Aria’s POV #2
I heard Maximo groan, and even though I was done, or at least I thought I was done, I began to rock against him again, moving back into an upright position.
I continued to make a slow assault on him, my eyes now coming to him, his face pinched up, almost like he was in pain, eyes clamped shut.
I continued to move and rock, slowly against him, his face contorting, gritting his teeth, breath coming through hard and fast. His body was rigid and tense, muscle rippling, hands clenched in fists, making me even more turned on.
I rocked a couple more times, then suddenly Maximo called out, “Ahhhhhh!!” His face contorted a moment longer, panting heavily, then his face relaxed, as I felt his cock twitching inside of me.
I was shocked. But without thinking, I rocked harder and faster until suddenly I threw my head back and had a third orgasm, making me whimper out.
My whole body felt overly sensitive, so I sat still for a moment until I could regain my bearings.
I dropped my head back down to meet Maximo’s eyes, not wanting to see his expression.
His eyes were half-closed, looking at me with a soft smile on his face.
Holy shit!
He was still catching his breath, but he was staring at me, looking very relaxed.
In a husky voice he said, “I think I might like it when you lock me up. Wife.” Then he smirked at me.
Well shit! He seemed to like it as much as I did.
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After that night in bed, I made it my mission to test Maximo whenever I could. And damn him for falling into line with it.
About a week after our playtime in cuffs, I came storming to him shortly after he arrived home from his business deals.
“We need to talk. Now!” And without saying anything else I stormed to his office.
I slammed the door to make sure I had his attention then went straight to his desk.
I had on a dress today for this specific moment in mind.
I had no panties on underneath so I was ready and willing.
I pulled up the dress and bared my ass, bending over, facing the door, so he would see me in all my glory as soon as he walked in.
I sat there for a few moments, head resting to the side on his desk, getting irritated, when I heard his footsteps moving towards the door.
I smirked. My face was looking away from the door so he wouldn’t be able to see my expression.
As the door started to open, “What the fuck is so imp…….Oh fuck!” I hear the door quickly slam shut. I heard shuffling of clothes just as he muttered out, “Dammit Aria!”
My smile got bigger. But I didn’t say anything. Next thing I knew, I felt his cock rubbing lightly against my lips. I moaned.
“Shit Donna, you are already wet. My little slut needs her Don.”
“Please Maximo. She needs it so badly.”
He growled, and in one quick motion, shoved his cock inside me. I whimpered.
“She will take my cock, won’t she, wife?”
I whimpered. “Yes. All of it, El Capo.”
“Fuck Aria!” Then he proceeded to pound it to me rough and aggressively.
I was pretty sure our men got an ear full, but I didn’t give a shit.
I tested Maximo another time, and that’s when I realized I wanted our marriage to work.
I had been in the master bedroom, still not moved in yet, in a french maid’s outfit pretending to dust, my back to the door, when Maximo walked in.
He yelled, “What the fuck are you doing in my room? No one is allowed in here!”
At first I was pissed. Why can’t I be in his fucking room? I turned to look at him, saw shock on his face, so I pouted. “I can leave, sir!”
“For fuck sakes, Aria, I didn’t even recognize you in that thing.” He looked me up and down, his eyes dilating, licking his lips. “You’re going to give me a fucking heart attack some day, wife.”
I bowed my head slightly, “Should I leave, sir?”
Maximo goes back to the door and slammed it shut.
“Absolutely fucking not.” He charged towards me, grabbed my arm aggressively and pulled me over to the dresser. He pushed me over, making me lean in, a bit close to the mirror attached to the back of it.
He moved both hands to the back of the dress and pushed his hands up until they were on my bare ass. He squeezed.
“Fuck. You’re not wearing any panties.”
I pouted again. “Should I be, sir?”
“Fuck no.”
He moved his hands, making me pout more, until I heard him unzip his pants. He rubbed his cock a couple of times against my entrance, then slowly pushed it in.
“My wet little maid is ready for her cock.”
“Please, sir, give it to me.” I moaned and he started to thrust in and out of me. He started off slow, watching me in the mirror.
“Keep your eyes open. You wanted this. You will watch me give it to you.”
My eyes fluttered as he rammed in and out of me, his pace picking up. I was having a hard time keeping eye contact. My eyes started to flutter close as my orgasm was about to rip out of me. Maximo grabbed my ass hard and squeezed, still thrusting in and out.
“Eyes. On. Me. Donna.”
I moaned loudly, eyes fluttering, his thrusts getting more erratic. His eyes stayed on mine, making it even more intense. My orgasm ripped out of me as my eyes closed. He thrust two more times and growled into my ear.
His hands continued to rub over my ass, making me quiver.
Sex with Maximo was intense. And I enjoyed every moment of it.
Still catching our breaths, he leaned in over me, with his lips at my ear and whispered, “Move into the room, Aria. Be my wife.”
My eyes fluttered open and looked into the mirror. He was staring at me intensely.
All I did was nod. It was time.