“Yes, Right there, d-don’t stop,” I moaned out, Alessandro pounding in on me like I was just a fuck toy to him, Our hips slamming together, filling the room with my moans and his groans.
His hands clung onto my thighs, pushing his cock deeper inside me with every thrust, My pussy leaking out arousal every second.
Alessandro buried his head in the crook of my neck, still slamming his cock deep inside me, making me a moaning mess, his body was sweaty, and his hair stuck to his forehead.
“You always feel so good for me, baby,” He murmured into my neck.
I grabbed his head and tugged on it, making him groan, My pussy felt numb, and my legs were already shaking from the roughness.
“O-oh my god,” I moaned into his ear, which only made him fuck me harder.
I felt his cock jerk inside of me and with a push, he filled my pussy up with his hot seed.
“Fuck” He panted, collapsing on the pillow next to me, holding my hand, our fingers intertwining.
“Let’s clean you up,” he breathed out, and I could barely speak a word after he fucked me into oblivion.
And with that, he picked me up in a bridal style as if I weighed nothing and placed me under the shower. I couldn’t stand up, so Alessandro held onto my waist.
“Can I wash your hair?” I shyly asked Alessandro.
“Of course, you can princess” He pecked my cheek passing me the shampoo.
I squeezed the shampoo out of the bottle and placed it in my hands, motioning Alessandro to bend down so his head was at my level.
I knead the shampoo through his
wavy locks of hair and pulling slightly to make sure it was all around his scalp, and he let out soft groans.
I rinsed his hair and kept repeating the process until his hair was clean.
He washed my hair, too, his hands kneading my scalp skillfully, and he looked so beautiful trying to concentrate on the areas that needed more shampoo.
We quickly cleaned ourselves off; I wrapped a towel around my chest and wrapped one loosely around his waist; I looked into the mirror spread across the wall and began brushing my teeth.
Alessandro came up behind me wrapping his huge arms around my waist and propping his head on my bare shoulder.
“I love you so fucking much,” He whispered in my ear, his hot breath fanning my neck. “So fucking much,” He repeated.
“I love you,” I rasped out before spitting the remaining toothpaste out of my mouth.
“I’m happy I married you, even though it didn’t seem like it at first,” I smirk, and he chuckled into my shoulder.
“Let go to bed, hm.” Before I could answer, he once again picked me up in bridal style, throwing me onto the bed, and I let out a scream. My towel fell on the floor from the impact, leaving me completely naked.
“You’re so beautiful,” He said, taking in my scent; his eyes were attached to my boobs, licking his lips, and clearly thinking about something in that brain of his.
“Touch yourself,” He said bluntly.
“W-what?” I said, almost confused at his straightforwardness.
“Did I fucking stutter? I said touch yourself, I want to watch” His eyes fixed on my bare pussy and I spread my legs for him.
“Like this?” I teased lowering my hand to my clit circling it and running a finger through my already wet folds, I brought my hand back up to my mouth sticking two fingers in and sucking on
them both.
I slowly stuck one finger into my pussy pushing it in and out.
“Shit,” I breathed, throwing my head back and hearing Alessandro darkly chuckle; I then placed two fingers inside of me, pushing them both in and out, making me even wetter than I already was; I flicked my clit with my thumb vigorously and let out a loud moan, almost reaching my peak.
One more push of my fingers and I reached my climax.
Spreading the cum all over my pussy for Alessandro to see, he licked his lips and adjusted the towel that was placed over his cock.
“You are so fucking hot,” He chuckled, shaking his head, grabbing a pair of panties for me to wear, and tossed them at me. He then put in a pair of Calvin Klein boxers and fell next to me on the bed.
“You’re so beautiful.” He smiled, turning over to look me in the eyes, and stroked my cheek with his knuckles.
“You did so well today sweetheart”
“You mean the torturing on the sex?” I questioned grinning to myself.
“Both.” He smiled pulling me into his hairy chest.
“I think Ian and Isabella are cute together don’t you think?” I asked shyly breathing into his muscular chest.
“Not as cute as us” He murmured.
“Go to sleep, we have a long day tomorrow, finally killing that fucker”
“Then we can go home?” I looked up into his eyes and placed a kiss on his jaw, his stubble pricking my lips.
“Yes, my love, we can go home,” He whispered sleepily into my ear, clinging onto me, our bodies intertwined with one another; it was the most beautiful feeling in the world.
The next morning, Alessandro and I packed, ready to go home, and made a quick trip to the warehouse to pay a little visit to you-know-who.
“There he is, he’s almost dead bless God,” Alessandro brought Ivan Out and put him into the chair in his whining state; Ivan was covered in dried blood and tears; he was shivering cold.
Perfect!
“Today is your lucky day, my friend,” Alessandro said, excited for what was about to happen.
“Here you go, my beautiful wife,” He said, handing me a gun.
“P-please don’t kill me, I’ll do anything I have money, I have a family, please don’t kill me,” Ivan pleaded, only making me want to do it more.
“You killed my father, and God knows how many children you have killed; you’re going straight to hell, you sick bastard!” I yelled through gritted teeth, and my jaw clenched.
“Fucking whore!” He screamed.
Alessandro gives him a hard punch, almost knocking him out.
I loaded the gun, placing just one bullet inside.
“Should I go for the head or the heart?” I asked Alessandro smiling as if we were a psycho married couple.
Which we kinda are.