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You knew what you were getting into when you fell in love and later married a mafia boss. You understood the risks and dangers inherent in his world, yet none of it deterred you because your love for him was absolute. You reveled in his possessiveness and protectiveness, finding security in his unwavering dedication to you.
Nanami is known in his world as a ruthless and calculating man, cold and unyielding with his business partners and rivals. His reputation is forged from a foundation of fear and respect, with few daring to cross him. He commands loyalty through intimidation and admiration, his decisions carrying weight that shapes the underworld around him.
But with you, he's different. His touch is gentle, his words tender, a stark contrast to the persona he wears outside the sanctuary of your home. His love for you manifests in quiet acts of care and protection, shielding you from the harsh realities of his criminal empire.
Yet, even with you, that cold edge sometimes surfaces, especially when jealousy rears its head. Tonight is one of those nights. After returning home from an engagement party, the air between you crackles with tension.
You, a social butterfly, enjoyed a few drinks and mingled freely, your laughter and charm catching the attention of many, including one man who seemed particularly captivated by your presence.
To you, it was nothing more than a casual conversation, a fleeting moment of engagement in a social setting where such interactions were commonplace.
Nanami's eyes had darkened as he watched the interaction, his jealousy simmering beneath a composed exterior. Now, back at home, the facade of calm is slipping.
The room feels charged as he stands before you, his tall, muscular frame clad in a black button-up shirt adorned with a tie featuring an abstract pattern of white spots—reminiscent of cow print but with a modern twist.
Over his shirt, a leather harness wraps around his upper body, emphasizing his broad shoulders and hinting at the dominance he exudes with casual confidence.
A mixture of love and possessiveness gleams in his gaze as he meets your eyes.
"You seemed to enjoy yourself tonight," he says, his voice deceptively calm but laced with an undercurrent of something more intense.
You meet his gaze, a small smile playing on your lips. "I did. It was a fun party."
His expression tightens. "That man you were talking to... he seemed very interested in you."
You shrug, moving closer to him, letting your hands loosen up his tie. "It was just a conversation, baby."
He narrows his eyes, the calm slipping further. "Just a conversation? You were practically flirting with him."
Your own temper flares. "I was not flirting. I was being polite. You can't expect me to ignore everyone."
His voice rises, the veneer of calm shattering. "Being polite? He couldn't take his eyes off you, and you didn't seem to mind."
You take a step back, frustration bubbling up. "This is ridiculous, Nanami. You can't get jealous every time I talk to someone."
His jaw tightens, the icy demeanor he reserves for his enemies creeping into his tone. "I'm not jealous. I'm protective. There's a difference."
You shake your head, exasperated. "Sometimes it feels the same. You need to trust me."
He takes a deep breath, trying to rein in his emotions, but failing. "I do trust you. It's everyone else I don't trust."
You cross your arms, glaring at him. "That's not my problem. You can't control who talks to me, can you?"
"I can and I will. But it's none of your business," he retorts sharply, his voice cutting through the air like a knife.
Your frustration grows. "I'm your wife! It is my business when you treat me like a child!"
Nanami's eyes narrow, his patience wearing thin. "I've had enough of this discussion. Go to bed."
You clench your fists, refusing to give in. "I'm not a child to be dismissed!"
He scoffs, his tone dismissive. "Then act like it."
The sting of his words hits you hard, but you refuse to let him see how much they hurt. Instead, you stand your ground, your jaw clenched with determination.
"I won't let you shut me out like this, Nanami."
He turns away from you, his shoulders tense with frustration. "Enough," he mutters under his breath, heading towards his office.
But you're not about to let him walk away. You follow him, the sound of your heels echoing down the quiet hallway. Pushing open the door to his office, you step inside, your gaze unwavering as you confront him.
"Nanami," you say firmly, your voice cutting through the silence.
He turns to face you, his expression cold and distant. "I told you to go to bed."
You take a step closer, your eyes locked onto his. "I'm not leaving until we settle this."
His jaw tightens, the stubborn resolve in his eyes unwavering. "There's nothing to settle."
You feel your patience wearing thin, the sting of his dismissal digging deeper. "You can't just shut me out whenever you feel like it," you argue, your voice rising with frustration.
He scoffs, his tone biting. "Watch me."
You stand there, feeling the weight of his silence like an unbreachable wall between you. Nanami's stubbornness and refusal to engage hang heavily in the air, making the room feel smaller with each passing second.
You're tired of the arguments, weary from the distance he creates when he's like this. Deep down, you know that he loves you—and he really does—but his unfounded jealousy casts a shadow over your connection.
"Are you serious right now?" you ask incredulously.
The question bursts out, tinged with exasperation and a hint of desperation.
He doesn't respond, his back turned to you as if he's the only one in the room. The sound of his steady breathing fills the tense silence, adding to your growing impatience.
"Baby," you call out again, softer this time.
Still, he remains silent, his silence a heavy presence in the room, drowning out everything else. The seconds tick by, each one echoing with unspoken words and unresolved emotions, stretching into an unbearable eternity.
"Nanami," you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper now, tinged with a mix of frustration and longing.
With a heavy sigh, you close the gap between you, approaching him cautiously. "Talk to me, please," you urge gently, reaching out to touch his arm.
He flinches imperceptibly at your touch, but doesn't pull away. The conflict in his eyes is palpable, torn between his pride and his love for you.
