“I will pour water on the thirsty”

This electricity that's been building between us since we've worked things out is so perfect that I feel as if the big man at six foot four, with an extension of mine, our eyes silently meet and our minds seem to agree on every perversity and damn.. i feel so much more powerful than any disney princess, my man is not a charming prince and he is capable of anything for me.
That's why he doesn't stop for a single second when he takes my mouth with pleasure inside the hospital room, with the villain of my story trapped in a bed in the same way he was trapped, without voice, without strength at the mercy of his will. I should be disgusted, angry or repudiated but all I can feel is my pussy getting more and more wet with the desire to cause even a fraction of the pain it caused me.
The vision of your perfect princess, falling apart in the arms of your foe.
I lose my thoughts when Giacomo bites his lower lip.
- If you want to do this, be with me.- He whispers.
- I want to, but I also want to torture him and no physical torture would be more painful.
I look away looking at the man who breathes hard with the certainty of what he wants, I start driving the last nails into his coffin, getting up from the bed and turning my back to my husband pulling his hands to my waist.
- I want him to die knowing who is the only man capable of making me come like a fucking bitch, the only demon my soul and tears and heart belong to.
I open a huge smile feeling his cock rubbing against my ass, I don't stop to look even with his growls, I just let my man take what he wants, pulling my hair to keep our eyes fixed while sticking his tongue out licking the cartilage from my ear.
- Stay focused on the beep my angel, I'll make you reach heaven as soon as the machine indicates the descent of this shit to hell.
- The doctor said he's at risk of a heart attack, shall we do that?
- You bet.
I don't even have time to respond as I'm taken over by full lips and the delicious sensation of the growing beard scratching my skin, the thick, hard cock pressing my ass into the fabric, I gasp in pleasure feeling the other hand come down and squeeze hard enough to let go of it. the brand but hot enough to render the panties unusable. I rock my hips withdrawing his hands without taking our gaze away, shoving my hands into the dress listening to the beep with the damn beat of a lap dance descending the thong slowly lowering the torso along with the panties lifting my ass like a contortionist to keep my eyes on him and finish pulling.
And the beep disappears because only he is capable of erasing my senses and taking every thought as the narcissistic, jealous, voracious bastard that exists underneath the suit, I want it and he wants it even more.
I lift my body back up, almost stumbling because I am so inattentive, receiving the long fingers that hold my right leg up, for a few seconds I return to reality when I support the jump on the small hospital stairs, I feel as powerful as the cat woman with the pain inflicted in blue eyes tears streaming down her face but unable to deflect.
I turn my face back to Gia, biting my chin making it clear I'm ready greedy fingers move under my knee running under my dress putting a hand in front, definitely no one else but him will see any skin, and that animal side of him causes an inexplicable frenzy of desire. He knows that he takes advantage of every gap to contaminate and corrupt all my cells if the effect of a potent drug is like Giacomo I understand the reason for becoming addicted, it addicts, corrupts, destroys, incites yet it is only him who satisfies. How could I deny living in hell next to my demon.
I scream in the middle of daydreams with the slap cracked in the wet folds, the coquettish smile delivering that he knew where my mind was, the tongue returns to tracing a path from the ear to the neck I grab his wrist to have some support, moaning with the long fingers tracing all my wet extension.
I lose consciousness, clinging to the boner it causes, the other hand pinches my breast while the teeth flirt on top of the neck, I grind against it desiring everything, receiving nothing for a second, listening again to the beep that starts to accelerate, screaming madly at the I'm sure the entire hospital listened as the skilled fingers entered vibrating against flesh pressing in just the right spot, rising to heaven and descending to hell when it stopped again.
I turn my face furious receiving the cretin's smug smile while I forget the fury with his fingers being traversed with his tongue the same way he traversed my pussy yesterday pulling out all my strength, I tremble with the excitement almost crying for the desire that is accumulating in me a growing pain contracting everything, I roll my eyes with my left hand squeezing my neck with just the delicacy he has imposing his commands without force. I seek support by holding onto his wrist like the lifeline and pushing my ass back further listening to the low laugh reverberating in the room increasing the unbridled desire.
I feel the head rubbing itself through my folds, pulling a little more out of me when it touches my clitoris thirsting for release, doing the opposite way and entering in a single movement opening space, taking everything for him, the air lacks such pleasure I feel the right hand supporting my belly, biting again, taking momentum I roll my eyes walking directly to the cliff nothing but the pleasure of feeling the thick cock opening my flesh thrusting itself to reach the right point and the strong breath like an aphrodisiac singing to attract orgasms.
- Whose body is it?
- Your.
- Your tears?
- Your
- Your heart?
- Your
- Who are you going to make fun of?
- Only for you.
I feel the tears forming along with the orgasm that sends shivers down my spine in an electric current of pleasure, the rhythm becoming constant finally bringing understanding as my mind stops one step away from the jump, the frantic beats of the machine etched into each thrust and how to be corrupted is nice.
- Now, beautiful.
Two words and I jump without a parachute feeling every nerve ending from my eyes to my toes twitching inside the jump, the constant sound of the beep pulling the smile away amid tears from the intense orgasm, being accompanied by it in the second vibration I feel in my womb falling apart.
- For whom are your tears of pleasure wife?
- For you husband. - I whisper looking at the dilated dark spheres.
I manage to catch the exact moment when he shoves my panties in my pocket, I am taken by him towards the door opening quickly pulling my body against his chest smoothing my back, I hear the nurses talking, the doctors talking at that moment I hide the smile in my chest Protector of my husband, loving his scent, understanding the pleasure of revenge, quenching a thirst I didn't even know I had.