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Vanessa Maverick

I stood under the hot water, wetting my hair as he said he was going to do something.

He came back, completely naked and I just looked at him.

I think other than his pecks and arms, and back let's be honest, I loved the veins in his V-line.

There were so many.

He came in, smiling at me.

"Hi, amore." He said, shutting the glass door behind him before pressed me against the freezing tile.

I clutched onto the forearm of the hand that clutched my throat and jaw.

His lips were on mine, I moaned, loving the feel of his tongue on mine.

I felt so small under him. The only man that could accomplish this feeling.

"I don't think I'm a fan of the men doing the work in the casino." He whispered, keeping his firm grip on my jaw, his other hand digging into the skin of my hips.

"Why?" I asked.

"They look at you. I thought I was just assertive but when you're absolutely oblivious to them as they just watch, god it pisses me off." He kissed me again and I whined, sucking on the tip of his tongue when offered the chance.

He laughed, pulling away from me.

"I'm sorry you don't like that sir, I didn't know they were doing it." I frowned.

"I know, my sweet girl. I know. I've never gotten jealous before, but it seems I'm just crazy for you." He kissed my cheek, sliding the hand previously on my hip between my legs, I shuddered, buckling my knees.

"Oh so sensitive, does that feel good, amata mia?" He cooed.

"Y-yeah-" I set out a soundless moan, my eyes rolling back.

"Good, remember only I can do this. Only me. Your husband, I am the only one to touch this pretty body. It's all mine. Your body is mine, your thoughts, everything you do belongs to me. You're all fucking mine." He whispered, sliding his fingers into me.

I groaned, my body burning in need as I trembled.

"Yours." I heaved, letting out a scream as he forced me to orgasm.

"Siete tutti miei."

You're all mine.

My hips bucked against his hand.

"Good girl, that's my baby." He kissed my temple, turning off the water.

He took my hand, pulling me to the vanity, bending me over and pushing his cock into me, water still running down my body and dripping off my hair, coating me in goosebumps as he began fucking me.

I looked in the mirror, not knowing what was hotter.

The way he pounded into me, knotting his hand into my hair, his other hands gripping the skin of my hip.

Or the way I watched him moan, his abs flexing with every thrust, his biceps shining with drops of water, the veins in his neck, his arms bulging. His head fell back, his Adam's apple bobbing with a groan he let out. He lifted his head and looked at me through the mirror.

His expression was dark, his blue eyes glued to my dark ones before a smirk came onto his face.

He pulled my hair more so my hands rested on the vanity, the hand on my hip going along my ribs, gripping my tit and I moaned.

"Do I turn you on, my darling?" He asked.

"So much." I whispered.

"Mmmm, but look at how pretty you are. Look at my gorgeous wife." He moved the hand from under my arm to go around my throat and pulling me to stand as he fucked me.

I whimpered, on my tiptoes, his cock drilling me, my hands on his forearm.

"Look at this." He removed his hand from my hair, moving my hair from my face, moving his hand down my body, as he began stroking my clit.

"Watch me use you, my little slut of a wife. Can't even make a sound." He cooed, kissing my temple.

I couldn't, I was choked up, so close, on my tiptoes so I could keep him inside me just right, my head on his shoulder, his hand that was around my throat squeezing harder, the one stroking my clit, more gentle and teasing.

"Cum all over my dick, tesoro." He whispered and I did, a soundless scream leaving me, holding my breath, having no control over my body right now.

"Yes, good girl principessa. You look so good when you come." He praised and I immediately inhaled, letting out a scream, tears spilling down my face, as my hands clawed at the one touching my sensitive clit.

"Ah ah. Don't stop me." He said.

I was shaking, my jaw chattering as my body was on fire, sweat beginning to bead onto me.

I let out a breath, getting limp, but he kept me upright.

"Good, so fucking good." He kissed my hair.

He bent me over, lifting my right leg onto the counter, pushing himself into me again and I cried, tears spilling down my face, it was so fucking good.

I'd never come so hard.

My body was still recovering from the orgasm as he failed me, every thrust caressing the most delicious spots within me.

I wanted this, needed it, needed him.

He muttered things in Italian, shutting his eyes as he went slower, making me feel every inch of him.

"It's so good." I squealed when I felt pressure begin to build.

"You were made for me, I swear this pussy is fucking amazing." He groaned.

"I'm yours Spade, on every f-fucking surface, whenever you want I'm yours." I moaned and he bent down kissing my back.

"Don't say something without understanding the meaning. I take those words very seriously, Ace." He smirked in the mirror.

"I'm yours to use. I'll be a good little wife for my husband. You work so hard and do so -fuck- much for me." I looked at him in the mirror trying to stay cognitive before cumming again.

"Atta girl, telling me such good words before coming again. You're taking me so good." He squeezed my ass as I shuddered, crying, letting out a choked sob.

He held me up and I took a deep breath, trying to stop the trembling.

"Remember you have a word." He said.

"No, I-I need thi-this." I pushed back against him.

"Whatever you want, mia amata." He pulled out, picking me up and taking me to the bed.