16. Matteo #2
Summer eased onto her feet, wobbling slightly. Without conscious thought, I was back on my knees for her, this time to unbuckle the strappy stilettos making her unsteady. Brushing my thumb over her delicate ankle bones, I lowered her bare soles to the cool tile beneath us one by one.
A near moan sounded from above, and a smile tugged at the corners of my lips when I peeked up. “Better?”
She nodded. “Much. Thank you.”
Rising from the floor, I cupped her cheek. “You never have to thank me for taking care of you the way you deserve, dolcezza .”
Dark lashes fluttered at my words, kissing pinkened cheeks.
I shouldn’t be surprised by her timid reaction.
At twenty-two, Summer was young, and it was doubtful any man who’d come before me had treated her in a way befitting the goddess she was.
If they had, she wouldn’t be here with me now.
So even though I wanted to cut off all their hands for touching what was mine, I was grateful they hadn’t been able to see the treasure set right before their eyes.
Brushing a light kiss against her lips, I murmured, “Let’s go upstairs.”
My hand fell from her face so that I could link our fingers together as we climbed the back steps.
We bypassed Summer’s bedroom, and when I opened the door directly beside it before pushing inside, she peeked over her shoulder. I saw the moment understanding dawned in her bright blue eyes.
“Your room is next to mine?”
I hummed in the affirmative, tugging her further into my private space and locking the door behind us.
“Is it so you’re close to the girls?” she asked.
“Yes.” I kept my answer vague, purposely omitting that I felt the need to be close to all three of my girls.
Placing the champagne on the dresser, I pulled Summer against my chest. Her breasts lifted with every ragged inhale, her hardened nipples poking through the thin fabric of her dress.
She squealed when I spun her around suddenly, hauling her flush with hands spanning her stomach. Then I turned us so we were facing the mirror mounted atop the dresser.
Staring at our reflection, it was striking to see the contrast. We were a total mismatch, but I didn’t care. And clearly, neither did she, as evidenced by how she relaxed into my hold, her head dropping against my shoulder.
Dipping down, I placed my mouth beside her ear.
Voice sounding like it had been dragged over gravel, I confessed my inner thoughts aloud.
“You’re so pure and good that the darkness inside me wants to ruin you.
” My grip on her tightened. “My greatest desire is to lock you inside this house forever and turn you into my little whore.”
Eyes sliding shut, Summer hissed, “Yessssss.”
Fuck me. I was giving her every reason to run, and here she was, picking up everything I put down.
“Is that what you want, bella ? For me to destroy this perfect body of yours? To mark it, to claim it, to fucking own it?” I sank my teeth into her neck hard enough to have her crying out, so there would be no doubt as to what she was agreeing to.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, gripping the strands, and just when I thought she was going to pull my head away, she forced it closer.
“Matteo.” My name fell from her lips like a prayer.
Goddamn, she was exquisite.
Soothing the fresh bruise blooming on her skin with my tongue, I rasped, “When we’re done here, you will be my queen.”
Her only response was a breathy moan.
I trailed a path of kisses down the nape of her neck. When I reached where her dress stopped my progress, I clamped the zipper between my teeth and yanked it low enough that the fabric fell away, leaving Summer completely naked.
My forehead dropped to the center of her back, and I dragged in deep breaths as I tried to rein it in because I was barely holding on to my control.
“Stop holding back.”
Her softly issued command was all it took for that fraying thread to snap.
Rising to my full height, I locked an arm around Summer’s waist and tossed her on the bed with such force she bounced a good foot off the mattress.
She was just pushing away the blonde locks that had fallen across her face when I began to strip.
With practiced ease, I fed the buttons through the loops of my dress shirt, groaning when my girl’s pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips.
Don’t worry, beautiful. I have plans for those lips.
The jangling of my belt being undone drew her attention lower. My cock twitched, and I wasted no time in lowering my zipper and boxers enough to free it.
My head dropped back as my fist closed around my shaft, pumping the length and easing the pressure that had been mounting all damn night thanks to the little vixen currently sprawled out across my silk sheets.
