Matteo

Chapter 29 Matteo

MATTEO

She gasps, but I silence her protests to my filth with more dirty kisses, dragging a trail all the way from her lips to her neck and ear, suckling on her earlobe until she practically melts in my arms.

“Now tell me, Tesoro … do you still want to stay?” I whisper.

She nods. “Yes.”

I grin against her skin. “Good girl. That’s what I wanted to hear.”

I grip her by her ass and lift her over my shoulder, and she squeals with delight as I carry her and put her down on the stairs a few steps up. Not one second passes before I rip away her pants and tear them all down, even her panties, and she giggles in the most delectably dirty manner.

“It’s been too long since I last had you,” I say, as my fingers slide up underneath her top so I can touch her. “And I told you I wanted to have a taste of you next.”

“But we’re not even in your room ye—”

My tongue slipping down her crevice drowns out her protest, and her head immediately tilts back onto the steps as I apply the pressure to her most sensitive spot. I grin against her body as my fingers splay around her nipple and I squeeze her breast while licking her out.

“You’re mine now, and I intend to enjoy every last inch of this body,” I murmur against her pussy.

She tastes divine, and I’m so fucking hungry for more that I greedily suck and nibble at her while she gets wetter and wetter. Groaning against her pussy lips, I grasp her nipple and gently twist it until she moans out loud.

“Fuck …”

“Oh, I’ll fuck you after this. Don’t you worry,” I say, grinning when she chuckles.

“You’re so damn arrogant,” she says.

“I know what I’m doing when it comes to you,” I reply, twisting her other nipple too.

“Yes, you do,” she murmurs, her fingers curling through my hair to push me deeper into her pussy.

I gleefully lap her up like there’s no more tomorrow, as if this were my last day on this earth and I got to spend all the time with her. And fuck, if I could, I’d spend every second making love to her.

I kiss her mound and swivel my tongue all over, then thrust it into her pussy to watch her writhe on the stairs. She’s dripping with wetness, and her taste gets me as hard as fuck, but I refuse to stop. Not until she’s come all over my tongue.

“Matteo …” she moans, gripping my hair tight as I begin to alternate nipple twists to add to the pleasure.

“Let me spoil you, Tesoro,” I reply, curling my tongue around her clit until it’s throbbing in my mouth. “After everything I put you through, you deserve nothing more than being left an absolute wreck after I’ve fucked you senseless and made you come again.”

I swirl my tongue around.

“And again.”

Another swirl.

“And again.”

Her breathing becomes wilder and wilder, and I grin against her skin as I peer up into her eyes filled with arousal, proud that I’m the one she chose to allow into her heart, and I don’t intend to take that for granted.

“Look at me,” I tell her. “Look how much I adore you.”

I circle her pussy and drive my tongue inside.

“Fuck, Matteo, that feels so good,” she moans.

“I love when you say my name while I’m pleasing you,” I muse. “I could get used to hearing you say it like that. Say it again.”

“Matteo … more,” she begs.

“Good girl, that’s it. Give in to me.”

I bring my hand down to her pussy and flick her clit while licking her, and it seems to get her to even bigger heights than before.

“Come all over my tongue,” I command.

“What?” She nearly sits up straight, but I place a flat hand on her belly and push her down to keep her in place. “But what if someone comes back?”

“No one enters my house. Not until I say so. We’re all alone … just you … me … and all of the moaning you will do in God’s name.”

“F-fuck,” she murmurs, biting her lip.

I thrust my tongue inside and watch the O-shape appear on her face. “That’s it, let me taste your cum.”

Her whole body begins to shiver, and as I apply the last few licks and tongue twists, she moans out loud, and wetness pours out along with her delicious orgasm.

Fuck. Just what I needed, and the perfect prize after finally destroying my sworn enemy and bringing my wife back exactly where she belongs—home.

Stella

God, that has to be one of the most amazing orgasms I’ve ever had in my entire life.

My breathing is still ragged as heck when he lifts me in his arms and carries me toward the small table.

He sets me down while I fumble with his jacket, desperate to rid him of his clothes.

I tear open the buttons of his shirt and force the fabric apart to reveal that deliciously ripped and tatted body of his.

He zips down his own pants, and the second he pulls that big cock from his underwear again, my eyes immediately home in on it like I’ve turned into a lust-driven demon.

I swear to God, it’s his fault for driving me mad.

My hand instinctively curls around it, and he smirks as I bring it closer to me, desperate for him.

