Chapter 22 Stella
STELLA
With his hands firmly pressed into my back, he shoves me down, and I let him until my knees hit the floor, and he stands. Towering over me, he slowly pulls down his pants and releases his hard-on.
Even though I’ve already seen him naked, his size still makes my heart bounce.
The arrogant smirk on his face needs to be wiped off immediately. “You want this? Then show me.”
I reach for his length with my hand, but he grabs my wrist midair. “Nuh-uh, keep your hands behind your back.”
Why did that just make my pussy throb? Arrogant asshole.
A smirk forms on my face as I place my hands behind my back and lean in.
He grabs my chin, gently pushing down my mouth with the pad of his thumb, cock inching forward until the tip rests on my mouth.
“Show me exactly how much you want me, then,” he says.
My tongue dips out, and I roll it around his shaft, licking the tip, then take him into my mouth.
I suck and lick faster and faster, completely crazed from the desire building up inside me while I look up into those scorching hot eyes, wondering if he always knew that I would cave one day.
God, this man is insufferable and so damn hot that he actually convinced me to get on my knees for my captor.
It’s insane, yet I can’t stop myself from taking him farther and farther into my mouth while his hand slowly snakes to the back of my head, clutching my hair as he groans. The sound gives me goose bumps.
“More,” he commands, pushing on the back of my head until I go even deeper, taking him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat, and I gag.
“Yes, that’s it. That’s what I want to hear, Tesoro. I want you willing, greedy, and wet,” he groans as he thrusts into my mouth.
I gleefully suck him off with my hands still pinned behind my back, licking him as best as I can while he goes to town. His back arches and his neck tilts back, another hampered groan leaving his mouth while his dick hardens inside my throat.
Fuck, I’m throbbing, and my panties are soaked as he pulses inside me.
Suddenly, he pulls out, and I’m left with a wantonness I can’t explain. He was on the verge of coming, I swear, but he actually had the gall to pull back like he doesn’t want to give me the pleasure of satisfying him just yet, and it’s driving me insane.
He sits down on the bed again. “Come here.”
I slowly get up from the floor and slide onto his lap. He cups my ass and pulls me closer to him.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” I ask.
The devious smirk on his face makes it hard to look away as he slides my hair aside and lets his fingers trail down my arms, sending tingles down my spine as he scatters kisses all over my neck.
“Why? Is that what you want, Tesoro?” he whispers.
“Yes,” I whisper back, enamored by the way he’s touching me right now.
His hand moves from my arm to my clavicles, down to my chest, and across my nipples, which harden under my dress.
But he still keeps moving lower and lower while looking me dead in the eyes.
He doesn’t stop until he reaches the edge of my dress, which rests atop my thighs, and curls his fingers underneath to push the fabric up inch by agonizing inch.
“Will that give you a panic attack?” he whispers.
I shake my head as his hand slowly dips underneath my dress, pushing it up all the way until my panties are exposed and his fingers hook underneath them. “No.”
His fingers slip between my crevice, and I gasp when his fingers begin to play with me right through the fabric.
Oh fuck, he’s actually touching me there.
“If it does, you say the word ‘red’ immediately, and I stop. Do you understand?” he murmurs, and he sucks on my earlobe as his fingers splay across my pussy and circle it, making me feel heady.
“I won’t,” I reply, but his fingers suddenly stop moving.
“Stella …” he warns, his finger still hot against my panties. “Do you understand or not?”
I roll my eyes. “Fine, I will.”
Slowly, he begins to circle my clit, and the fact that there’s still fabric between his fingers and my pussy drives me crazy.
“Tell me you still want this,” he groans, kissing my neck.
“I want it,” I huff as the pleasure begins to build.
I wanted him to fuck me. I just didn’t think he’d do it with his fingers instead of his cock, though his fingerwork is exquisite.
“Is this how you like it?” he asks.
He moves around and around until it becomes hard for me to even think about anything other than his delicious fingers right there between my legs.
“Answer me, Tesoro.”
“Yes,” I say.
He swipes my pussy again until I’m wet as can be while I whimper in his lap. I’m actually whimpering on a man’s lap.
Fuck. How is he doing this to me?
“I don’t want you to ask for my cock. I want you to beg.”
“Please …” I whimper. “Take me. Make me yours.”
RIP!
He tears my panties off at the seam, ripping the fabric to shreds, and a gentle squeal leaves my lips, but then his mouth covers mine, sucking up the noises I make while his finger circles my opening.
“I want to give you what you want, Tesoro, but I am a man of my word, and when I tell you to listen to me, you listen.”
Suddenly, he thrusts inside, fucking me with one finger first, then two, coaxing out more moans, and it feels so fucking good.
“Stella, can you still handle it?” he asks, pausing for a moment.
“Yes,” I mewl, wishing he would continue.
“You disobeyed me in the cemetery.”
His fingers thrust into me once more.
“You’re a very naughty girl. Aren’t you?”
“Yes!” My wetness builds even more as he circles around my clit with the pad of his thumb.
“Say it then,” he says. “Say you’re my naughty girl, Tesoro.”
