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Slyly, you sneak up behind Bruno and smooth a hand down his broad shoulder, feeling the taut material wrapped around his muscles. The Mafioso immediately senses you while on a phone call and brushes over the top of your hand before gesturing for you to come in front of him with a finger. You do, revealing to him that you’re in nothing but a set of opulent jewelry he bought you recently. Not having the pleasure of seeing you in it until now, his blue eyes gleam at the glowing jewelry that compliments your skin. Diamond earrings dangle from your earlobes like crystalline tears that make him want to watch them jostle around as he makes love to you. A diamond necklace that gleams with every movement as it frames your collarbones and neck beautifully. Though, it only makes him want to rip it off you so he can kiss every inch of your skin. A matching bracelet dresses your wrist with grace, highlighting the glory that is your magnificent wedding ring.
Bruno is eating you up like a fine meal, but his voice nor face is proof of it. As your husband talks on the phone, you take it upon yourself to curl up against his built body. His leering eyes follow you, unabashedly staring at your nude form. Your supple flesh entices him as it folds and shifts with your movements, admiring every detail of your perfect body. Wrapping an arm around you, you nestle into his pec and rest your ear on it. His voice is like velvet when he speaks and even more so in his mother tongue, it makes a euphonious song that kisses your ears like honey. A large hand idly caresses your back, the roughness of the skin on his palms and fingertips brushing across your soft skin with a hint of possessiveness. Feeling his expensive suit on your bare skin is comforting, so comforting it could make you fall asleep if it weren’t for how delicious he currently looks. The expensive fabric feels like a million bucks against you, taut against his muscles and warm, you sigh with contentment. Bruno smells just as good as he looks too, his cologne driving the heat in your gut to further intensify.
Though… his phone call is taking too long.
A spark of confidence and a hint of brattiness washes over you, and you stretch a leg out over his muscled thigh with your knee resting atop his crotch. The scowl he gives you should deter you, but of course it doesn't. Bruno’s nostrils flare in both anger and arousal, his oceanic orbs slowly cascading down your naked form. The silhouette of your gorgeous body is tantalizing, but important matters of his job come first. With a hesitant look, you gauge his reaction as you move atop his lap. Your center is free of obstacles, a gap away from his crotch. His hand at your back traverses to your waist and then arm and hand, bringing it to his plush lips. Thick, dark brows drop lower onto his lids, making them hooded and smolder as he tests you. Slowly, he skims your knuckles across his plush lips as he speaks, taunting and daring you to keep going.
With frustration further bubbling up inside you, you take his hand, (rather he lets you take it) and move them over your lips. You kiss down his long fingers until you meet his golden rings. Fishing out his ring finger, you lick above the wedding band wrapped around his digit until you reach his fingertip. Bruno’s lips slightly part as your tongue swirls around his finger before taking it into your mouth. He glares at you, his face turning into a fierce scowl. Pulling it out with a pop, you join his middle and do the same thing, bobbing on them as you do with his cock. Thinking you riled him up, your smugness annoys him and he quickly pinches your tongue. Pulling it out of your mouth, he keeps it there, humiliating you. Your shocked expression amuses him into a wicked smirk as he talks slickly in his mother tongue, nearly chuckling over his words.
Finally, he lets go and you immediately take his hand to divert it down to your breasts, but he grabs your wrist in return to get out of your grasp in a flash. Bruno stoic as ever wraps a hand around your neck and squeezes it. Instantly, your brows knit, and your mouth parts from the satisfaction you feel on your throat. Through your small win of pleasure, you spot his erection and palm it triumphantly. Shooting daggers at you with piercing eyes, he swiftly coughs to mask a brisk strike to your cheek. Seeing your earrings jingle and your expression turning flustered makes his cock twitch, loving the fact that you enjoy such a vile thing as he does. Bruno grips your face, making your lips purse as he squeezes your cheeks. The glare he sends you is unlike any other, telling you to stop or face his wrath. The tone in his voice turns venomous as he speaks, the melodic roughness of his tongue makes your head spin.
While letting go of your face, he gently shoves it back with a pleased expression. Sure, he’s angry with you, but still, Bruno being a man, can’t help himself as his greedy eyes explore your body with vicious desire. The look he gives you is possessive, almost like he’s telling himself you’re all his. Stopping at your pussy, he notices a string of wetness dripping from you. Impassively, he reaches down to ladle the viscous web back up to your folds with a squelch. You gasp and rotate your hips with want, prompting a firm look from him. His facade stays focused as he rubs your drenched folds up and down, coating his digits. Moans spill from your gaped mouth before you cover it with embarrassment. Painting his precious rings with your nectar, he pulls back and inspects how dripping wet his hand is. Showing it off as a trophy, he embarrasses you with the glorious decoration that drips down to the back of his hand. Rotating his sinewy hand, the veins marbling the top is highlighted as the light catches it. Talking like nothing is happening, he doesn’t even look at you as he seems all too enthralled in the nefarious conversation with one of his subordinates. Chatting about the gang’s target and the fact that Bruno beat a scum bag to a bloody pulp should scare you off, but somehow it turns you on knowing what your man is capable of.
