“That’s right,” he nods slowly, his eyes moving over my body again. “Turn around, hands on the vanity.”
I spin around, my hands gripping the wood before I realize what has happened, primed to follow his commands. My thighs clench together because it’s so fucking good and I love it.
He’s the only one. The only man who could ever command me and make me feel in control when he does. He’s the only one I will ever submit to; caged in a different way and not minding the bars this time.
I arch my back and spread my legs for Lorenzo as he gathers the skirt of my dress and pulls it up and out of the way. My body tingles with anticipation and I know what he’s about to see. I bite my lip to stop myself from giggling over how good his reaction is going to be.
“Fuck,” he grits out. There’s a hint of awe in his voice, “No panties?”
I look up into the mirror and meet his eyes there. “Why bother? As if I didn’t know you’d be stopping by,” I arch an eyebrow, challenging him to accuse me of not knowing him again.
His movements are jerky as he undoes his pants and pulls his cock from his boxers. When he sinks into my pussy, I meet his thrusts, needing it, craving it. He’s not the only one with an obsession, fueled by possessiveness and need.
I’m the same way.
His grip is hard enough to leave bruises on my hips and my pussy squeezes him because the bite of pain is so damn good. He leans over my back and groans, “You’re going to be walking down the aisle to me with my cum rolling down the inside of your thighs.”
“Please,” I moan, the picture he’s painted almost making me come instantly.
“Fuck, wife,” he growls.
A shiver runs up my spine and I wish my hair wasn’t done so he could tangle his fingers there. I settle for being able to watch him in the mirror as I reach between my legs and rub my clit. Watching his head tip back and his eyes sliding closed as he grunts, I know he’s close to coming.
“Need you to fill me up,” I plead with him and his eyes snap open and meet mine.
“Fucking come,” he snarls.
His commanding words and the fire in his eyes push me over the edge and my pussy clamps down on his cock, squeezing him tight as my knees lock up before almost buckling. Lorenzo’s grip on my body keeps me upright as his jaw clenches and the first jet of his cum shoots from his twitching cock.
We pant and ride out the pleasure, our eyes still locked in the mirror as smiles spread across our lips.
“Love you, Lorenzo.”
Lorenzo winks at me. “My love, my loyalty,principessa.”
