I stand tall.
I grab a handful of spilled flour from the counter. I crush the white powder fiercely in my massive fist, letting the excess spill over my dark knuckles. I wipe my large palm forcefully down my bare thigh. A stark white streak against my dark, heavily tattooed skin.
The heavy, primal stench of sex dominates the air.
I grip my heavy, throbbing cock. I align the broad, weeping head directly with her slick pussy.
I lock my dark, brooding eyes onto hers.
"Mine," I declare. The single word is an absolute command. A territorial vow sworn in blood and bone.
"Yours," she gasps. Her small hands reach out urgently for my thick, heavily muscled shoulders. "Fill me."
I thrust forward.
The thick head of my cock breaches her tight, wet passage.
She cries out. Her body jerks upward.
I stop halfway. Gritting my teeth violently against the excruciating friction. She is impossibly tight. Her narrow walls stretch painfully around my massive girth. The thick slick coats my skin, easing the brutal entry, but my sheer, heavy size demands a slow, methodical claiming.
"Wrap your legs around my waist," I order.
She obeys instantly. Her bare, flour-dusted calves hook tightly behind my lower back. Her heels dig fiercely into my spine.
I grip her thick, soft hips. My massive hands easily span her waist.
I push forward. A long, agonizingly slow drive.
I sink into her completely, burying my heavy cock up to the absolute hilt.
My heavy balls slap loudly against her ass. We are seamlessly joined.
A deep, guttural groan rips forcefully from my chest.
The sensation is absolute madness. The tight, wet heat of her pussy gripping my massive cock is better than anything I have ever experienced in my forty-four years on this earth. It silences every single demon in my skull. It extinguishes the twenty-year fire of grief, vengeance, and bloody memories.
There is only this.
There is only her.
I pull back slowly. The intense friction drags a soft, broken whimper from her throat.
I slam forward.
The wet, heavy smack of flesh meeting flesh echoes sharply in the dark bunker.
I establish a brutal, relentless rhythm. Pulling almost all the way out, stretching her entrance to the limit, then driving my massive cock deep into her womb. Grinding my heavy pelvis violently against hers.
She takes every single inch of me. Her inner walls clench perfectly and tightly around my thick shaft.
I set a feral, punishing pace.
Flour puffs violently into the air with every single deep thrust. A fine white mist settles over my dark, tribal-tattooed shoulders. It dusts her flushed, heavy breasts. It coats our sweat-slicked bodies.
"You belong to me," I grunt heavily with every deep, driving stroke.
"I am yours," she cries out. "Matteo, harder!"