I about damn near exploded on the spot when a wet warmth engulfed the tip, and my eyes sprang open to find Summer on her knees before me.
The animal inside me took over, and I wrenched her off so forcefully she landed on her ass on the floor.
Voice dark and deadly, I gritted out, “I don’t remember giving you permission to put your mouth on my cock.” Bending down so we were eye to eye, I added for emphasis, “Whores don’t call the shots.”
She blinked at me, stunned into silence, but managed the tiniest of nods to show her understanding.
My thumb tugged on her lower lip. “Get on the fucking bed and keep these parted, wide as you can.”
Scrambling off the ground, she climbed back onto the mattress, positioning herself so that she was flat on her back, mouth open.
I retrieved the discarded bottle of bubbly, popping the cork and letting foam fizz freely over the rim.
Crawling over Summer’s body, I came to a stop once I was kneeling over her face, my rock-hard dick resting on her chin.
Pearly precum leaked onto her skin, and when her tongue appeared, ready to lap it up, I arched an eyebrow, and it quickly retreated.
A sinister smirk crept onto my face. She was learning more quickly than I imagined. I thought it would take several sessions of me dominating her before she accepted her role as my little fuck doll. But as always, Summer had a way of surprising me.
Shaking the alcohol in my hand, I asked, “Thirsty?”
She offered me a vigorous nod.
I brought the bottle to my mouth and tipped it enough that the carbonated beverage filled my mouth.
But instead of swallowing, I held it there, savoring the taste before allowing my jaw to drop, and the sticky liquid dribbled down my chin, carving a path between my pecs and abs, before the thin stream flowed over my cock and past her parted lips.
And like the perfect angel she was, she never closed those lips. It took effort, but she managed to choke down most of the drink, with only a small spray of it coming back up as she sputtered.
Taking a swig for myself, I set the champagne on the nightstand.
Then I placed one hand flat on the headboard while I used the other to feed Summer my cock.
Pressing into her hot mouth slowly, I paused when I reached the back of her throat.
With the heavy weight of my erection sitting on her tongue, every primal instinct inside me screamed to move, to create friction in search of my release.
“Close,” I commanded, and those silky-smooth lips suctioned around my shaft.
Chest heaving, I took a moment to savor the pleasure of being buried deep inside the warmth of her mouth.
Because what came after this would make or break us.
When I truly unleashed, she would either accept who I was behind the mask, or she would leave and never look back.
There was no in-between; the beast had been free, and I refused to cage him ever again.
“Tap my thigh twice if it gets to be too much.” That was the only warning I gave before rolling my hips to shove my cock as far down her throat as I could reach.
She gagged instantly, the muscles rippling to massage my sensitive head as I held myself deep before withdrawing to allow her to take a gasping breath. I only allowed her a split second of rest, and then I went right back to work, riding her face like my life depended on it.
Shifting my weight so I was almost on all fours above her, I dropped one hand to collar her throat to feel the imprint of my cock as I brutally fucked into it.
Grunting, I set a ruthless pace, fully aware I was cutting off her air supply.
I wanted to push her boundaries, see if she could handle what I was prepared to dish out.
And like she was made for me, Summer never once broke the seal, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard while continuing to fight against her gag reflex.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Fucking choke on it.”
Black pupils blew so wide that only the tiniest blue ring remained around them.
Fire licked up my spine, growing hotter with each passing second, and when my balls drew tight, I knew if I didn’t stop now, I’d be coming down her throat instead of breaking in that tight pussy that had taunted me in the car.
With a low curse, I pulled out of her mouth, falling to the side as I fought to catch my breath. I just needed a minute to recover enough to fuck her through the mattress.
“Are—” Summer’s voice came out so hoarse it cracked, and she had to clear her throat before trying again. “Are whores allowed to speak?”
My head whipped to the side. “Depends on what they have to say.”
Lips pressed together, she mulled that over before speaking again. “After the first time we met . . .”
Her words trailed off, so I prompted, “Proceed.”
“I, uh, I wondered if you gave out spankings.”
