“Please,” she whimpers, already pushing back against me, taking me deeper. “Please, I need…”
One hand slides up her back, tangling in her hair before wrapping it around my fist. I pull just enough to arch her spine, to make her gasp. While my other hand slides around to her throat, squeezing slightly, I press a kiss to her shoulder.
“What do you need?” I ask, my hips starting a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Tell me, wife. Tell your husband what you need.”
“Harder,” she begs, her voice breaking as I hit that spot deep inside her. “Please fuck me harder.”
As I increase my pace, the sound of skin against skin fills our bedroom. “Like this?” I pull her head back by her hair, bending to press my lips to her ear. “Or do you need more?”
“More,” she gasps. “Raffaele, please… I… I need more.”
The sound of my name on her lips drives me wild. I tighten my grip on her throat just slightly, feeling her pulse hammer beneath my palm. “You’re mine,” I growl into her ear, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” she cries out, pushing back to meet each thrust. “Only you. Always you.”
“Good girl,” I growl, dragging her mouth back to mine in a rough, claiming kiss that steals the air from her lungs.
I adjust my angle, hitting deeper, making her sob with pleasure. My control is slipping. The sight of her taking my cock, the sounds she makes, the feel of her tight cunt gripping me—it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
“That’s right,” I praise, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “And I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember anyone else’s name. Until you forget everything but the feel of me inside you.”
Her walls flutter around me as another orgasm builds. I can feel it, can read it in the tension of her body, the pitch of her cries. I release her throat to slide my hand down between her legs, fingers finding her clit with ease.
“Come for me again,” I demand, circling the sensitive bud as I pound into her. “Let me feel that pretty cunt squeeze my cock.”
She shudders, her entire body tensing. “I can’t… it’s too much…”
Without warning, I flip Alina onto her back, her surprised gasp morphing into a moan as I push back inside her in one fluid thrust. I hook my arms under her knees, lifting them up and over my shoulders.
The position drives me impossibly deeper, making her eyes roll back as I bottom out. “Feel that?” I growl, grinding my hips against hers. “Feel how deep I am? This is where I belong, Alina. Buried inside you.”
Her hands fist in the sheets, knuckles white as she takes all of me. In this position, I can watch every emotion play across her face—every flicker of pleasure, every moment when it becomes almost too intense.
Her pale blue eyes lock on mine, glazed with lust but still seeing me, only me. I dip down and kiss her—slow, deliberate—like I need her to feel exactly who’s there with her.
“You’re so fucking deep,” she whimpers, the curse rare and precious on her tongue. “I can feel you everywhere.”
I roll my hips slowly, savoring the drag and clench of her pussy around my cock. The angle lets me hit that perfect spot with each thrust, and I know from the way her breath catches that she’s already climbing toward another peak.
“That’s it,” I encourage, increasing the pace gradually. “Take it all. Take everything I give you, wife.”
Her breasts bounce with each thrust, nipples hard and begging for attention. I lean forward, bending her nearly in half as Icapture one in my mouth, sucking hard. The position spreads her even wider for me, lets me sink impossibly deeper, and she cries out, her hands moving to grip my shoulders.
“Raffaele!” My name is a broken plea on her lips.
“Mhmm,” I groan, my hips snapping faster now. “You need another orgasm, Mogliettina. Give me one more so I can feel you milking my cock.”
Her nails dig into my skin, leaving crescent marks I’ll wear proudly tomorrow. I reach between us, thumb finding her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts. The sensation pushes her over the edge almost instantly.
Alina’s back arches, walls clamping down around me as she comes with a loud scream. “Raffaele! Oh, God! Fuck! Yes! Yes!”
The sight of her lost in pleasure, coupled with the vise-like grip of her pussy around my cock, triggers my own release. I drive into her once more, as deep as physically possible, and explode.
My orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave, pumping hot streams of cum deep inside her. I groan against her neck, teeth grazing before I press a rough, lingering kiss into her skin as I empty myself completely.
“Mine,” I growl, the word torn from somewhere primal and possessive. “Fuck, you’re mine.”
For several moments, we stay locked together, my body covering hers, her legs still draped over my shoulders. Our breathing gradually slows, hearts thundering against each other’s chests. When I finally have the strength to move, I don’t pull out immediately. Instead, I ease her legs down gently, massaging her thighs where they’ll be sore tomorrow.