“Hmm … I like it when you touch me,” he groans.

I palm him, deeper, harder, stroking at his length until it bobs up and down in my hands.

“Fuck me,” I murmur, as the tip hovers closer.

He closes the gap between us, pressing against my thighs as he pushes my knees apart, but instead of entering me, he slides his dick up my slit, spreading the wetness all over.

“How hungry are you?” he asks.

“I want you,” I whimper.

His fingers dip down and slide up and down my pussy, creating more intense pleasure rippling through my entire body.

“How much?” he murmurs, rubbing my clit with his fingers until I’m all hot and bothered again.

“God, so much,” I mewl as he pushes two fingers inside me.

Biting his lip, he rolls them around and plays with me, while I struggle to even stay upright on this small table.

While circling my pussy, he leans in to press seductive kisses all over my neck, and it makes me whimper with need.

When his lips finally find mine, our kisses are uncontrollable, greedy, beyond this world, all while he keeps coaxing out more moans with those delicious fingers of his.

“I want you to come for me. Can you do that, Tesoro?” he murmurs between kisses.

“Fuck, yes,” I moan, as he circles faster and faster, rolling the pad of his thumb over my most sensitive spot while two other fingers thrust inside until he finally finds my G-spot again, and I combust into a whirlwind of madness.

The explosion is too much, and I moan out loud and slump against his body, fingernails scratching at his shirt.

He hums a chuckle, almost as if he’s proud of himself, before pecking my jaw, leaving a trail of kisses everywhere he goes.

“I’m not finished yet,” he says.

“Oh fuck,” I murmur.

He whisks me off the table again and sets me down on the floor. “Can you stand?”

“Barely,” I reply.

Entwining my fingers with his, he shoves my hands upward as he pushes us both against the wall and runs the tips of his fingers all the way down my arms, leaving goose bumps and tingles as he grabs my hips and drags them closer to him.

“You’d better hold on to the wall tight because I’m about to fuck your soul out of your body,” he whispers into my ear, before thrusting in so deep my jaw drops and the most ungodly moan leaves my lips.

He’s so huge I can barely take him, but I love how full it is when he buries himself deep like that.

“Are you mine?” he asks.

“Yes,” I moan as he adds another thrust.

He slides my hair aside and whispers into my ear, “Say it.”

Thrust.

“Say who you belong to, Tesoro.”

Thrust.

“You.”

Thrust.

He grips my thighs and squeezes hard. “Who does this perfect body belong to?”

“I belong to you, Matteo,” I whimper.

He thrusts so deep I see the stars ignite in the painting adorning the walls in front of me, and he grips my hair and tilts my head back to make me look at him. “Tu sei mia. You’re all mine.”

The same words in Italian sound so sexy coming from him, and I want nothing more than for him to fuck me into the next world. That’s how good it feels.

He drives inside until my knees are trembling and his dick begins to throb. My hips instinctively grind against his as he gets closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Stella!” he groans into my ear.

His shaft pulsates, and his cum jets out into me with a few more thrusts, but he swiftly pulls out and spins me on my heels.

“Get on your knees, Tesoro,” he commands, and I greedily oblige, sinking to the floor so I can grab his half-hard cock still dripping with cum and wrap my lips around his dick.

“That’s it. You know exactly what I want,” he groans, planting his hand against the wall behind me. “Suck me off with those beautiful lips of yours, Tesoro.”

Fuck, I love it when he talks dirty to me like that.

I roll my tongue around his shaft and lick off his cum, swiping it around his length so I can use it as lube while I jerk him off.

“Look at me,” he says, and my eyes immediately shoot up to his, his voice as overpowering as the look he’s giving me.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

I nod. “I don’t need it. Keep going.”

He smirks, and fuck me, the way he’s bobbing up and down in my mouth makes me so goddamn wet again I can feel it dripping down my legs.

“You like this, don’t you?” He cups my face. “You like it when I tell you exactly how I want to have you.”

“Yes,” I mumble between sucking him off.

“Take me deeper,” he says.

I push myself to let him slide past my tongue, coughing when he hits my uvula.

“I know you can do it, Tesoro,” he says, biting his bottom lip. “I know you want to feel me throb in your throat.”

Fuck.

I swallow him down even further until he hits the back of my throat, and I can barely breathe. Tears of pure lust spring into my eyes because it makes me so damn horny to know he’s turned on as much as I am by this filth.