"Nanami," you sigh, getting impatient.
For a long moment, he doesn't move, his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the walls of his office. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he turns to face you, his expression unreadable.
"Kneel."
You pause, taken aback by his unexpected command. His voice is firm, leaving no room for negotiation. Despite the tension between you, his dominance is palpable, sending a jolt of both defiance and arousal through you.
"Nanami—" you begin.
He cuts you off with a steely gaze, his resolve unwavering. "Kneel."
Your heart races as you weigh your options, feeling the heat of his gaze on you.
After a tense moment, you slowly lower yourself to your knees before him. His expression softens imperceptibly, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his features at your compliance. The distance between you seems to narrow, replaced by a charged intimacy that pulses in the silence.
"Now," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding, "tell me why you felt the need to provoke me tonight."
Your jaw clenches at his accusation, and you meet his gaze, refusing to back down. "I wasn't trying to provoke you," you assert, your voice tinged with frustration.
He takes a step closer, his presence looming over you as he leans down, his breath warm against your ear.
"No? But it seemed like you had so much to say," he says, his voice laced with a dangerous edge, "let's see how well you can do it with my dick in your mouth."
His words send a shiver down your spine, arousal swirling within you. Part of you wants to resist, to push back against his dominance, but another part yearns to submit, to feel the weight of his control over you.
And he knows it. How much you crave his occasional dominance, how your body responds to his every command.
Without waiting for your response, he takes hold of your chin firmly, tilting your head back. His eyes burn into yours, a silent challenge in their depths.
"Open your mouth," he orders.
You obey immediately, parting your lips as he unbuckles his belt, the sound of leather sliding through loops echoing in the quiet room. His dick is hard, straining against the fabric as he frees himself, the sight sending a rush of heat through you.
"Take it," he instructs, his voice rough with need.
You lean forward eagerly, wrapping your hand around him, feeling the heat and hardness of him in your grasp. The sensation of his thick cock and velvety skin contrasts with the rigid steel beneath, sending a thrill through you.
Slowly, you take him into your mouth, savoring the taste of him, a mix of salt and musk that makes your mouth water. The weight of his control settles over you like a second skin as you slide your lips down his length, feeling every ridge and vein against your tongue.
He groans softly above you, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guides your movements. Each touch, each stroke of his length against your tongue, reinforces his dominance, igniting a hunger within you that only he can satisfy.
Saliva gathers at the corners of your mouth, spilling over and dripping down your chin as you take him deeper, the sloppiness of your efforts a clear indication of your eagerness.
The wet, obscene sounds fill the room, mingling with his groans and your muffled whimpers, creating a symphony of raw desire. Your tongue swirls around him, slick, warm and eager, as you hollow your cheeks, the mixture of saliva and his precum overwhelming your senses.
His grip in your hair tightens, his control absolute, as you continue to lose yourself in the messy act of pleasing him.
"Fuck," he breathes. "That's it, take it deeper. Show me how much you love my dick."
You moan softly around him, the sound sending vibrations through him, fueling his need. Encouraged, you suck harder, your tongue swirling around him as you seek to please him.
The wetness of your mouth and the movements of your tongue create a delicious friction that makes him groan louder, each sound spurring you on.
Drool drips from your lips, adding to the slickness and intensifying the sensation as you take him deeper, the head of his cock brushing the back of your throat.
"You're such a good little slut for me," he murmurs, his control slipping as pleasure tightens his grip. "You love having my dick in your mouth, don't you?"
You whimper around him, the degradation sending a thrill through you, your own desire matching his in its intensity.
You can feel your panties getting soaked already, and you know that he knows it too. His grip on your hair tightens, and he starts moving his hips, thrusting deeper into your mouth.
Tears spring to your eyes as he pushes further, your throat constricting around him. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of discomfort and pleasure that leaves you trembling.
The slick sounds of your efforts grow louder, each thrust accompanied by a lewd, wet noise that fills the room. His cock slides in and out of your mouth, each movement becoming more urgent, more desperate as he fucks your throat.
"Look at you," he groans, his voice rough. "So desperate to please. Such a messy, eager little whore."
The words send a rush of heat through you, your arousal pooling between your thighs. You can feel yourself growing wetter with each degrading comment, your body responding to his dominance in ways you can't control.
You suck harder, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around his length, determined to give him as much pleasure as you can.
His hips move faster, the rhythm of his thrusts becoming erratic as he loses himself in the sensation. The salty taste of him fills your mouth, mixing with your saliva to create a heady, intoxicating blend. Your vision blurs with tears, but you don't stop, your need to satisfy him driving you forward.
"That's it," he growls, his voice strained. "Take it all. Show me how much you love being mine."
You moan around him, the sound vibrating through his cock and pushing him closer to the edge. His grip in your hair tightens painfully, but the discomfort only adds to your arousal. The room spins around you, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.
"Fuck, I'm gonna c-cum," he warns breathlessly. "You'd better not waste a single drop."
With a final, deep thrust, he spills into your mouth, his release hot and heavy, filling your senses with the taste of him. You swallow eagerly, savoring the thick warmth of his cum as it slides down your throat, the act of submission and intimacy deepening the connection between you.