Resuming his hand on your cunt, his long, thick middle finger parts you down the center and quickly slips inside you to meet a tight resistance. For a second his lips part, remembering the exact tightness he feels when he’s inside you. While he thrusts in the digit, your walls clench and he increases the speed, knowing your body like the back of his hand. Keeping explicit eye contact, the two of you get lost within each other’s eyes, hoping the call will end soon. His lips begin to part even when he isn’t talking, showing just how much this is actually affecting him. Bruno slips in another finger and hooks them inside you, pressing against your sweet spot hard. Angry fingers hit your g-spot rapidly with a clear intention of wringing a fast and intense orgasm out of you. Your other hand grasps his wrist while you squirm in his lap, about to tip over. Before you can though, he withdraws and grins deviously.
Thankfully, though, he grabs you by the hips and pushes you over his clothed erections with a strong force. The squish your wet pussy brings causes him to quietly grunt, camouflaging it in small bursts of sighs. Your slick smears across the fabric of his immaculate, black suit, highlighting the curvature of his thick cock. Grinding against him on your own accord, your clit repeatedly rubs his bulge perfectly, prompting the previously built orgasm to quickly coil itself inside you. But suddenly, he cruelly pushes you off and you whine before realizing he has the phone between his cheek and shoulder while unzipping his pants. His cock comes out with a heavy bob, standing up with a curve that promises to hit all of your pleasurable spots. Thick veins swirl around his girthy length, his leaking rosy tip glistening as a few droplets spill out. Bruno marvels at you as you do him, but before you know it, he’s grabbing your waist and picking you up over his cock. You're not in the air for too long before he shoves you down onto his cock with a heavy sigh. You whine and yelp through your hand, your stretching walls already constricting his cock. Shuttering on his lap, you grip his veiny forearms to keep balance and wail. Your eyes roll back and your body arches, baring your breasts to him as you quiver from your orgasm. Tears rim your eyes before they fall down past your lashes and to your cheeks.
Tears drip down onto your thighs as you come to, looking at him as a hot sneer is planted on his face. He’s astonished that your body came just by him penetrating you. Bruno clenches his jaw, the muscle lining his sharp jawline flexing in irritation and arousal that won’t go away until he ravages you. His eyes shut the second you lift from him, and the words ‘si sta facendo tardi’ leave his mouth before hanging up the phone. Excitement hits you, but something else does as well: his palm. A quick smack to your face has you reeling with a rupture of blissful pain. Bruno stands up with you in his arms, carrying you like a feather. (It’s getting late.)
“Sei una cagna bisognosa, vero? ” He spits, his accent thick as anger flows through him. “Ti scoperò finché le tue gambe non si rifiuteranno di funzionare,” he sneers. (You’re a needy bitch, aren’t you?) (I’ll fuck you until your legs refuse to work.)
With your legs hooked over the crook of his elbows, he feverishly snaps into you while gripping your ass for leverage. His nails are already breaking the barrier of your skin, making superficial crescent-shaped cuts into your ass. He’s mad, but his cock is enjoying the way your sensitive walls feel as they swallow him over and over. You’re left to dangle in his arms like a puppet, savoring the way he’s using you for his own appetite. While Bruno spears you on his cock, the head of it repeatedly bangs into your sweet spot with each and every hilt, expediting another strong orgasm. The speed at which he’s going can only be described as animalistic and he wouldn’t want it any other way after the stunt you pulled. The pain of being stretched constantly is enigmatic but agonizing, and you can feel just how much he’s hitting deep inside you.
Stuffing you full, he grunts while you cry out babbles of nonsense for him to slow down, but bliss soon engulfs you. Pleasure eats at you two like a visceral response, driving your bodies into a maddened frenzy that can’t be stopped. Bruno obsessively watches you struggle with the assault down below, adoring the jounce of the sparkly necklace above your bouncing breasts. Your body prances on his cock along with the beautiful jewelry you graciously adorned for him like a divine piece of art, one he wants to ruin. He just can’t get enough of you and is becoming incredibly insatiable by the second.
An intense look is permanently donned on his worked-up face, an angry but passionate expression that is sure to send you blazing down a heated abyss. The big tension inside you winds into a tight ball, an impending flow that is making your eyes water. Bruno can feel it inside you, just how intense it’s going to be by how your pussy is squeezing him tighter than before. Grimacing, his brows furrow while your body embraces him beautifully. The only man in the world that can make you lose it with an expression pounds you with all his might, licking over his lips as he gives you his all and more.