He moans out loud and pulls out only to thrust right back into my mouth again, completely overtaken by his arousal. “Fuck, Stella, you make me want to come again.”

Now I’m only more encouraged to keep going, sucking him off as hard as I can while I take him deeper with every stroke, ignoring my own need for oxygen so I can watch him fall apart on my tongue.

He grabs my face and drags himself out, letting me breathe for just one second, before impaling me again while our eyes are still connected.

“Fuck, you want it, don’t you? You want me to come all the way down your throat.”

I whimper in place and nod, my pussy throbbing with delight as he has his way with me.

What can I say? I’m a sucker for a man like him who takes what he wants … but with respect.

“Open that pretty mouth then and take it all,” he says.

And as I part my lips as far as possible, he buries himself to the hilt inside my mouth. His body tenses, muscles quaking as he releases an animalistic moan, as his cum jets against the back of my throat.

And fuck me, it’s so hot, I swallow all of it, until every last drop is gone and he’s completely spent.

He drags his cock out of my mouth and bends over to smash his lips onto mine, kissing me so deeply—with tongue—that my heart begins to swell. He doesn’t even care that he’s lapping up his own cum from my lips, as long as he can kiss me.

“You are … perfection,” he murmurs, grazing my lips as he drags me up from the floor. “Come, Tesoro.”

“Is that a question?”

Suddenly, he lifts me off the floor and throws me over his shoulder. “I wasn’t asking.”

“Where are we going?”

He slaps my ass and makes me squeal as he carries me into his kitchen. “You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”

My eyes lower toward his dick, which is still half hard and dripping.

Holy shit, he’s still hard after all that?

He sets me down on the dining table, the same one where I tried poisoning him. With one fell swoop, he brushes aside all cutlery, plates, and glasses, without giving a shit if anything breaks. Then he smashes his lips onto mine, completely drowning me in his love.

We slowly lower onto the table, and he releases me, only to tower over me and spread my legs wide as he positions himself between them.

“Do you see the wealth around you, Tesoro?”

I nod.

“I enjoy wandering these halls and adoring the beauty of what I own.”

He brings his cock down to my slit and slides it up and down my wetness until he’s fully hard again.

My God, this man can just keep on going if he wants something desperately, and I’m both impressed and scared for my life, because if this is what I’m in for …

it’s going to be one hell of a ride to keep up with him and his libido.

“I want to look at you when I fuck you, Tesoro. Because I like admiring the things I own. And I will make your moans ring through these halls every day from now on.”

Fuck.

My cheeks turn red hot as he pushes the tip inside.

“Are you mine, Tesoro?” he asks.

“Yes. A million times, yes.”

The devilish smirk on his face is so goddamn hot it still makes me want to fan myself, and when he thrusts into me again, my back arches. I’m immediately smothered in delicious kisses that threaten to take my breath away, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Ti amo,” he whispers between kisses, then thrusts in again.

He loves me.

“Ti amo,” he whispers again, right at the second thrust, and with every added thrust, he repeats himself over and over again.

My mind is reeling because it’s being bombarded with both love and the undying need to come again as he curves up against my G-spot, sending delicious shocks through my body.

“Fuck, yes, I love you too, Matteo,” I whimper, my pussy throbbing with need.

He buries himself inside, pressing against my most sensitive spot, and I’m nearly ready to lose it again just from the way he’s fucking me right now.

“Then promise me forever,” he says, pausing deep inside me.

I blink a couple of times. “But we’re already married.”

“Against your wishes. It wasn’t the real thing.” He plants a few delicate kisses near my collarbone and then on top of my chest, right where my heart sits. “I didn’t have this heart …”

“You have me, heart and soul,” I reply.

His cock still throbs deep inside, both of us on the verge of coming again.

“Then marry me.”

I stare at him for a few seconds.

“For real this time. No one else’s wedding. No one else’s ring. No one else’s wife.” With each word, he adds another kiss. “I want all of you for myself.”

I grin. “Greedy.”

“I am greedy. I warned you,” he says, grinning back.

“My answer is still yes.”

“Good. Because I intend to adorn and display what I own proudly, wife.”

He grabs the ring that’s secured around my neck and uses it as a leash to drag me up to his lips to kiss me, only to thrust in so deeply that my eyes open wide mid-kiss. I fall apart right there and then, a throbbing mess of an orgasm, while I slowly dissolve into a puddle in his arms.

Exactly where I was always meant to be.