I drive in deeper, bottoming out against the back of her throat. She gasps around me, her hands squeezing my thighs harder, tears pricking the corners of her eyes from the depth of the stretch, but she doesn't back down. The sight of her—proud, beautiful, and completely ruined on her knees at my feet on our wedding night—totally unhinges me.
"Fucking beautiful," I groan, my pace quickening, the friction of her lips driving me closer to the edge. "Wrap that tongue around it. Take it all for me, good girl."
I pick up the speed, my thrusts turning harder, more unforgiving, as the friction of her tight mouth pushes me closer and closer to the edge. The wet sounds fill the quiet bedroom, mingling with the rough, ragged sound of my own breathing.
"Fucking hell, Sienna," I growl, my hips driving in deep, bottoming out against the back of her throat. "Your mouth is so warm. You're going to make me come right here."
The heat is blinding, a white-hot coil tightening in my gut. I lose myself in the rhythm for a few frantic seconds, taking exactly what I want, pushing her until she’s gasping around me, her fingers digging desperately into the muscles of my thighs. The pressure builds to a critical point, a heavy sensation flooding my groin that tells me I’m one or two strokes away from losing it completely.
With a harsh groan, I force myself to snap the connection. I grip her jaw and pull out of her mouth with a wet smack, the cool air hitting my slick, throbbing shaft.
Sienna collapses back slightly, breathing heavily, her lips wet and swollen, her eyes wide and dazed as she looks up at me from the floor.
Before she can even process the sudden loss of heat, I bend down and hook my arms beneath her arms and thighs. I lift her effortlessly and haul her up against my chest. She gasps, her hands instinctively flying to my shoulders to steady herself.
I don't give her a second to speak. I bring my mouth down on hers, crushing my lips against hers in a deep, bruising kiss, forcing her tongue to tangle with mine. I press her body firmly against the edge of the mattress, my hands gripping her hips to anchor her to me as I drink the breath straight out of her lungs.
I break the kiss just long enough to shift our weight, driving her backward until she hits the mattress. Before she can even draw a full breath to protest, I grab her knees, forcing her legs wide apart, and pin them down.
I drop between her thighs, my gaze locking onto the wet, flushed heat of her center. She doesn't even have time to react before I lean down and take her swollen clit directly into my mouth.
Sienna arches off the bed, a sharp, piercing scream tearing from her throat as my lips and tongue lock around her. The sudden, intense friction of my mouth sucking her makes her whole body shudder.
"Alessandro—!" her voice breaks, but the rest of her words turn into a breathless gasp as I draw her deeper into my mouth, swirling my tongue ruthlessly against her nerve endings.
Her fingers immediately fly to my head, burying themselves deep in my hair. Instead of pushing me away, her grip tightens, her knuckles turning white as she holds me desperately in place against her. Her hips begin to lift and roll instinctively, riding the heavy, wet pressure of my tongue.
"Fuck, yes," I mutter against her slick skin, the vibration sending another jolt through her body.
I don't let up for a second. I cup her ass, lifting her slightly to get a better angle, and suck harder, using my tongue to mimic the hard, driving rhythm she was just taking in her mouth. She's shaking under me now, her breath coming in ragged, short pants as she locks her fingers in my hair, completely at the mercy of the pace I’m setting.
Her hips jerk violently against my mouth as the tension in her body snaps. She hits the edge, a loud, shattered cry echoingthrough the room as her climax hits her in powerful, trembling waves. I swallow her moans, drinking in her wet sweetness as she shudders underneath me, her fingers tightly anchoring me to her skin until the last of the tremors fade.
I don't give her a second to recover.
I haul myself up her body, the friction of our skin burning hot. I grab her thighs, pinning them back, and line the head of my cock up with her slick, dripping opening. With one hard, relentless thrust, I bury myself inside her, bottoming out completely.
Sienna gasps, her dazed eyes flying open as I begin to pound into her, establishing a brutal, unyielding rhythm that rocks the entire bed. The sheer tightness of her gripping my shaft drives me insane, and I drive deeper, hitting her with everything I have.
Instinct takes over her defiance, and she lifts her hips, locking her legs tightly around my waist to pull me even closer.
"Please... Alessandro, please," she whimpers, her head tossing back against the pillows, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Harder. Please, harder."
A dark, mocking smirk tugs at my lips, the raw power of the moment rushing through my veins. I slow my pace for just a fraction of a second, pulling nearly all the way out, teasing her wet opening before driving back in with a heavy, bruising thud.
"Look at you," I growl down at her, leaning low so my chest grinds against hers. "Where did all that fight go, huh? Just a second ago you were pushing me away, and now you’re begging for it."
She groans, her hips arching up, trying to force me to give her the friction she needs.
"Yes... now you're begging for it, Sienna," I taunt, my voice a dark, rough rumble against her ear as I slam into her again, keeping the pace slow, agonizing, and deep. "But that's not good enough. You want me to give it to you harder? Beg harder for your husband. Beg.”
"Please, Alessandro... fucking please, harder, give it to me," she breaks down, her voice cracking as the agonizingly slow pace drives her over the edge.
She barks out a frustrated sob, tears finally spilling from the corners of her eyes and tracking down her flushed cheeks, her pride completely shattered. "Please, I'm begging you. Just… harder."
Seeing her completely undone, weeping and helpless under the weight of her own desire, strips away the last of my restraint.
I lean down, wrapping my arms around her shoulders to pin her securely beneath me. I press my lips to her damp cheeks, kissing the hot, salty tears away with fierce, possessive strokes.
