The elegant buzz of the restaurant, along with the music, faded as soon as the bathroom door closed behind you. The lock turned a couple of times, and the sound was very similar to a gunshot. Mirio didn't waste time with you; his fingers tightened around your arm, letting you know there was no escape.
"Now that my daughter is inside you," he whispered in your ear, "you are mine more than ever. And I have to remind you of that much more often than before."
You felt those words inside you, your breath caught in your throat, and a huge wave of heat flooded your belly. Mirio's gaze was aggressive, but full of love that made you melt every time. You didn't respond, because you didn't have time.
With a sudden movement, he pushed you against the cold marble sink. The icy contact with the bare skin of your thighs made you moan, while your fingers instinctively gripped the smooth edge to keep from falling. The mirror behind you reflected an obscene image: you, your trousers almost undone, your black silk panties already wrinkled and about to be ripped off with an impatient gesture; him, his pants undone just in time to free his enormous cock, already hard as steel.
"And what... do you want to do, Mirio?" you asked, teasing him. You knew exactly what he wanted to do.
Mirio entered you in one violent thrust. You cried out and arched your back, your nails digging into his arm as you struggled to hold on. He was perfect. He was huge, clenched inside you in a way that made your head spin.
"God, please...keep going, yes!" you gasped, your eyes closing, your lips parted in a never-ending moan. "Love...harder!"
He laughed, a dark, triumphant laugh.
"You like it like this, huh? Do you want me to break your pussy tonight?"
His words were dirty, vulgar, but his voice trembled with devotion. His hands slid down your hips, then back up, cupping your enormous breasts through the thin fabric of your dress. His thumbs rubbed your already hard and sensitive nipples.
You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze in the mirror. What you saw was a vision: you, with swollen lips, eyes clouded with desire, dark hair disheveled. Him, muscles tense under his shirt, his cock sinking into you with ever deeper, ever harder thrusts.
"Let me feel how dirty you are, love," you whispered, "How much... you want me..."
Mirio needed no further encouragement.
He grabbed your hair, yanking your head back with such force that you let out a strangled cry.
"I'll make you scream so loud everyone outside will know who's fucking you," he promised, his mouth against the back of your neck, his teeth biting into your sensitive skin. "I'll fill you up until you burst, Tara. And when our daughter is born, she'll know her mother is mine. Only mine. In every way possible."
"Mirio!" The name exploded from your lips as he changed angles, hitting that spot inside you that was driving you wild. Your legs were shaking, your knees threatened to buckle.
He held you up, one hand on your hips, the other still clutching your hair, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror as he mercilessly spread your pussy.
"Look," he growled, "look how I take you, look how you like it."
You obeyed. You couldn't help it. The spectacle was too intense to look away: your body moving against his, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your face distorted with pleasure, your lips parted, your eyes shining. You were beautiful, you were his, and he was reminding you of it with every thrust.
"I'm...I'm about to cum," you panted, your fingers tightening on the sink. "God, Mirio, I'm about to..."
"Not yet," he commanded, pulling you away from the sink with a sudden movement. His cock slid out of you, leaving you trembling. "Get on your knees, and suck me all the way to the balls."
You didn't hesitate. You collapsed onto the cold tiles, your knees aching, but you didn't care. All you cared about was the burning need to have him inside you again. Mirio settled in front of you, his cock glistening with wetness, the tip red and swollen.
He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Down the throat."
You obeyed, your lips parting, your tongue extending to lick the length of his cock. The flavor of your pussy exploded on your taste buds, salty, musky, intense.
Mirio groaned as his fingers curled into fists above your head, guiding you deeper and deeper, all the way down your throat, just the way he liked it. "Like this, Tara..." he panted, "take it all. Go down, go down..."
You did, you took him deep, your throat contracting around him, your eyes watering, saliva dripping, while he held your head still and he moved his hips in short thrusts that made you gag.
"Mmmf!" The sound came out muffled, your nose filling with his scent, your hands gripping his thighs to keep from falling. He was huge, too big, way too big. But you wanted him, all of him.
"Oh, yes," he growled, looking up at you with pleasure. "You're so good at sucking me...you're my pregnant little slut."
Your heart skipped a beat, you felt his cock throbbing in your mouth, the taste of precum filling your tongue. You wanted to go deeper, you wanted to feel him in your throat, you wanted him to fill you until tears came to your eyes.
But Mirio had other plans.
With a groan, he pulled you up by your chin, tearing you away from his cock. "No," he gasped, "I don't want to come in your mouth. I want to fill you up where it counts, I want you to feel every drop."
He pushed you against the sink again, this time harder. You cried out as the cold marble hit your back, but the pain vanished as he entered you again, sinking inside you with a thrust that took your breath away. "Mirio!"
"Yes?" he said, his lips against your neck, his teeth biting your shoulder. "What's wrong, Mom?"
The pace at which he fucked you was wild, uncontrollable. Each thrust made you slide onto the sink, your ass slamming against the marble, your tits bouncing, your nipples hard as rocks. You screamed, your nails scraping his shoulders, your legs wrapping around his hard, muscular hips, pushing him deeper and deeper.
"I'm going to cum," he panted, thrusting deeper and deeper. "God, Tara, I'm going to..."
"Inside," you moaned, your lips against his ear, "I want you to fill me. I want our daughter to know I'm yours."
That was the sentence that broke him.
Mirio screamed, his hips bucked against yours, his cock throbbing inside you as you came too, filling you with hot, thick spurts. You felt every thrust, every drop, his body contracting against yours.
You collapsed together, him still inside you, your labored breathing filling the silence of the bathroom. The cold lights seemed brighter, but neither of you moved, at least not right away.
Finally, it was Mirio who spoke, close to your hair. "Never forget it," he said, "I love you, I love you so much. And I'm truly blessed to have you as my wife."
You smiled. "I know," you whispered, your fingers caressing his chest, feeling the beat of his still racing heart. "I will never stop loving you, Mirio."
Mirio smiled, satisfied, before kissing you again. A slow, deep, sensual kiss. Outside, the music continued to play, laughter and toasts still lingered in the air. But there, in that elegant bathroom, with the cool marble beneath your hands and your body still shaking with pleasure, no one else existed except you two. And the little girl growing inside you.