As he pulls back, his grip on your hair loosens, and he gazes down at you with satisfaction. He cleans your mouth with his thumb before helping you to your feet, brushing his fingers lightly against your thighs and feeling the dampness through your panties.
After tucking his still hard length back into his boxers and pants, he takes a moment to admire you, a satisfied grin on his lips.
His touch is teasing, almost mocking, as he observes, "Look at you, so wet just from having my dick in your mouth."
You shiver at his words, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through you. His playful taunt ignites a fresh wave of desire, reminding you of the power he holds over your body and your responses to him.
Before you can say a word, he leans in and captures your lips in a hungry, demanding kiss. His tongue slides past your lips, deepening the kiss with a raw intensity that leaves you breathless.
The taste of him lingers on your tongue, mingling with the urgency and passion of the moment, pulling you deeper into his embrace.
Your body responds instinctively to his touch, your heartbeat quickening as desire surges through you. He pulls back slightly, a thin strand of saliva connecting your lips. His eyes smolder with desire as he gazes at you, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips, reveling in the effect he has on you.
"You like that, don't you?" he teases.
You nod eagerly, unable to form words as you crave more of his touch. His fingers trail lightly along the curve of your waist, sending electric sparks of anticipation across your skin.
"Tell me, baby," he prompts, his voice coaxing. "Tell me what you want."
You bite your lip, a wave of arousal crashing over you. "Please," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "I need you to touch me."
He chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Not yet," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. "I want to hear you beg for it."
His words send a thrill through you, igniting a fire deep within. You meet his gaze with pleading eyes, your body trembling with need.
"Please," you plead again, your voice more urgent, the need in your tone echoing your craving for his touch.
"Please what?" he asks, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing, maddeningly soft kiss.
You swallow hard, your breath hitching with the intensity of the moment as you gaze into his eyes, losing yourself in their depth and the promise they hold.
"Please, sir, touch me," you beg, the urgency in your voice unmistakable.
Every nerve in your body tingles with anticipation, yearning for his touch to satisfy the ache deep within. His smirk widens at your response, his fingers tracing tantalizing circles along your thigh.
"Where do you want me to touch you, huh?" he murmurs.
Heat rushes to your cheeks as you struggle to articulate your desires under his intense gaze.
"Everywhere," you manage to breathe out, your voice desperate with need.
"Be specific," he whispers, his lips grazing your earlobe. "Show me."
You shift sheepishly under the intensity of his stare. "I want... I need your touch," you finally confess, your voice trembling with desire as you guide his hand between your legs.
He cups your pussy possessively through the soaked fabric of your panties, but then he smiles and slowly removes his hand.
His eyes sparkle playfully. "You're being coy," he remarks, teasingly. "Let's make it clearer. Show me how much you want it. Go sit on the couch and prove it to me."
You hesitate, torn between apprehension and the unbearable heat pulsing between your thighs.
"Don't be so shy," he murmurs, a playful yet commanding glint in his eyes. "Little sluts aren't shy. You want my dick?"
Swallowing hard, you nod eagerly, your breath hitching in anticipation, your pussy pounding at the thought.
"Then show me," he continues, his voice low and insistent. "Show me how wet you are. Make yourself cum, so I can fuck you properly. Or would you prefer that man?"
Your breath catches at his words, a mix of arousal and apprehension flooding your senses. His command hangs in the air, challenging you to embrace your desire fully. The intensity in his eyes sends a thrill through you, pushing you to a place of vulnerability and raw need.
"I want you," you whisper. "Only you."
His lips curl into a satisfied smirk, his dominance asserting itself. "Good," he murmurs. "Then go sit down, and show me."
Your nerves mingle with desire as you sink onto the couch and part your legs, presenting yourself to him. The fabric of your little red dress clings to every curve, heightening your arousal as you trace your fingers along your body, slowly pulling the fabric up.
Your panties, already slick and damp, cling to your heated skin. With trembling fingers, you delicately hook them aside, revealing the flushed, glistening folds of your pussy.
He watches intently, his eyes darkening with desire as he takes in the sight of you, exposed and vulnerable, just for him. The soft glow of the room casts shadows across your skin, highlighting every curve and contour as you lie there, a vision of longing and submission.
"That's it," he murmurs huskily, his voice thick with lust. "Show me how much you crave it."
You tremble under his gaze, your body responsive to his every word. With a slow, deliberate movement, you reach down and run your fingers along the inside of your thigh, teasingly tracing higher and higher until you reach the damp heat between your legs. Your breath hitches as you part your folds, exposing your swollen and sensitive clit to him.
He exhales sharply, a low growl escaping his throat as he watches you. "Good girl," he praises, his voice a mixture of approval and hunger. "Keep going."
A soft whimper escapes your lips as your fingers trace the delicate, slick folds, feeling the throbbing heat and wetness that betray your arousal.
"Undress more. Play with your tits for me," he commands.
Encouraged by his words, you pull down your dress, teasingly caressing your breasts, your nipples hardening under your touch. His eyes follow your movements hungrily, urging you on with silent intensity.
"Touch yourself," he commands, his voice firm yet coaxing. "Show me how badly you want me to fuck you."
You obey without hesitation, your fingers tracing circles around your sensitive flesh, each touch sending waves of pleasure through you. Your hips lift involuntarily, seeking more. The room fills with the heady scent of arousal, heightening the tension between you.