He circles my pussy before thrusting inside with two fingers again, curling upward until my body begins to quake in his lap.
I bite my bottom lip. “I’m your naughty girl.”
His length twitches against my thigh, and I moan out loud when he rolls his fingers around inside me.
“Naughty girls don’t get cock as a reward. They get punishment, and I demand your orgasm as payment.”
He alternates finger thrusts with slow circles around my clit until I’m dizzy from yearning for more.
“Because you should’ve run when I told you to,” he says, making me delirious with need. “And it nearly got you killed.”
He pauses for a moment, and I wish he hadn’t.
“I don’t take it well when the people I care about are in danger.”
His hand rests on my skin, and I can feel his eyes burning into my breasts while my heart nearly springs out of my chest. Another thrust from his fingers pulls me out of my thoughts, and I moan out loud.
“But you saved me, which means a part of you also cares about me,” he says, still circling my sensitive spot. “But you just couldn’t admit it.”
He expertly flicks my clit, and a moan spills from my mouth.
“And if there’s one thing I don’t like,” he says, “it’s liars who say they only want me so they can plan an escape. So are you a liar, Tesoro?”
The heat deepens while his fingers plunge inside me, curling up to touch my G-spot until my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.
“No, it’s not a lie, I swear.”
I can practically hear him smirk.
“So I’m asking you again,” he says, still fondling me. “Do you want me?”
I suck in a deep breath. “No, I need you.”
He coaxes out another moan with his fingers alone. “Good girl.”
He circles my G-spot until I can barely hold it anymore.
“Mmm … so wet for me.”
God, this man’s fingers are a gift straight out of heaven. How is he even doing this?
“Whose naughty girl are you?” he growls.
“Yours,” I mewl.
He plays with my G-spot while circling my clit as well, and the combined sensations are pushing me over the edge.
“Then come for me like the naughty girl you are and let me feel you fall apart for me.”
A moan leaves my mouth as my pussy begins to throb harder than ever before, and my mind has completely gone over the edge with no return. The orgasm is unreal, so heavy it makes my entire body twitch.
I can’t think of anything else right now than to let this man fuck me blindly into the next dimension. Fuck. He’s really made me his.
Matteo
Finally, she’s ready for me.
As her orgasm subsides, I pull my fingers out of her wet pussy and savor the taste by licking them as she watches. “Your orgasm tastes divine, Tesoro. I will have to feast on you soon.” Her pupils dilate from the promise of more pleasure, and I smirk. “Patience is a virtue.”
“I can’t wait any longer,” she hums.
She’ll have to endure a little longer. “Let me look at you,” I say, as I grab her face and caress her so gently she nearly melts into the palm of my hand. “So beautiful …”
This woman has riled me up like nothing ever has, and I have wanted nothing more than to fuck her until she finally forgot all about her anger toward me, and I am done holding back.
My fingers curl under her dress, and I slowly roll it up over her head until her perfect tits spill out and her naked body presses up against mine while I throw it to the floor.
She shudders in place, as if she’s confused by my adoration, but I am done hiding my growing obsession. I grab her breast and cover her nipple with my lips, sucking until it hardens in my mouth, and fuck me, there is nothing quite like the taste of her perfect tits.
She hovers over my dick, but I hold her back for just a few seconds more, so I can savor this moment before the after.
“I thought you wanted to fuck me?” she murmurs.
I lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, while my hand cups the small of her back.
It’s not her pussy I want, it’s her goddamn heart.
“I want you,” I reply. “All of you.”
Her lips part, allowing me access, and I lick the roof of her mouth, dying of a thirst I never felt before.
I want to own this woman, make her beg for more day in and day out, and scream her name off the rooftops, but I want my wife to want me just as badly, and it’s slowly been chipping away at my sanity.
“Please … Matteo,” she begs, kissing me just as feverishly. “I need to feel you inside me.”
Fuck. Hearing her say my name like that makes my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.
I grasp her face and smash my lips onto hers, groaning as I force the seam of her lips apart and lick the roof of her mouth. I’m so goddamn hungry for this woman, and she’s been taunting me ever since she came into my house.
Enough.
With my lips still firmly on hers, I wrap my arm around her and throw her onto the bed with me on top.
She squeals with delight, but I silence her with more rabid kisses and hungry nips at her lips.
My hand slides down her body, getting used to the feel of her beneath me, my fingertips grazing past her nipples, which peak under my command.
She’s so goddamn beautiful I can’t take my eyes off her, and I want nothing more than for her to say my name over and over again while I fuck her pussy raw and remind her who she belongs to.
“Are you ready?” I whisper, kissing the top of her lip.
“Let me feel you,” she groans. “Please.”
I thrust in deep, and her lips form an O-shape as her head tilts back with pleasure. She gasps as I bury myself deeply within her and let her adjust to my size. I reach down toward her thigh, grab one leg, and push it up so she’s forced to open up even more for me.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
I thrust in again. “Say my name.”
“Matteo,” she repeats, and I pound into her as a reward.
“Who do you belong to?”
“Matteo De Silva!”
“All mine,” I growl as I kiss her lips and bury myself deeply within her pussy.