Wild Pitch (Dominating the Diamond Book 1)

CHAPTER 53

“Such a tight ass,” I croon, emphasizing my words with a spank that’s more noise than impact. My hand doesn’t leave a mark on his golden-brown skin, but his flesh bounces perfectly, and my excitement to use the glass dildo that’s been sitting on ice is all that keeps me from bending down and sinking my teeth into him. “Who does it belong to, Mateo?”

“You.” The word rushes out of him on a needy exhale. If I had known that I could make this gruff, stoic man whimper so beautifully, I wouldn’t have lasted that first night in the hot tub without properly fucking him. “I’m yours.”

He adds the last part with too much meaning. Too much emotion that I’m not ready to face, even after our heart-to-heart by the lake.

I turn my glove inside out and toss it onto one of the spare towels. The heart-shaped handle sticking out of the ice bucket is cold to the touch, but it’s not what sends a shiver down my spine. Ice clinks around the glass dildo as I pull it free, like some perverse sword in the stone, and Mateo swears viciously into the pillow in anticipation.

With a generous squirt of non-warming lube in my palm, I coat the dildo in one quick stroke, determined not to let it leech any of my body heat.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, shiiit,” he groans as the head of the frozen rainbow dildo eases past his resistance. Warmed up as he is from my fingers, I take him slowly, letting him adjust to the plug and the cold. Inch by gradual inch, I work the toy to the base. “I’m not going to last much longer, if you keep this up. You’ve got me hanging by a thread, Sierra.”

“Aww, what makes you think that isn’t exactly where I want you?” I move to one side and slap his ass just to watch it shake. “Flip over, cari?o.”

Mateo is the most perfect specimen of a human being I have ever seen. His back and shoulders ripple as he rolls himself over, and his partially circumcised cock stands proud. Shadows dance from his face to his smooth chest, and the ruby lamplight glistens in the precum coating his stomach.

Taking in my fill of his body, I lock eyes with Mateo and rip the foil wrapper.

“Are you trying to torture me?” he groans as I roll the condom down his length.

“Only if you like it.” I throw one leg over his hips and smile over my shoulder at him. Mounting him in reverse cowgirl and positioning his head at my entrance, I ask, “Do you like when I torture you, Mateo?”

“I like when you make me beg, mami.”

I sink down onto his cock in one fluid motion.

My best laid plans begin to fall apart the moment he fills me. I have to fight every urge to ride him hard and fast. To roll my hips and grind until I can’t hold myself up. As good as his dick could make me feel, it’s his desperation I’m after.

I grab the bottle of warming lube without lifting my hips. Sitting with his cock buried inside of me, I massage the oil into his thighs. I drag out each movement, keeping them slow and smooth, minimizing any motion that might alleviate the need of the man beneath me. I massage his thick catcher’s thighs until his fingers sink into my hips and he attempts to rock up into me.

“Every time you move, I’m going to add a minute to the cockwarming clock,” I warn without turning to look at him.

“Diabla,” he mutters under his breath.

“I prefer she-wolf.” I can’t say it with a straight face. I laugh, thinking of all the times we’ve listened to that song while working out, and Mateo groans when my laughter makes my cunt clench around him.

I lean forward. My breasts nearly rub against his thighs, and I massage oil from his knees to his ankles, knowing exactly how this position displays me for his appreciation. Freshly waxed and hungry for his attention, I clench when I hear the tell-tale squirt of the other lube bottle behind me.

He teases my ass with his thumb. I keep my attention on his legs, pretending not to be as affected by this position as Mateo is, and let him stretch me open. When it’s only his thumb, I stay focused. But then he works up to two fingers, stroking his own cock through my walls, and I’m moaning his name in harmony with the broken pleas falling from his lips.

“Do you deserve my pretty pussy?” I ask when I can’t take any more of my own teasing.

“I will worship your perfect pussy until I do,” he says. “Shit, it’s hot when you talk like this, Sierra.”

He groans when I climb off his lap. His hand falls to his side and he bites his full bottom lip, clearly expecting me to find new ways to torture him. When I kneel on all fours beside him, tits on the bed and ass in the air, his eyes go wide, and he stares like he thinks this is too good to be true.

“Well?” I reach beneath myself to rub my clit. “Come worship my pussy.”

I don’t have to tell him twice. Mateo scrambles behind me and gives my cunt one sloppy kiss before sinking back into me in one rough thrust. Buried to the base, he pauses.

“Fuck me, Mateo,” I say. “Give it to me good, cari?ito.”

He grabs my hips, pulls nearly all the way out, and slams back into me. Each thrust is rough and fast, but he doesn’t fuck like a jackhammer. There’s a rhythm to the roll of his hips. Filling me. Grinding against me. Finding my g-spot and stroking against it until my legs quiver and the sound of my wet cunt echo off the walls.

I come in a whirlwind of passion that leaves me weak, wiped out on the mattress and barely able to remember my own name. Tremor after tremor courses through me. I scream into the pillows until my throat is raw.

“Come for me, Mateo.” My voice is weak, but it’s a command nonetheless.

After all the teasing I’ve done, I expect him to spill immediately, but he lowers me to my stomach beneath him. One hand rests beside me to prop up some of his weight; the other wraps beneath me, holding me close as he pumps into me. He peppers my shoulder and neck in kisses until I turn my face to meet his.

Our kiss is slow and sweet. It’s a languid caress of as we swallow each other’s moans.

He shudders around my body and comes with his tongue in my mouth.