12. Matteo
When I get backto the house, Renata is still there. She seems different to when I left. More alive somehow. I realize it means she probably found the papers, and my heart sinks. If she’s so juiced about the discovery, it means she was going to betray me with that false information.
The disappointment makes me realize I’d stupidly hoped she wouldn’t betray me, and then we could perhaps build a genuine relationship, one that might be long-lasting. I want her, but I want her to want me too, more.
I desire her.
I hate her.
I want to own her, but I want to hurt her to avenge her betrayal of me from so long ago.
Christ, I didn’t expect how much having her back in my life would affect me.
It’s a head fuck of a position to be in. My temples pound, and I belatedly realize I don’t like this game I’ve set in motion. Now that I’ve had a taste of her, I want to have more, and this fucking shit is going to get in the way.
I watch her animated face as she tells me a story that is mildly amusing, but I’m not truly focused. Do I want revenge on Andretti family enough to destroy what I could have with this woman?
I can still keep her. That’s not up for debate. If she gives that information to her family, she’s screwing them over, and they’ll exile her once she brings their world crashing down.
She’s sipping at a glass of scotch, and I recognize the tumbler from my study. That confirms it then.
I expect her to make her excuses and ask me to run her home; instead, she pushes up from the sofa and walks over to me.
“It’s rude to leave your guest alone for so long,” she purrs.
“Yes, you’re right. I’m sorry.”
“You should make it up to me.”
“Anything you have in mind?”
“Why don’t you take me upstairs and show me what that magic cock of yours can do?”
Whoa. Talk about direct. It’s also a direct hit to my cock, making it ache at the thought.
She turns away from me and walks out of the room. Intrigued, I follow her. She saunters up the stairs, her luscious hips swinging with every step. She reaches the top and turns to me, tossing a devious smirk over her shoulder.
I follow her down the corridor and into my bedroom. She stands by the bed and slowly undresses. I follow suit, undressing as I watched her with hungry eyes.
Whatever else is going on between us, no matter how toxic, this always works. This attraction and fire will probably never die.
Bit by bit she peels layers of clothing off, revealing her beautiful creamy skin to my ravenous gaze. I want to lick and taste every single part of her. She”s so beautiful it should be a crime.
She walks to me and wraps her arms around my neck, pressing herself against me. Her breasts are full and firm against my chest, and my hands slide down the sexy dip in her back to grab her full ass. I knead and squeeze, loving the feel of it. God, I want to bite it and spank it. I want to tie her up and have her all laid out like a feast for me, unable to move. She’s every sin and temptation wrapped up in one delectable offering.
Like the sinner I am, I drop to my knees, needing to taste her. It’s only been a few days since the last time I had her against my mouth, but it already seems far too long. Her scent and taste is already addicting to me.
I kiss her thighs and then push her legs farther apart as I spread her lips and suck her clit into my mouth. She groans against me, and I flick my tongue over her. I want her to come so hard tonight that I obliterate any other man who was ever here.
I work her mercilessly, and soon her legs are shaking. Standing, I lift her and carry her to the bed. I lay her down and crawl over her. She wraps her arms and legs around me, surrounding me in her silky embrace, her scent tickling my senses and ramping up my arousal.
There’s something about Renata that makes me feral.
I’m already in too deep. The fact I’ve had any man who has tried to date her or pick her up in bars threatened is surely a warning that I’ve gone too far.
What would she do if I whispered my sins to her?
I imagine putting my lips to her ear and whispering, “I had a man”s finger cut off because he”d touched you even before we’d had that first meal.”
Would she be horrified? Scared? Turned on?
The thing is, I don’t know her half as well as I think I do. I have my reams of paper, full of reports on her, and I know what she does and the things she likes to eat, wear, drink. None of that tells me who she really is deep down, though. It doesn”t tell me her morals, her goals in life, or what her deepest, darkest fears are.
Do we ever really know another person, though?