And lose it you do, your breath is ripped from your lungs until a flow of moans and curses blurt out of your mouth. Your walls pulse and tighten on him while your orgasm crashes through you in waves, making you quiver in his grasp. Liquid spurts from you, trickling down his shaft and balls all the while he’s still drilling into you vigorously. Bruno groans, feeling the heat of your wetness further splash on him, adoring how you lose yourself when he fucks you. You scream through your sobs, clutching him as your body trembles violently. Through your orgasm, his speed doesn’t relent, instead, it increases ferociously. Fat tears soak your cheeks and jaw, dripping off your face and flicking away. Your voice is reduced to small screams and your nails have no choice but to dig into the fabric of his suit out of desperation as intense rapture clings to your body.
“Bruno,” you whine, holding onto his stable body while you carelessly jostle in his hands. “Too much,” you hiccup. You feel something enormous pile up inside you once more as he overstimulates you.
“You should have thought about that before strutting around like a slut. You wanted pleasure, no? So I’m giving it to you,” he sneers.
You look at him pleadingly and his nostrils flare, he almost feels bad. The combination of the desperate expression you give him and the thick tears wetting your cheeks is delightful, it sends twinges down his cock. He adores this face so much, how could he ever stop?
“I love this face you make when I wreck you. It makes me so hard, carina,” he growls.
You sputter out a whine and he smirks, showing no sign of fatigue with the rapid thrusts he’s eagerly accelerating. Messy, inky locks sway against his high cheekbones, his bangs swiftly going astray across his forehead. Weeping, you fight to breathe, but he’s making it difficult for you and panic ensues as an almost terrifying amount of pleasure forms in you. Bruno’s cock drives through your trickling pussy, his eyes fixated on the drop of drool that’s seeping from your lips.
“Gonna cum again, Mrs. Buccellati?” He rumbles deeply.
Loud smacks and heavy pants coming from his parted mouth kiss your ear before your own scream cuts through like a strike of thunder. Heavy drops of liquid escape you as your cunt chokes him, making him hiss out curses. Knocking the air out of you, his impetuous slams makes an earring fly off in the heat of your release. The diamond crashes onto the floor while he crashes into you one last time before lifting your shaking and leaking body off him. Streams of your release accompany his cock as it leaves you, soaking his pants and the floor in an obscene view. Bruno haphazardly spins you around on your heels, seizing your arms and pulling them back towards him. With your entire body malleable, he moves you like a doll, one that can barely stand as it cries and shakes. His famished stare hones in on your thoroughly soaked pussy from behind, watching droplets cascade down your inner thighs.
“Che vista sporca,” he comments as his head tilts to look at you. (What a dirty view.)
Guiding his leaking cock from your ass, he trails it to your lower lips and roughly penetrates you with a ‘hmph’. Yelping, you whine out as his thickness drives through your throbbing, sensitive walls.
“Stop,” you silently cry, but it holds no weight as you’re left in a blissful glow.
“You're telling me to stop when your pussy is sucking me in, dolcezza?” He asks in a teasing tone, his deep, baritone voice booming with rich tones.
The start of a harsh pace causes your legs to almost give out and his belt buckle to clink repeatedly, joining the other vile noises of this rough lovemaking.
“How can I possibly stop when your pussy wet me two times already?” He asks you in a rough tone. “Hm?” He repeats.
Dazed, your knees bend and knock against one another as you struggle to stay straight, prompting him to jerk you upright by your arms. Bruno leans forward, pressing his parted mouth against your ear to make you hear his unwavering grunts and groans. The grip around your arms tightens the more his vivid voice gets frequent and gruff. Obsessed with seeing your body tremble for him, he doubles his efforts to feel your body cum for him one last time. As you’re left to his mercy, your body feels like jelly from the pulling and tugging. Your necklace constantly threatens to fling off you any second as it violently springs off your clavicle. The smack of his balls on your clit is lewd, but it’s giving you an extra dose of stimulation to your ravaged body. Soaked and swollen, your entrance pulses around him with another release blooming inside you.
“I’m gonna cum,” you mumble over your words.
“I know,” he growls.
Bruno wishes he could see your face right now and see how you fight to keep standing on your wobbling legs. An urgent, sharp hiss hits your ear and he lets go of your arms in favor of hugging your body flat to his in the heat of the moment. His tough body jostles while grabbing at you desperately, moving you with him as he finally ejaculates in you. Thick, hot bursts coat your womb and you moan out from the warmth, cumming for the final time. Grunting with his release, he cums in copious amounts that further soil your folds and thighs. Your pulsating walls milk him entirely, squeezing everything out as your body writhes with euphoria. Your bodies slow to a gradual rhythm, one that rides the waves of pleasure until they calm to a hazy pulse. You fall limp in his grasp, prompting him to squeeze you while your insides still squeeze him. Sighing, he relents the harsh grasp on your body in favor of a sweeter, gentler touch.
