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“Luca,” I whimpered.
“I love when you say my name like that, knowing I’ll give you anything you want. Tell me what you need, baby. I got you.”
I swallowed. Words. He wanted words. Words were suddenly very hard to form.
One of Luca’s hands trailed down my body, bunching up the skirt of my dress until his fingers slipped beneath my panties. He pinched my nipple as he found my clit, and my eyelids drooped. I looked at us in the two-way mirror, enraptured by our reflection. Luca’s back blocked us from the door, but anyone could have been behind that glass.
“Wonder if anyone is watching,” he murmured in my ear.
I parted my legs in answer, giving him plenty of room to stroke me.
Luca huffed against my ear. “You like the idea of one of these cops seeing you fuck my hand?”
I bit my lip to keep from answering. Exhibitionism wasn’t something I’d ever thought much about. Stripping down to tiny panties was one thing. Fucking my husband with an audience was quite another.
Luca let out a ragged breath against my ear. “You’re going to come on my hand, and I’ll kill every fucker that watches.”
“Luca, I—” Two thick fingers filled me, and my hands fell to Luca’s forearm.
He pinched my nipple, his nails grazing my skin as he pulled his hand from my breast and circled my neck, holding my back to him. In the mirror, we were the perfect picture of possession. Luca owned me, every inch of me.
“Look at that blush.” He nipped my ear as his fingers curled, making my eyes shut at the sensation. “Open your eyes.”
Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened my eyes and met Luca’s stare in the reflection. I pressed back into his cock, rolling my hips as I lifted my hands and grabbed the hair on the back of his head. The hand around my neck tightened, forcing my chin up.
Luca thrust in rhythm to my movements, his fingers massaging that spongy wall until the first waves of pleasure radiated. I needed him inside me—my pussy, my ass—it didn’t matter. “Fuck me.”
He let out a huff and shuffled us toward the table bolted to the floor. My thighs hit the edge, and he said, “No.”
“But—”
“Come on my hand. We’ll see if we have time after.”
I glared at him, dropping my hands to the table and pressing my ass against his cock. The hand around my throat kept my chin up and watching us. Circling my hips, I rode his fingers, rocking my clit against his palm.
Luca licked his lips, his eyes falling to where my breasts spilled from my dress. “Fuck.” He thrust into me like he was fucking me. I wanted to hold out and push him until he gave me what I wanted, but before I was ready, I was moaning and coming around his fingers. Luca’s hand slid from my neck to my chin, keeping my eyes on him in the mirror. “My perfect wife. Look at you.”
Panting, my fingers curled, and my arms locked straight. Luca’s hand continued its perfect torture until my body settled.
He gently took his hand from between my legs, bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking them clean. His eyes flashed to the black and white clock on the wall. I could see him trying to decide something, but I never gave him a chance to come to a conclusion.
Gathering my skirt in one hand, I leaned over the table. “Luca?” I grinded back into him.
“Sasha, we’re supposed to—”
I went down to my elbows, my tits pressed against the scuffed tabletop, my ass at the perfect angle.
“You know what?” Luca’s hand came down with a hard smack, and I yelped. He spanked the other side, his fingers digging in as he shook. My panties wedged between my cheeks and rubbed against my clit, making me shiver. Twisting the band in his hand, he tore them away from my body, brought my mangled lingerie to his nose, and inhaled.
When he shoved them into his pocket, I frowned. “That’s two pairs. Are you starting a collection in here?”
Luca grinned, rocking against my bare ass, the rough material sending goosebumps all over my body. “It’s the closest thing to you I can get in here.”
His words intensified the ache of need between my legs. I licked my lips and begged with my eyes for him to give me what I wanted. Like always, Luca caved, and I felt the tip of his dick nudge at my opening. Spreading my legs, I arched my back.
Luca looked down and then back at the mirror as he dragged his dick through my wetness. “Do you want my cock, Sasha?” I nodded vigorously, shoving back, trying to make him slip in. His hand on my hip tightened as he thrust into me, and we both let out satisfied moans. Luca slowly slid in and out as he circled my clit with his thumb. “So fucking sexy.” He lifted my leg, resting my knee on the table and opening me up so he could go deeper.
“Luca,” I whimpered as he sped up, our skin slapping loudly in the small room.