My cock throbs at her entrance. She reaches between us and takes hold of me, rubbing my leaking head over her clit. She does this over and over, painting herself in my pre-cum as she rubs a figure eight over herself.
Her nipples are peaked, and her skin is pebbled. She pants softly, and her eyes drift closed.
Fuck me, she’s using my cock to make herself come as if it’s a sex toy. The thought gets me harder than I’ve been in years. I want her to come rubbing me against her clit, and then I’ll fuck her and make her come again from hitting her G-spot.
She makes these breathy little moans, and then she gasps and rubs my cock hard against her clit as she comes.
She opens her eyes and blinks as if just coming back to the reality of what she’s done.
I don’t wait for her to speak and maybe ruin the moment because the moment is perfect. I push into her, slow and deliberate, and she cries out loud enough that some of the staff might hear.
“Holy crap, you feel amazing filling me up with your huge cock, especially when I’ve just come.” She grips the sheets beside her, and I drive into her, sinking deep until I’m all the way in.
I love her confidence in bed and her filthy mouth. She’s a breath of fresh air. Not many women have been as open as Renata about what turns them on.
Once I’m balls deep in her, I pause for a moment and relish the sensations.
It’s not only the mind-blowing pleasure that I’m focused on but the rightness of this. This is where I want to be, need to be as often as I can. This is like heaven. She was made for me. My perfect fit.
I start to move, and I want to make her scream for me. I want to be the only man to ever truly make Renata Andretti come undone. I want to imprint myself on her so whatever happens between us, for her there will only truly be me.
Angling my cock, I watch her intently and know when I have hit that magic spot. I thank God and my talented piercer, in that order, when her mouth drops open in a shocked O of surprise, and her eyes roll back in her head.
I bite her shoulder, and she digs her nails so hard into my ass I know she’s going to leave marks. Maybe even blood. I like the idea.
Wanting to see more of her, I roll us so she’s now on top. I palm her amazing tits and squeeze them together. She rolls her hips and takes the lead. She moves around until I know she’s found that spot again.
“God, Matteo. They ought to make a sex toy based on your dick.”
If that’s not a shot of pure caffeine to the ego, I don’t know what is. I let go of her tits, and they jiggle in a way that makes my mouth water as she bounces up and down on me. I grab her ass and squeeze and on a whim slap one perfect cheek.
She stares at me, and I wonder for a moment if she’s going to object.
“Harder,” she demands.
“What?”
“The slap. Harder. Smack me harder.”
I spank her ass harder as she lifts up and grinds against me.
“Is that the best you’ve got?” she provokes. “Harder. Make it count.”
“I don’t want to bruise you,” I say.
“Maybe I want your handprint on me,” she replies.
I have to grit my teeth at that because I almost lose it and come before she has.
“Let it out. The hate.” She laughs when I frown. “Oh, come on, Matteo. This? Us? It’s as much about hate as it is about lust. I’m taking it out on you, fucking you good and hard, so spank my ass the way you want to.”
I spank her so hard that my handprint will leave an angry red mark on her creamy flesh.
“God, yes. Fuck.” She’s really into this if her flushed chest is anything to by.
The color crawls up her throat as I continue spanking her ass, alternating cheeks as she fucks me. Her coordination begins to falter, and I bring one hand to her mouth and push my middle finger in.
“Suck,” I order.
She does and once she has my finger nice and wet, I slowly press it into the tight rim of muscle at her ass as I use the thumb of my other hand to circle her clit.
“Oh, fuck, Matteo, too much.” She pants. “Shit. I can’t. I’m going to… God. Yes. Shit. Yes.”
She comes with the scream I wanted. She digs her nails so hard into my pecs she breaks the skin, and her writhing on my cock, along with the pain and her cries sends me right over the edge with her.
I fill her with my cum as she covers me in her release.
We’re both sweaty, sticky messes, as I lay with her draped across me, panting for breath.
I’m also in shock because I just had the best, most mind-blowing sexual experience of my entire life, and I don’t think I can give this up. Maybe not ever.