Bruno sits back down onto the couch with you in his arms, embracing your tired body from the back. Idly caressing your hot skin, his cock still stands inside you, but he knows you’re far too gone to keep going. Traversing down your stomach, a rapacious hand squeezes your inner thigh before grazing your swollen clit crowning your split pussy. You twitch and he hums to himself, kissing the top of your shoulder. His finger runs up the length of your clit, gliding down to go back up to the tip. Lifting the hood of it, he gently rubs your sensitive bundle of nerves. Whining, you squirm wildly from the sharp pleasure shooting through your legs. Leaning back, he reclines with you falling back on his chest and gently spreads his semen around your clit with satisfaction.
“Bruno,” you lazily plead.
“Non riesco a tenere le mie mani lontane da te,” he whirrs. (I can't keep my hands off you.)
Rubbing your clit, he descends to your labia, obsessively feeling how much it’s stretched over his thickness. Retracting, he inhales sharply and hugs you tight. You flinch in the tight hug, your arms sore as can be.
“Are you in pain?” He asks in a worried tone, lightening his grip.
Meekly nodding, he clicks his tongue and carries you to the master bathroom.
After showering with the help of your husband, the two of you relax in a steaming bath. His hands idly graze over your delicate skin, occasionally massaging your sore areas. Your body has had enough time to feel a lot better, but tomorrow you know that’ll be a different story. Bruno is also having a dilemma, his guilt of causing you pain is eating away at him. His heart sank every time you winced when he gently washed over your sensitive places or when he barely brushed over the marks on your ass.
“I’m sorry.”
You turn to look up at him and he’s already staring at you with guilt in his eyes, looking like he’s done something wrong. Those blues capture and engulf you wholly, keeping you in them until you melt.
“I wanted it,” you say. “You know that already.”
“Still… cara, I feel bad afterward. A few marks here and there are normal, but…”
“Bruno,” you firmly say, maneuvering in his lap to face him. “I love it and love you. Whatever you do to me turns me on,” you whisper in his ear.
Bruno’s big, blue eyes are weary as he takes in your words, his jet black hair smoothed back with a few strands sticking out cutely. A big mafioso, a Capo at that, is feeling sorry he hurt his precious little wife. Sighing, you grasp his face and kiss him deeply. Knowing what will cheer him up, you work up the courage to sound as sexy as possible.
“Mi fai sempre così bagnare, Capo. Solo tu puoi soddisfarmi con il tuo grosso cazzo.” (You make me so wet, Capo. Only you can satisfy me with your big cock.)
Bruno’s eyes widen and his heart races at the adorable tone of your voice when speaking in his mother tongue. You don’t usually talk dirty and even then it’s never this dirty, but he loves it. His plump lips pull into a sly smirk, smoothing his hands down your ass (but making sure to avoid the fresh marks).
“Che cosa? My dear wife, I have no clue what you said, could you repeat that for me? My big what?” He asks with a big grin as he wraps his arms around your waist, pushing your breasts against his chest. (What?)
Huffing, you shy away from his stare. “No.”
Lifting your chin up firmly, he makes you focus on his eyes only. He gives you a hard look, one that you dissolve under. “You’re denying your Capo?”
Well, you did come this far already.
“Capo…”
“Hm?”
“You’re making me so wet.”
A thick eyebrow raises at your statement, wondering if you’re really already wet. Bruno reaches down past your ass to slip through your glossy folds with his searching fingers and finds a thick wetness between your thighs that isn’t from the bath.
“Vedo,” he drones, withdrawing from you. (I see.)
Bruno’s hands splay across your back, cradling your smaller form with the gentlest touch. The hot water is no match for his heated skin as it embraces you lovingly, soothing your sore body. His adoring eyes and lips show his affection for you, beaming with love that makes you weak in his arms. He feels much the same, if not more. Bruno’s heart still races when he sees you first thing in the morning or when he comes home from work after these many years of being together. He still can’t fathom the thought of you being his wife, but here you are, in front of him, adorning a ring that symbolizes his love for you and sharing the same surname. As his heart bumps against his ribcage, he takes your left hand and sighs to himself, rubbing the soft skin atop your hand. Eyes fixated on you, he kisses your wedding ring sweetly before trailing more kisses up your arm until he meets your shoulder where he lifts off to smooch your mouth.
“I love you,” he murmurs, his top and bottom lip snuggling your bottom one.