"Fuck yourself with your fingers," he directs.
With a needy whimper, you comply, thrusting two of your fingers inside your pussy, your moans filling the air. You lose yourself in the sensation, consumed by the need to please him, to display your desire openly.
His gaze never wavers, drinking in the sight of your surrender. There's a palpable shift in the air, his arousal evident in the way his breath quickens and his eyes darken with intensity. He can feel his need for you building, his cock throbbing against his thigh.
Each time he sees you like this, willingly yielding to him, it stirs something primal within him. He loves seeing you obey him, every single time, the power and trust between you electrifying and undeniable.
His gaze remains fixed on you, captivated by the way your fingers slip in and out of your pretty little pussy, noticing how they glisten with your slick each time you withdraw them.
A deep groan escapes him as he watches, his breath hitching when your other hand glides down, delicately teasing your puffy clit with each stroke. The intensity in his eyes grows, mesmerized by the sight of your pleasure and the power he holds over you.
The room seems to shrink around you, the air heavy with anticipation and desire. His dominance asserts itself like a palpable force, fueling your own arousal despite any initial defiance.
You revel in moments like these, where his control and your submission blend seamlessly, heightening the intensity of your connection. His unwavering gaze and the weight of his presence make your pulse race, leaving you craving more.
The slick sounds of your fingers moving against your wetness mingle with his ragged breaths, forming a symphony of lust that echoes off the walls.
"You're so desperate," he murmurs, "aren't you?"
You nod, your breath hitching as a soft moan escapes your parted lips, the coil of pleasure in your stomach tightening with each passing moment. Every nerve in your body feels alive, heightened by the charged atmosphere between you.
"Stop," he says right before you could cum.
His commanding voice cuts through the air like a knife, halting your movements abruptly. He approaches you, and you whimper at the sight of his hard cock straining against his clothes. The anticipation coils tighter within you, each step he takes making your heart race faster. The intensity of his gaze, combined with the palpable evidence of his arousal, leaves you breathless and yearning for his touch.
Without a word, he kneels before you, taking his pocket knife and cutting through the fabric of your dress and the waistband of your panties, exposing you to the cool air of the room completely.
"Better," he murmurs, taking in the sight of you.
Your body, now fully exposed, aches with sensitivity under his gaze. He traces a finger lightly along the curve of your breast, sending a shiver of anticipation through you.
His touch lingers tantalizingly on your exposed skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake as it travels from your breasts to the sensitive flesh between your thighs.
You quiver involuntarily under his touch, a mixture of anticipation and desire coursing through you. His finger brushes lightly over your slick folds, the feather-light contact sending a shiver of need down your spine.
"You're soaking wet," he observes, his voice a low murmur filled with satisfaction. "You're dripping all over the couch."
His words send a thrill through you, a mix of embarrassment and arousal. You meet his gaze, your eyes pleading and needy, silently begging for more. The intensity in his eyes deepens as he watches you, every inch of your body responding to his dominance.
He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, "Tell me, did my dick in your mouth make you this wet? Or is it the idea of me fucking you senseless that has you dripping?"
You whimper softly, the intensity of his words leaving you unable to form coherent thoughts. Desire pulses through you, every nerve alive with anticipation. His teasing touch sends shivers down your spine, igniting the fire burning deep within.
Without waiting for an answer, he presses a firm kiss against your neck, his lips trailing down your collarbone, sucking on the skin harshly, leaving little bruises behind.
Each touch ignites your skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. He finds your nipple and takes it between his lips, sucking gently, then harder, causing you to arch your back in pleasure.
His hand travels down, fingers tracing patterns on your inner thigh before slipping back to your soaked folds, teasing.
"Nanami," you moan, the sensation overwhelming you. "Please..."
He releases your nipple with a playful nip, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he gazes up at you. His fingers, skilled and attentive, continue their dance on your other breast, teasing and kneading gently.
Each touch sends a shiver through your body, amplifying the sensation as he alternates between caressing your sensitive flesh and lightly pinching your hardened nipple.
His gaze locks with yours, the intensity in his eyes mirroring the desire that courses through you both. The connection between you is electric, each touch and look deepening the bond, making the anticipation almost unbearable.
"Please what?" he prompts, his voice dripping with amusement.
"I... I want you," you manage to gasp out. "Please, baby, touch me more."
His fingers trace lower, slipping between your folds again with a soft touch that sends a thrill through you. They glide along the slick, sensitive skin, spreading your wetness along your entrance with a slow, tantalizing stroke.
"You're so responsive," he murmurs, his tone a mixture of admiration and satisfaction. "Do you like it when I touch you like this?"
You nod fervently, unable to articulate your desire as he continues to rub and tease. His fingers continue to glide through your wetness, teasing you before circling your clit with deliberate slowness. You moan softly, your body responding eagerly to his caress.
"Please," you whimper again, your voice pleading. "I need—"
He interrupts your plea with a kiss, his lips capturing yours in a hungry, possessive embrace. His tongue plunges into your mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his fingers against your throbbing clit.
"You're so needy, so desperate," he murmurs amused. "I'll give you what you want, but first, I want to taste your pretty little pussy."
He moves between your legs, spreading your thighs wider, taking a moment to admire your flushed skin adorned with goosebumps, all just for him.
