Pounding Silvia On The Table

Lorenzo shoved the heavy oak bedroom door open, his boots hitting the floorboards with loud thuds. He stepped into the dimly lit sanctuary, expecting an empty room where he could strip off his suit and wait for Silvia to join him. Instead, his dark gaze snapped toward the center of the room. His thick brow furrowed into a sharp line.

Silvia laid stark naked right in the middle of his pristine mattress. The only thing covering her pale curves was a simple gray fleece blanket, the exact one he had carelessly tossed across the sheets that morning.

Lorenzo clenched his jaw, staring at the blatant intrusion. He kept a strict rule in this penthouse. He did not fuck women on his bed. His mattress remained off-limits to the endless parade of whores he brought home. He had his reasons for keeping his sleeping space sacred, and everyone knew the consequences of crossing that boundary. Yet, she was already sprawled out, making herself perfectly comfortable on his pillows. He let out a low breath. Chasing her out of the bed would only spoil the adrenaline rushing through his veins.

He had to admit the blame rested on his shoulders. He sent her upstairs without him. If he had walked up those steps by her side, he would have dragged her into the guest room or bent her over the hallway console. But here they were, locked in a silent standoff.

Silvia watched the muscle feather in his jaw. She understood his predicament, but a smug sense of victory bloomed in her chest. She knew Lorenzo would never tell her to leave. She held a status far above his regular, disposable whores. She was his best friend, his closest confidante, and his favorite release. Over their long history, she heard the grim stories of women getting thrown out onto the streets just for touching his bedroom doorknob. She did not know the dark reason behind his rule, but she reveled in being his sole exception.

She was tired of being bent over cold desks. She was exhausted from being fucked like a cheap hooker who needed to leave before dawn. She wanted to prove she was different from the rest of them. She was the only woman in his mafia-ruled world capable of defying him and getting away with it. Tonight was supposed to be memorable. She anticipated this exact moment all day long. There was no way he would ruin the night by kicking her out of his sheets.

She broke the silence, her voice soft but laced with feigned surprise. "You are here."

Lorenzo did not reply. He stood near the doorway, eyeing her curiously, waiting for her next move.

Taking his silence as an invitation, Silvia stood up slowly. She let the fleece blanket slip from her fingers, making sure it pooled at her ankles in a deliberate motion. She bared every single inch of her exposed skin to his predatory stare. She loved keeping him on the edge. Knowing she possessed the power to bend a ruthless mafia boss to her will gave her an intoxicating rush of satisfaction. Lorenzo did not have a heart, but she controlled his desires tonight.

Stalking closer, Silvia made sure never to break eye contact. Her bare feet sank into the plush carpet as she closed the distance between them.

She whispered in a low, sensual voice. "I am glad you are here with me now, Lorenzo."

She stepped right up to his chest, tilting her head. She pressed her open mouth to his neck, nibbling on the thick skin just below his sharp jawline. She flicked her tongue out, licking a wet path all the way up to his earlobe.

Lorenzo let out a ragged breath, his broad chest shuddering under her touch. Silvia possessed a rare talent for fueling his raw lust without any effort.

Her manicured hands moved down to his crisp dress shirt. She undid the buttons with practiced ease, tugging the expensive fabric off his wide shoulders. She let it drop to the floor, her fingers immediately working on the silver buckle of his belt. Within seconds, she stripped him of his trousers, leaving him standing hard and fully exposed before her.

She trailed her fingertips down his rigid abdominal muscles, tracing the deep V-line pointing toward his heavy cock. "When I was away on that business trip, I thought of nothing but you."

Lorenzo asked, his voice thick with restraint. "And what exactly did you think about?"

A wicked smile touched her lips. "I thought about what you would taste like. I thought about how it would feel to have you inside me again."

Something feral snapped in his dark eyes. In one swift, ruthless movement, Lorenzo lunged forward. He seized the back of her neck with a large hand, spinning her around in a dizzying blur. He slammed her back flush against his hard, naked chest, holding her firmly in place. His heavy grip on her nape was not tight enough to choke the life out of her, but it possessed enough lethal strength to keep her from escaping. She was his prisoner at this exact moment. His helpless, willing sexual captive.

He breathed hot air directly into her ear. "You know what, Silvia?"

He raised his free hand, bringing it around to capture the swollen bud of her firm breast. He squeezed the pale flesh aggressively, kneading and massaging the heavy globe. He dragged his coarse palm from left to right, pulling rough groans from her throat.

His husky voice pierced through her haze of lust. "I am your genie for tonight, but sadly, you only get to have one single wish. Use it wisely."

He bit down hard on the shell of her ear, causing a deep shiver to rock her spine.

