Chapter Seventeen
Valentina
F irenze is alive with energy when I emerge from the VIP room. The scent of sweat and sugary drinks hangs in the air. The floor is sticky beneath my feet, my heels almost coming off with every step. Vibrant strobe lights cut through the darkness, illuminating bodies and faces caught in movement.
I stumble out in a complete daze, unsure what to do or where to go, but somehow the chaos and sensory overload of the club help to settle me.
Unsteady legs take me away from the VIP area and its familiar faces, and down to the main dancefloor. I don’t have it in me to look into Aurora’s eyes and pretend right now. I navigate through the mass of people towards the bar.
“Vodka soda, please,” I call, motioning to one of the bartenders whose name I can’t remember. Even though the bar is completely overwhelmed, he recognizes me and prioritizes making my drink.
I don’t let him place it in front of me — I snatch it right out of his hand and down it.
His brows lift skyward. “That kind of night, huh?”
“Another,” I answer, settling onto an open barstool.
“Coming right up.”
The drink fortifies me, putting some much needed color back in my cheeks.
Unease slithered like thick venom into my veins the second I walked into the VIP room and saw three Leones staring back at me, knowing that either Rocco or Augusto is responsible for Adriana’s murder.
Nausea swirls with dread thinking of what must have happened to her. What might have happened to me if Matteo hadn’t been there to intervene.
Being in that room had felt like experiencing what some of her final moments might have been like.
As layered as my feelings about what happened to Adriana are, none are more complicated or confusing than those I have for Matteo, now knowing he’s the Phantom.
When I’ve allowed myself to think of him over the past year and half, it’s been to see him as the very embodiment of every what if and what could have been . Of the life I might have lived if things had gone differently that night.
The more I tried not to think about him, the more he solidified a place for himself in the dark recesses of my mind where I couldn’t get him out, no matter how hard I tried. For someone who I couldn’t want, who I was actively trying not to think about, he’d been taking up an aggressive amount of space in my mind for far longer than I was willing to admit.
“Is it wrong of me to say I find your obvious anger very attractive?”
A man stands behind the open barstool next to me, his face split in a charming grin. He’s attractive in a recently-reached- manhood-and-excited-about-it kind of way. Not my style, but I’m looking to clear my head and a distraction won’t hurt. Plus, I told myself I’d hook up with the first man I saw and it’s about time I deliver on that promise.
“Not as long as you know it might be aimed at you next.”
“I’ll take my chances,” he replies easily. His grin turns suggestive. “Or, even better, I can help you work through it. You know physical exercise helps release endorphins, right?”
Smooth.
“What kind of exercise are you suggesting?” I ask, closing my mouth around the straw of my drink.
His gaze drops to my lips and he clears his throat loudly. “Happy to tell you all about it. Then maybe you can come back to my place and I can demonstrate.” Pointing at the barstool next to me, he asks, “Is this seat taken?”
“No,” I reply at the same time as goosebumps erupt at the back of my neck and Matteo’s sinister voice snaps, “ Yes .”
He stands so close that his chest brushes against my back everytime he breathes. A fire ignites low in my gut, rising to a simmering boil when one palm comes down on the bar and the other grabs the edge of my stool as he curls his large body territorially around mine. A glance at his face reveals a storm gathering in his eyes.
Stiffening, I throw Matteo a glare and turn back towards my new friend. “No, it’s available, uh…?”
“Brian,” he supplies helpfully, reaching for the barstool.
I don’t think Brian realizes who he’s dealing with. He probably thinks Matteo is just another guy trying to poach his catch for the night, not someone who’ll eat him for breakfast and use the bones of his spine to pick the leftovers out of his teeth.
I smile. “ Brian .”
A furious glare sweeps my way. It pales in comparison to the black look Matteo then turns on Brian, one full of such outright hostility that it’s palpable in the air.
The brutal sound of metal hitting metal splits the air, drawing mine and Brian’s gazes down.
Pinned to the center of the barstool beneath Matteo’s massive palm is an even bigger glock.