His tongue darts out, teasing your clit with slow, deliberate strokes, sending tremors of anticipation through you, aching for more of his touch.
He slides a finger inside you, then another, stretching you open and sending a surge of pleasure through your body. His thumb circles your clit, perfectly matching the rhythm of his tongue as he lavishes attention on your most sensitive spot.
Each flick and swirl sends waves of pleasure crashing over you, building a delicious tension that leaves you breathless and eager for more.
"You taste so fucking good," he growls against your wetness, his hot breath fanning over your pussy. "You like this, don't you? Being eaten out like a greedy little slut."
You whimper and nod, unable to deny the pleasure coursing through you. His words, though demeaning, only heighten your arousal, pushing you closer to the edge.
He adds a third finger, slipping it easily between your slick folds, and then pauses, letting his finger linger in the juices that have dripped down, before sliding it into your ass.
You gasp at the stretch, overwhelmed by the dual sensation. His relentless assault on your senses pushes you closer to the brink, your moans growing louder with each thrust of his fingers.
"Fuck," you cry out, your fingers tangling in his dark hair as you grind against his face. "I'm so close..."
He lets you, and doubles his efforts, his tongue flicking faster against your clit, his fingers thrusting deeper inside you. The coil of pleasure tightens, winding tighter and tighter until it finally snaps, sending you over the edge in a powerful orgasm.
You cry out his name, your voice breaking as waves of ecstasy crash over you, leaving your body taut with the overwhelming intensity of your release. Your thighs tremble around his head, your hips bucking uncontrollably as the pleasure consumes you, sharp and endless. His mouth doesn't let up—his tongue flicks and swirls over your clit with maddening precision, drawing out every last spasm from your overstimulated body.
Even as your cries turn to soft, desperate whimpers, he stays buried between your thighs, savoring you, his lips and tongue coaxing every drop of your release until you're left gasping, trembling.
When you finally come down from your high, he helps you stand, his eyes smoldering with lust as he gazes at you, a satisfied grin on his lips.
"Ready for my dick?" he asks, his voice husky.
You nod eagerly, your body already yearning for the feel of him inside you. The intimate connection you share has only deepened with each moment, and you're eager to explore more of the pleasure only he can offer.
"Good," he murmurs, his fingers trailing down your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Because I'm far from done with you."
With your legs still weak from the intensity of your orgasm, he first takes his cock out, guiding you to straddle him on the couch. You can feel his hot, hard length pressing against your slick folds, teasing and tempting you further.
"Ride me," he commands. "Show me how badly you need my dick."
You comply eagerly, sinking down onto him inch by inch. The stretch and fullness of his thick cock make you gasp, but the sensation of being filled by him is all you want, all you need.
Your hands find purchase on his shoulders as you begin to move, your hips rocking against his with a desperate urgency. He watches you intently, his hands gripping your hips to guide your movements.
"That's it, baby," he growls, his voice rough with need. "Take it all."
As you ride him harder and faster, taking all of his cock with each stroke, the tension between you reaches a fever pitch. His hands grip your hips firmly, guiding your movements with an urgency that matches your own. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through your core, the friction between your bodies igniting a wildfire of sensation.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by his guttural groans of pleasure. Your sweet juices coat his cock, dripping down his abdomen and balls, a slick testament to your desire for him.
"You're such a greedy slut," he taunts, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement and arousal, the words dripping with desire. "Begging for my dick like this, your tight little pussy clenching around me as if you can't get enough."
His words ignite a fire within you, fueling your desire to please him even more. The feeling of power and submission intertwine as you surrender to the pleasure, letting him dominate your body in every way imaginable.
His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin possessively. The sensation of being controlled, of being desired so fiercely, sends a thrill of arousal coursing through you, making your body ache for more of his dominance.
You arch your back, pushing your chest forward, offering yourself to him without reservation. Your tits bounce with each forceful thrust, nipples hard and begging for his touch.
"You feel so fucking good," he growls. "You're so tight, so wet, squeezing my dick so fucking good. Made for me."
His words drive you further, pushing you towards the brink of ecstasy. You grind against him, seeking more, needing more of him. Your swollen clit brushes against his skin, throbbing from sensitivity. The pleasure builds, coiling tight in your belly, ready to explode.
"I'm close," you gasp, your voice barely a whisper amidst the symphony of sounds around you.
He watches you with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his grip on your hips unyielding. His cock throbs inside you, stretching your walls as he continues to thrust deeply.
"You're mine, aren't you?" he growls, his voice laced with possessiveness. "Tell me how badly you need to cum for me."
Your body trembles with anticipation, every nerve ending tingling with desire. "So fucking badly," you moan, your voice dripping with need.
He smirks, his fingers digging into your flesh possessively.
"That's it, little slut," he taunts, his hips slamming into yours. "Give it to me. Cum all over my dick. Make a mess," he commands, his voice a low growl as he wraps his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking and biting on it with an unrelenting hunger.
The rough friction of his tongue sends sparks of pleasure straight to your core, making your back arch and a moan escape your lips. Each flick of his tongue and tug of his teeth on your sensitive flesh drives you closer to the edge, your whole body trembling with anticipation.
Your body eagerly responds to his words, the ache in your core peaking. With a desperate cry, you surrender to the ecstasy he commands. Each pulse of pleasure is met with his low groans of satisfaction, his fingers digging into your skin as if marking you as his own.
