Chapter 6 #2
His lips curl up into a snarl and I know I’ve said the right thing. “Are you going to be a good little kitty?”
I shake my head like I know I’m supposed to.
His answering mischievous smile is a prize I tuck away in the depths of my mind for later.
“You’re going to be a bad kitty?”
I nod.
“Do bad kitties really deserve to get fucked?”
I nod, earning me another little smile.
“Oh? And why is that?”
I sit up and bring myself to my hands and knees, crawling away from him toward the headboard. I toss a sultry look back over my shoulder and find his green eyes blazing. “Because bad kitties know just what you want.” I give my ass a little shake.
It has the desired effect. No sooner have I wagged my naked ass in his face than he has me roughly in his hands, pulling my back up to meet his chest with a fistful of my long hair, his stiff erection pressed against my body through his jeans.
“You know just how to get to me, you know that?” he growls right into my ear.
I nod, the action sending a thrill of pain through my scalp where he still holds my hair.
“Yeah, I guess you do, don’t you.”
He releases my hair and I fall back to my hands on the mattress.
For a second, I wonder if I ruined it all, if he’s going to get up and leave me there, naked and kneeling for him.
But he doesn’t.
I hear the familiar sound of his pants being discarded, but I don’t dare to look back. With my breath held, I wait patiently for him to touch me again.
Mateo’s fingers enter me without warning and I gasp in surprise.
“Tsk, tsk. Don’t pretend you’re a virgin, little kitty. We both know that’s not the case.”
“I…” I’m terrified to tell him the truth, but I feel like he should know. “It’s just been a while.”
“How long?”
“Since…well, since you.”
His fingers stop dead, still buried deep in my pussy. “You haven’t been with anyone since me?”
I shake my head, still not brave enough to look back and see what expression he wears as he speaks the words.
“Why?”
I shake my head again, letting it hang a bit lower. The real reason is too close to the truth—and the truth will only get me in trouble.
“I shouldn’t like that as much as I do.” His hand starts moving again, this time his pace and depth could only be described as punishing. I suppose it’s what I deserve. “But the thought of your pussy waiting for me…the thought of no other man ever being here…”
When his massive cock plunges inside me, straight to the hilt on the first thrust, I cry out. It’s pain, it’s pleasure, it’s relief. It’s a cry of celebration.
I collapse down to my elbows, opening my body further to the exquisite stretch of him. Mateo responds by grabbing my hips with both hands, pulling me closer, driving himself deeper.
“It’s been so long. Too long,” he laments, and although I can’t speak, I agree with a whimper. “Where have you been? You should have been with me.” Whatever emotion drives the words from his mouth also makes him drive his cock into me more swiftly. I clench down on him in response.
For a few long, enchanted moments, there are no words, just the sound of our bodies, our breathing merging together in passionate gasps.
I start climbing back up the hill toward climax—the rocking of our hips, the emotion of it all too much for me to hold on. I’m about to reach for his hand, demand his touch just where I need it, but he pulls out suddenly.
Before I can react, I’m flipped over to my back, looking up into the lustful eyes of my one and only. He kneels over me, mad with desire, his glistening cock pointing at me like a beacon.
“Mateo, I—”
“Don’t.” He cuts me off with one word, crashing down on me, claiming my mouth with his.
I’m still lost in the depths of his kiss when he enters me, gently at first, both hands cradling my face. It’s such a departure from the maniac taking me from behind just moments before, it takes me a full beat to relax into it.
Into being loved by him again, rather than just fucked.
This is far more terrifying. I can already feel myself sinking into him. It’s only a matter of time before I’m lost.
My legs grip his back as he rocks his hips, pressing his cock deep into my body and then pulling it out, slowly, tenderly.
When his mouth touches down on my breast, licking around my nipple, sucking the tight bud into his mouth, I come again, my body clenching down on his as I moan in pleasure.
“Fuck, kitty, you’re going to make me come. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I manage to get out through my blissful spasms. It’s my consent, my surrender, and a prayer, all wrapped into one tiny word.
Mateo thrusts hard into my tight pussy, my orgasm still milking him as he fills me. The contrast of pleasure and pain—the orgasm and the stretch, the love and the betrayal—leave me breathless.
He lets out a bellow as he finishes inside me. I don’t have the strength left to even consider the implications of what we’ve done—or where we’ll go from here.
All I can do is accept him, all of him, as his core clenches and he fills me. When he finally stills, he doesn’t pull out, but his eyes open and he pins me with that stare.
The one I used to know meant he would love me forever.
Now, I have no idea what it means.
We stay locked in the stare for too long. My legs ache and I’m nearly on the verge of tears again when he finally speaks.
“You trust me enough to let me fuck you like this when you haven’t let anyone else fuck you.”
It’s not a question, but I nod anyway.
“You trust me?” he asks.
I nod again.
“I love you, do you know that? I never stopped loving you.” His voice starts as a whisper, but gains strength as he finishes.
The tears that were threatening before well in my eyes. I nod again, holding his gaze.
“Do you love me?”
I squeeze my eyes closed as I nod, the tears carving hot rivers down my cheeks.
“Why, Cat?”
“Matty, I can’t—”
He pulls out suddenly and sits up, pulling me up by my shoulders and shaking me, holding me up to face him. “Yes, you can. You say you love me, that you trust me, so trust me now. Tell me why.”
I know it’s a lost cause. I’ve never been very good at denying this man, especially not in the face of his passionate determination. I put up one last half-hearted fight. “You have to promise not to freak out.”
His forehead creases and his hands relax, letting my shoulders free. I’ve surprised him with my demand. Possibly even scared him. He thought he was ready for my reasons, but now he’s hesitating.
“I promise,” he finally offers, and I have no choice but to believe him.