you mean it.”
Her movements grow more confident with my encouragement. Each time she hesitates or uses a euphemism, I stop her pleasure, holding her still until she corrects herself with the crude language that still makes her blush.
“I want to…” she begins, then catches herself. “I want you to fuck me harder.”
“Better,” I growl, thrusting up to meet her downward movements. “What else?”
With each demand, her voice grows stronger, her embarrassment giving way to arousal. I edge her repeatedly, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before stopping, making her use her words to earn her release.
“Please,” she begs after the third time I’ve denied her, “I need to come.”
“Tell me how,” I insist, my own control hanging by a thread.
She takes a deep breath, and when she speaks, her voice is clear and commanding. “I want you to rub my clit while I ride your cock. I want you to pinch my nipples and tell me I’m yours while I come all over your dick.”
Holy fuck. My cock throbs inside her at her words, at the transformation from shy baker to confident woman who knows what she wants.
“Your wish is my command,” I growl, my thumb finding her clit as I thrust up hard into her heat.
She rides me with abandon now, all hesitation gone as she chases her pleasure. “Raffaele, yes! Your cock feels so deep. I’m going to come!”
Her walls clamp down around me as she reaches her peak, her nails digging into my chest as she cries out my name. The sight of her—head thrown back, breasts bouncing, body trembling with release—pushes me over the edge.
I grip her hips hard enough to bruise. “Fuck. Alina. My beautiful, perfect wife,” I growl as I empty myself inside her, shooting my cum deep into her perfect pussy.
When she collapses against my chest, I roll us so she’s on her back. I stay inside her, reaching for a pillow to slide beneath her hips.