As you tremble in the aftermath of your release, he shows no signs of stopping. His thrusts continue relentlessly, each one driving deeper and harder, a reminder of your place, of the undeniable power he holds over your body and soul. With each stroke, he claims you further, his dominance fueling the wildfire of need that burns between you.
"Such a needy little whore," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "You needed my dick so badly, didn't you?"
His words slice through you, igniting a mixture of shame and arousal that intensifies the pleasure building within. The blush of embarrassment only adds to your excitement, making you wetter with every syllable that escapes his lips.
You can feel his hardness inside you, driving you to new heights of pleasure even as your body feels raw and overstimulated from his relentless attention.
He shifts his grip, pulling you closer until your chests are pressed together, his mouth finding yours in a bruising kiss. His tongue delves deep, claiming your mouth with the same possessiveness he exerts over your body. It's a kiss that leaves you breathless, a powerful declaration of dominance that resonates deep within you.
"I'm not done with you yet," he murmurs against your lips, his voice a promise and a threat rolled into one.
Effortlessly, he flips you over, your body yielding to his strength without protest. Anticipation hangs heavy in the air as he positions himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips once more.
You can feel your juices dripping down your thighs, evidence of your arousal and anticipation. His touch is possessive yet gentle, a stark contrast to the raw desire that pulses between you.
"Now," he commands, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't think straight. You're mine."
His words hang heavy in the air, a mixture of desire and domination that leaves you trembling with anticipation. Without hesitation, he guides you onto your hands and knees, positioning himself behind you. His hands grip your hips firmly, his touch both possessive and controlling.
As he enters you from behind, his cock slides into you with a deep, powerful thrust that fills you completely. You can feel every inch of him stretching you, the heat of his length pulsating inside you.
A moan escapes your lips, echoing in the room as the sensation of being taken so forcefully sends electric waves of pleasure through your core. His hips slap against your ass with each relentless thrust, the rhythmic sound reverberating off the walls, matching the pounding of your heart.
"You're such a greedy slut," he taunts, his voice laced with a mix of lust and teasing. "Needing my dick in your cunt and my fingers in your ass at the same time, don't you?"
His words sear into your mind, heightening your arousal even further as you moan in response. True to his promise, he spits on his fingers and then trails them down, circling your tight entrance before pushing two fingers inside your ass. The sudden intrusion elicits a gasp from you, a mix of discomfort and pleasure.
"You love this, don't you?" he continues, his voice dripping with dominance. "Being fucked like a little whore, filled in every hole. Admit it."
You whimper in response, unable to deny the truth in his words. The roughness of his touch, the way he uses your body for his pleasure, ignites a fire within you. Each thrust and movement of his fingers inside you pushes you closer to the edge.
His hot breath fans against your ear, the heat matching the fervor of his deep, relentless pounding. Each exhale sends shivers down your spine, anticipation building with every thrust of his cock deep inside your wet pussy.
"You're mine," he growls possessively. "Mine. Say it."
"I'm y-yours," you manage to gasp out, your voice a mixture of need and submission.
His grip tightens on your hips, his pace becoming more frantic as he drives you both towards the edge. The room fills with the sounds of your moans, the slickness of your bodies moving together, and the explicit, raw intimacy of his dominance over you.
Your pussy is soaked, his cock sliding in and out of you effortlessly, making your toes curl with each deep thrust. His hot breath fans against your neck as he whispers sinful promises, urging you closer to the brink of ecstasy.
His phone ringing cuts through the haze of pleasure, but he doesn't stop. You whimper when he actually answers, trying to keep your moans at bay.
"Gojo," he answers lazily, as if he's not simultaneously taking your breath away with every deep thrust.
His voice holds a hint of annoyance at the interruption, but he continues moving inside you, each stroke deepening the ache of pleasure between your legs.
"Look, I'm busy right now," he says into the phone, his voice strained with a mixture of annoyance and restraint.
Despite the interruption, he doesn't falter in his movements, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. His fingers inside your ass, teasing and filling, add to the overwhelming sensations that threaten to consume you.
You bite your lip to stifle a moan, your body arching against his touch. The contrast between his casual tone on the phone and the intensity of his actions between your legs only heightens the thrill of the moment.
"What am I doing? Fucking my wife," he growls into the phone, possessiveness dripping from every word.
You're on the edge, trying hard to stifle your moans, but you can only do so much. He adjusts his angle, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes you stutter with pleasure.
"Say hi, sweetheart," he says suddenly, putting the phone to your ear.
His deep voice resonates through you as you gasp, feeling his pace quicken, pushing you towards the brink. You manage to murmur a breathless greeting into the phone between moans, barely coherent as pleasure coils tighter inside you.
"I'll talk to you later," he says, ending the call and tossing the phone aside.
As you reach the peak of your pleasure, he increases his pace, driving into you harder and deeper. "Cum for me," he demands, his voice rough with need. "Let me feel you cum all over my dick."
Your whole body trembles with the intensity of your orgasm, waves of pleasure crashing over you as he continues to pound into you relentlessly.
His fingers in your ass press and move with purpose, applying slick precision as they tease and stimulate the tight hole. Each deliberate movement sends jolts of pleasure through your body, intensifying the overwhelming sensations until you're completely lost in the bliss of submission, every nerve ending ablaze with desire.
