I give her exactly what she fiercely demands. I pound into her with savage, unrelenting force.
The world outside this sealed penthouse does not exist. The Bellanti syndicate does not exist. Arthur Reeves and his cowardly betrayal do not exist. The impending mafia war does not exist.
I am a man completely possessed.
I slide my large hands roughly up her torso. I squeeze her heavy tits fiercely. My thumbs drag painfully over her hard, sensitive nipples.
She writhes wildly beneath me. Her fingernails rake aggressively down my hairy chest, leaving angry red half-moons in my dark skin.
I change the angle. I slide my massive arms under her back, lifting her torso off the marble counter. I press her flushed face deeply into the crook of my thick neck.
I thrust aggressively upward. Hitting a deep, hidden spot inside her tight, wet walls.
She shrieks loudly. A raw, feral sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"Right there," she begs fiercely.
I hammer that exact spot. Merciless. Unrelenting.
The deep friction is agonizingly good. The overwhelming heat is unbearable.
Her tight pussy spasms violently around my cock. She is incredibly close.
I speed up my brutal thrusts. Grinding my heavy pubic bone directly against her swollen clit with every single deep, driving stroke.
She milks me fiercely. Her wet walls grip my shaft with a crushing pressure, drawing the heavy climax rapidly out of my tight balls.
"Matteo!" she screams. Her body bows rigidly off the counter.
Her climax hits exactly like a violent, bone-deep thrum. Violent, cascading waves of intense pleasure crush my cock in a desperate vice grip.
I lose all control.
My balls pull painfully tight against my body. A feral, possessive roar tears from my throat.
I drive my thick cock to the absolute hilt, pinning her thick hips violently to the marble island.
I cum.
Hot, thick seed erupts powerfully from my shaft. Flooding her deep inside. I pump heavy load after heavy load of my intense climax directly into her tight womb. Claiming her from the inside out. Branding her as my woman.
My massive body shakes violently with the brutal force of the primal release. I bury my face deeply in her neck, aggressively inhaling the intoxicating scent of her skin.
I pump the final, thick spurts of my heavy seed deep inside her slick, coated passage.
I collapse heavily against her soft, beautiful curves.
My broad chest heaves deeply for air. We are covered in slick sweat and white baking flour. A perfect, beautiful ruin in the center of my brutal world.
She strokes my dark hair gently. Her small, delicate fingers trace the coarse silver strands at my temples affectionately.
I withdraw my slowly softening cock. A thick, messy mixture of my heavy seed and her slick wetness spills down her pale thighs, dripping audibly onto the flour-dusted marble counter.
I gather her completely into my massive arms. I lift her entire body off the kitchen counter. She wraps her legs tightly around my waist, burying her face against my heavily tattooed shoulder.
"Do not put me down," she whispers fiercely.
"Never," I vow.