She trembled under his commanding touch, her knees growing weak. "Lorenzo."

He dragged his long fingers down her flat stomach, dipping past her navel and sliding directly against her wet, dripping cunt. "What is it going to be, Silvia?"

He swiped his digits through her slick folds, coating his skin in her arousal. He brought his fingers up to his nose, taking a deep sniff.

He growled. "Damn it, Silvia. You are soaked, and I have not even touched you yet."

She reached down, grabbing his thick wrist. She forced his hand back between her thighs, planting his fingers right at the slick opening of her warm, sultry flesh. "I wish."

He urged. "Go on."

He pushed a single thick finger deep inside her tight sheath, stretching her walls without warning.

She breathed out, throwing her head backward to rest on his broad shoulder. "Fuck."

He curled his finger inside her, torturing her nerve endings. The blunt pressure scrambled her brain until she could not string a coherent thought together.

He imitated her broken moan with a dark, mocking smile. "You wish for a fuck?"

He added a second finger inside her cunt, stretching her open with brutal force.

She shrieked, her hips jerking away from his hand. "Oh my goodness, Lorenzo."

The intense stimulation pushed her to the brink. It was too much raw sensation to handle, and a part of her wanted out, but his grip on her neck kept her locked against his thrusting fingers.

Lorenzo pressed on, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in fast, harsh circles. "Tell me what I want to hear, Silvia."

Silvia could not stop the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She needed his cock.

She blurted out the shameful words before she could bite her tongue. "I wish that you fuck me until I cannot walk anymore."

A triumphant smile stretched across his handsome face.

He whispered. "Wish granted. You are getting fucked by me whether you wish for it or not, Silvia. I am filling you with my cock whether you request it or not, and that is a promise."

That low threat was the only warning she received before he shoved three thick fingers deep into her tight sheath.

Silvia let out a deafening wail. Her body convulsed around his hand, and she squirted, thick waves of slick fluid splashing onto the carpet. Her knees buckled beneath her. She almost crashed to the hardwood floor, but Lorenzo wrapped a strong arm around her waist, catching her weight effortlessly.

He finger-fucked her mercilessly, watching her body shudder as she came all over his hand.

She begged, tears of pleasure leaking from her eyes. "Please, Lorenzo."

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Lorenzo spun her back around to face him. He ducked his head and latched his mouth onto her swollen pink bud. He sucked hard on her breast, drawing the tight flesh into his mouth like a starving man. Silvia tried to push his shoulders away, overwhelmed by the sensory overload, but she could not move an inch. She felt ripped apart, her core throbbing, but her weak protests did nothing to stop his relentless attack. He intended to execute every filthy plan he had for tonight.

He suckled her breasts with hard, bruising tugs. His fingers never left her slick cunt, flicking her clit in a harsh rhythm that sent agonizingly good sensations rippling through her body.

Silvia cried out, her voice cracking in pure, unbridled ecstasy.

Before she could process his next move, Lorenzo withdrew his dripping fingers. In one swift, brutal motion, he replaced his hand with his massive, rock-hard dick. He grabbed her hips and thrusted deeply into her dripping walls, burying himself to the hilt.

She moaned loudly. "It is so good."

Her nails dug into his heavy biceps as she wailed. "Fuck."

A guttural growl erupted from the back of his throat. He pulled his hips back and rammed deeper into her tight core. Her firm breasts bounced to the frantic rhythm of his pounding hips.

The raw friction ignited his blood. Lorenzo abruptly pulled his slick cock out of her cunt, leaving her gasping at the sudden loss. He grabbed her by the arms and shoved her roughly backward onto the polished mahogany table sitting at the corner of his bedroom.

Before she could scramble back or utter a word of protest, he bent down. He hooked his arms under her knees and lifted her bare legs high, planting them securely on his broad shoulders. He stepped flush against the edge of the wood, his eyes burning into her exposed, glistening folds.

He delved his head down between her thighs. His hot tongue took the exact place his dick had just vacated, swiping a broad, wet path straight over her sensitive clit.

Silvia thrashed back against the hard table. She arched her spine forward, chasing his ravenous mouth.

She gasped, her voice turning thready with need and pure arousal. "Oh my god."

Lorenzo did not let her rest. He stood up straight, grabbing her waist. He picked her up off the table as if she weighed nothing. Holding her suspended in the air, he drove his thick cock right back into her wet heat. He hit every single tight corner of her walls, stretching her to the absolute limit.

Silvia wrapped her arms around his thick neck, sobbing as she begged him for more. Lorenzo bared his teeth, pounding into her with relentless, primal fury. The dark night was far from over, and her desperate wish remained far from being fulfilled.