My eyebrows shot sky high, and I huffed out a laugh. Then something she said the first time she set foot in this house triggered in my memory.
“You called me Hot Daddy CEO.” Cockiness seeped into my tone.
Both hands came up to cover her face, and she let out a muffled, “Oh my God.”
“Nuh-uh. No hiding.” I uncovered her face.
“That was an inside thought. You were never meant to hear it,” she groaned.
My lips found the dewy skin of her shoulder, and I decided to let her off the hook. “To answer your question, if you want me to spank that delectable ass until it’s bright red, I’m more than happy to oblige.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really?”
“The thought of marking your pretty skin makes me so fucking hard, Summer.”
At the mention of my cock, her gaze dipped to find the angry red appendage resting against my stomach.
Her breathing hitched. “I want it so bad.”
Grabbing her hand, I guided it over my abs, then lower until I had her fingers wrapped around my throbbing length, the same way her lips had been mere minutes ago.
The skin-on-skin was fucking heaven, and my fist clenched atop hers, squeezing with the perfect pressure to have my eyes drifting shut and a groan rolling up from my chest.
“This is all yours, dolcezza . And I’m going to give it to you.”
“Please.” The desperation in her voice was my undoing.
Having gotten my second wind, I rolled over, caging her in from above. Precum smeared across the smooth skin of her belly where my tip brushed against her, and I dipped down, using my tongue to clean up the mess I’d left behind.
Rising so that we were face-to-face, I barked, “Open.”
Summer obeyed, and I spat the taste of me directly into her mouth. Her moan was the sweetest sound. That was, until I lined up between her thighs and slammed home in a single stroke, and a shrill scream split the air.
“Holy fuck!” I shouted, panting as her tight pussy threatened to strangle my dick.
I wasn’t going to last. Not with her practically squeezing me to death.
“Matteo,” she whimpered, head thrashing side to side.
When her hips lifted, providing the tiniest bit of friction, I nearly blew my load.
“Don’t fucking move.” My voice came out strained.
This time, she outright ignored my command, bucking against me frantically.
“Goddammit,” I cursed under my breath.
Ecstasy burst through my veins, the devil on my shoulder demanding more.
In one fluid motion, I rolled us so that Summer straddled me. My hand lifted from its spot on her waist, rearing back before coming down hard on the flesh of her ass.
She jolted, her sharp cry echoing off the walls, the vibrations mimicking the rippling of her pussy around me.
“Is that what you like?” I forced out through gritted teeth.
Her head dropped back. “Yes. More.”
How could I say no to that?
Alternating hands, I spanked her until my palms stung and arousal leaked out around my cock, coating my abs as she circled her hips, chasing her pain-induced pleasure.
“Had enough?” I taunted, my hand smoothing over the round swell of her backside.
“Never.”
“Too bad because I need to come.”
“Mmm.” Her hands fell to my chest, and her hot pussy lifted off my cock before dropping to mold around it once more, causing sparks to shoot down my spine. “Me too.”
Then what the fuck were we waiting for?
My fingers dug into her hips hard enough to leave bruises as I raised her with ease, forcing her to ride me while I thrust brutally into her from below. Our bodies crashed together violently, the sharp crack of flesh meeting flesh reverberating like a gunshot.
Every one of my muscles strained with the effort to drive her higher while holding back my own release. It taunted me from the shadows, begging me to just give in and let go. But I refused to fall over that cliff without her.
Summer faltered above me, and her sweaty skin sparkled in the dim lighting as tremors visibly rolled through her.
I increased my pace, knowing she was close.
Her cries reached such a shrill decibel that I winced, my ears ringing, but that discomfort was soon forgotten when her cunt clenched around me like a vise, tight enough to steal my breath away.
My climax crashed over me like a tidal wave, white-hot pleasure flooding my nervous system. Grunting loudly, I emptied every last drop inside her until she’d milked me dry. Only then did I allow her to collapse against my chest.
With my dick beginning to soften inside her, I made no effort to move. And when her breathing evened out, I pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“ Sogni d’oro , regina mia .”
Sweet dreams, my queen.