"You did well," he murmurs, a hint of approval in his voice. "But we're not done yet."
You shiver at his words, your body still buzzing with the aftermath of pleasure. He slowly withdraws his fingers from your ass and pulls out, making you whimper from the sudden emptiness. He helps you stand, his touch both firm and gentle as he guides you across his office. The anticipation grows with each step, knowing what awaits on the sleek surface of his desk.
In his dimly lit office, the scent of leather and his cologne fills the air, adding to the sensual atmosphere. He turns you around to face him, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in your naked form. Every movement is deliberate, drawing out the anticipation.
He steps closer, his hands tracing the curves of your body, igniting sparks of desire wherever he touches. His lips find yours again, claiming them with a hunger that matches your own. The taste of him is intoxicating, familiar yet always electrifying.
"Tell me what you want," he murmurs against your lips, his voice a seductive whisper that sends a shiver down your spine.
"I want you to fill me up, baby," you breathe out, your voice barely a whisper.
He smiles, a predatory glint in his eyes as he guides you to his desk. With one smooth motion, he lifts you onto the smooth surface, the cool wood contrasting with the heat of your body. You lie back, yielding to his touch, eager for him to possess you once more.
He towers over you, his hands exploring every inch of your exposed skin, teasing and arousing. The anticipation builds with each caress, each kiss planted on your neck, your collarbone, your tits. Your breath hitches as his lips trail lower, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
The desk creaks slightly as he positions himself between your legs, his gaze locked with yours, a promise of ecstasy burning in his eyes. He playfully slaps the head of his cock against your overly sensitive clit a few times until you plead with him to fuck you.
"Please, baby, I need you inside me," you choke out.
He smiles at your plea, continuing to tease you a few more times before positioning his cock at your dripping entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he enters you again, filling you completely in one long stroke.
The sensation of him inside you reignites the fire that never truly extinguished, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
His movements are unhurried at first, savoring the connection between you as he looks down at his cock sliding effortlessly in and out of your pussy. Each thrust is a testament to his desire, his need to possess and pleasure you.
The rhythm builds gradually, and you find yourself lost in the sensation, your moans filling the room as pleasure courses through every inch of your body.
"Tell me," he breathes, his voice low and possessive, "did that man at the party tonight make you wet? Did he fuck you in your thoughts?"
Your eyes widen at his words, realizing the source of his newfound intensity. "N-no," you gasp, shaking your head. "I was just being polite."
He chuckles darkly, his thrusts becoming deeper and more insistent.
"I bet he wanted to fuck you so badly," he taunts, his voice laced with jealousy and desire. "Tell me, do you think that he'd fuck you like this? Would he make you dripping wet, fuck you this good?"
You struggle to form coherent words, overwhelmed by the mix of sensations and emotions.
"N-no," you manage to moan out, your body responding to his dominant presence.
"Good," he growls, his grip tightening on your hips. "Because you're mine. Mine to fuck, mine to please. Mine. No one else gets to touch you like this."
The possessiveness in his tone sends a thrill through you, amplifying the pleasure building deep within. You cling to him, surrendering to the intensity of his touch and his words.
He pounds into you relentlessly, each thrust driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the office, mingling with your moans of pleasure. The desk beneath you shakes with the force of his thrusts, a reflection of the raw intensity between you.
"You belong to me," he asserts, his voice rough with need. "Understood?" he demands, his voice commanding and insistent.
"Yes," you cry out, the admission fueling his desire further.
Your voice is raw with need, your body responding eagerly to his dominance. You arch your back, wrapping your legs around his waist, urging him deeper as you crave more of him.
"You're mine," he repeats, punctuating each word with a deep thrust, gripping your legs firmly to hold you in place as he continues to pound into your aching pussy.
You whimper in response, overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch and the raw desire in his voice. He drives into you relentlessly, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. The sound of your moans fills the room, mingling with his own low groans of pleasure.
He grips your legs tighter, his movements becoming more urgent as he drives you both towards the peak of pleasure. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust brings you closer to the edge.
As he feels his own release approaching, his rhythm becomes erratic, desperate. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. The tension in his body coils tightly, his need for release palpable.
With a guttural groan, he finally lets go. His body tenses as he spills inside you, warmth flooding your pussy. You feel every pulse of him as he releases deep within you, filling you with his hot and sticky cum. The sensation of his seed pulsing within you sends shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.
As he empties himself into you, the feeling of his cum filling you up triggers your own orgasm, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing through your weary body. Your walls clench around him, milking him for every last drop as you cream all over his cock, sobbing with pleasure.
He pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you protectively. You snuggle against him, your bodies still tingling with the echoes of pleasure, the scent of sex and sweat lingering in the air.
His lips find yours, capturing them in a tender yet possessive kiss. The taste of him is intoxicating, a mix of sweat and lingering passion that fuels the fire between you. His touch is gentle now, a stark contrast to the earlier intensity, as if he wants to savor this moment of closeness. Because he does.
You respond eagerly, melting into his kiss, the connection between you deepening with each stroke of his tongue against yours. His embrace is both comforting and arousing, a reminder of the fierce desire that binds you together. The world outside his office fades away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of shared intimacy.
His hands roam your body with a newfound tenderness, tracing the curves he knows so well, eliciting soft sighs of contentment from your lips. The aftermath of your passion hangs heavy in the air, but there's also a sense of peace, of being exactly where you belong.
"I love you, sweetheart," he whispers against your lips, his voice a reverent murmur filled with sincerity and affection.
His words wash over you like a soothing balm, reaffirming the depth of his feelings. You smile against his mouth, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude. In this moment, wrapped in his arms and lost in his gaze, you know that you are cherished beyond measure.
"I love you too," you reply, your voice a whisper of devotion.
"Let's get cleaned up and get some sleep, what do you say, my love?" he suggests softly, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
Still intertwined on his desk, he slowly pulls out from you, his eyes locked with yours. You shiver as the sensation of emptiness mingles with the warmth of his release trickling out, a tangible reminder of the intense connection you just shared.
His cum leaks from your pussy, pooling beneath you, marking the culmination of your shared ecstasy. He takes in your puffy folds and trembling thighs, resisting the urge to push his cum back inside, his gaze softening with a possessive satisfaction.
"Come on, baby. We'll be quick, I promise," he murmurs tenderly, peppering your face and neck with gentle kisses.
You nod, feeling the heaviness of your limbs after the intense events of the night. As you slide off the desk on shaky legs, he sinks to his knees before you, his hands deftly undoing the straps of your heels.
His warm hands, the only coolness emanating from his wedding band, linger on your ankles. Fingers trace soft, deliberate circles that send a shiver of warmth through you. His lips trail soft kisses along your legs, his touch soothing as he looks up at you.
You love having him on his knees before you, a moment of tenderness that reinforces the bond between you. He reserves this vulnerable stance for you alone—a silent promise of love.
The room feels hushed and intimate, filled with the lingering heat of your shared desire. You watch him with affection as he takes care of you, his actions tender and filled with a quiet devotion that melts any lingering tension.
Once your heels are off, he stands and takes your hand, leading you gently towards the bathroom, keeping you close and letting you cling onto him. The sound of running water fills the air as he adjusts the shower, making sure the temperature is just right.
He steps into the shower with you, pulling you close under the warm cascade of water. His touch is gentle yet firm as he massages your shoulders and runs his hands down your arms, your sides, your chest, each movement soothing and affectionate, washing away the remnants of passion and leaving a sense of calm in its wake.
He's always desperate to soothe any ache he might have caused in your body. While rough, degrading, overstimulating sex isn't an everyday occurrence, you both still jump at every chance to have sex, even after all these years together.
Normally, he showers you with praise, something you absolutely love. But occasionally, out of the blue, that intense rush happens, and you can't deny how much you enjoy it. Afterwards, he always ensures you feel deeply loved and cared for.
"I'm sorry for earlier," he murmurs tenderly, his voice carrying a weight of regret. "I didn't mean to let my jealousy get the best of me."
You lean into his embrace, feeling the water soothe and cleanse both your bodies and your souls. In this moment of vulnerability and trust, his apology is like a healing balm, easing the sting of the argument.
As you stand together, the steam swirling around you, you turn to him and admire the tattoos that adorn his neck and arms. Each one tells a story, a testament to his life and the world he navigates with such control and authority. Your fingers trace the intricate designs, feeling the rough texture against your skin, and he watches you with a soft smile.
His tattoos, a symbol of his strength and resilience in a dangerous world, also serve as a reminder of the man behind the facade—the man who loves you deeply.
They speak of his past and his present, of battles fought and victories won, and you cherish every glimpse into his hidden depths.
He meets your gaze with affectionate eyes, the intensity of his earlier demeanor softened by the intimacy of this moment. Leaning forward, he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, his lips lingering on yours in a silent promise of devotion.
As the water continues to flow, he reaches for a soft sponge, his movements deliberate and gentle. He traces it along your skin with loving care, praising you sweetly. Each stroke of the sponge is a gesture of apology and affection, his words a soothing balm to the lingering hurt.
His touch is tender as he bathes you, his hands moving with a gentleness that belies his earlier intensity. He kisses your forehead softly, then your cheeks, each kiss a testament to his love and devotion. His lips trail along your nose and finally meet yours in a soft, lingering kiss, full of reassurance and warmth.
The contrast between his earlier harsh words and now his tender ministrations is stark, yet it encapsulates the complexities of your relationship perfectly. You cherish every moment like this, where his fierce protectiveness and deep affection merge into a profound expression of love.
After drying off, he gently guides you out of the shower and helps you into a pair of silky panties, his touch gentle and caring. He then picks out a soft, oversized shirt of his and helps you slip into it, the fabric warm and comforting against your skin.
You both retreat to the comfort of your bed, the soft sheets a welcoming embrace after the intensity of the evening. He pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you protectively, reaffirming the depth of his love and commitment.
"I'm sorry if I was too rough, my love," he murmurs, his voice sincere and filled with regret.
You look up at him, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes, and gently shake your head.
"It's okay," you assure him softly. "I loved it, and I know you would never hurt me."
He kisses your forehead tenderly, his touch gentle and soothing. In his arms, you find comfort and reassurance, knowing that your love is a safe haven where you can be your truest self.
As you drift off to sleep together, wrapped in each other's warmth, you feel a profound sense of gratitude for the love you share and the intimacy that binds you. In the quiet darkness of the bedroom, surrounded by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, you know that you are exactly where you belong.
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