It’s turned so the barrel is aimed at Brian’s groin.
Matteo doesn’t say anything; he lets his pistol do the talking. It’s an effective technique.
“Looks like the seat’s taken after all,” Brian squeaks, the color leaching from his face. He turns on his heels and runs away. I watch him hightail it out of Firenze , but Matteo doesn’t.
His livid gaze pivots back to me. There’s something dark and primal in his eyes, a potent something that sends a violent shudder through my body, warning me to toe the line.
Unfortunately, I’ve never been someone to heed a warning, even a very obvious one.
I wouldn’t be here if I was.
“What the hell is your problem?”
Matteo’s nostrils flare in bad temper. “Why don’t you take a wild fucking guess?”
“Why don’t you explain it to me?” I snap back.
A dangerous growl shreds his throat. He grips the back of my neck roughly and tugs my head back, sneering into my ear, “Why the fuck were you flirting with that asshole?”
The fucking audacity. “Maybe because I wanted him to touch me?” I taunt. “Maybe I needed him to, so I could forget the way I was just groped.”
His face goes slack with rage. “And Brian’s touch is the one you wanted?”
“You let your brother touch me, Matteo.” I shake loose of his hold and turn away from him. “You didn’t stop him.”
“I was trying to protect you from him!” he snarls, yanking me off the barstool and into his chest like I weigh nothing. “You think I wanted him to touch you? You think it didn’t absolutely fucking gut me to see the look on your face when he put his hands on you?”
I laugh but it’s empty, the sound hollow. “You told Rocco I was nothing.” Frustration carves deep lines into Matteo’s face. “I’m a person, huevón. You don’t get to treat me like I’m disposable, even if that’s exactly what I am to you.”
Matteo’s gaze holds mine captive. His eyes stroke over my face but remain impossible to read. Finally, he straightens until he’s towering over me.
“That’s what you think you are to me? Disposable?”
“Yes.”
His hand scrubs over his mouth before his jaw settles squarely. He nods sharply, like he’s made a decision I’m not yet privy to, and flicks a volatile look down at me. “I spent ten minutes watching my brother touch you, thinking there was no way I could ever again reach the levels of anger I experienced in that moment. Then I got out of there, found you flirting with someone else, talking about going home with him, and discovered that I’ve only begun to scratch the surface of just how mad you can make me, Valentina.” His voice is sinister in its emotion, sending an apprehensive shiver scorching through me. “You can’t blame me for anything I’m about to do to you, cara mia , you pushed me to this place.”
With that, he grabs my arm and jerks me across the club.
“Mat—” I push against his grip and try to free myself, but he starts dragging me after him. “Matteo, stop! What do you think you’re doing?”
“Shut up,” he grits out, pulling me through the crowd. “You’re coming with me.”
The spaces between the ticking of my heart grow shallow when I recognize the intent in his voice.
“I-I don’t want to.”
Matteo stops abruptly in the middle of the dancefloor. He turns towards me, his face highlighted by colorful strobe lights. The music pounds around us, the crowd jumping along to the song, but it’s as if it’s just the two of us.
“I don’t believe that for a fucking second.”
“That’s not—”
My words abruptly cut off when his hand wraps around my throat. He lowers his face until his lips brush against mine.
“You want me as much as I want you. Don’t make me feel for your dripping cunt right here to prove that I’m right.”
My mouth thins down to an angry line. His triumphant grin makes me take a swing back at him.
“All that would prove is that Brian knew exactly what to say to make me wet, Phantom.”
The kick I get out of wiping the smile off his face disappears the moment he yanks me against his hard body by my throat. Desire coils tightly in my belly when I feel his angry heart thumping against my chest.
“Keep talking while you can. I’ve got plans for this smart mouth and they involve fucking it raw.”
I scoff even though my pussy clenches at his filthy words. “I’m surprised you didn’t say ‘until you can’t speak anymore’.”
Matteo runs his thumb softly over my lower lip, the gentle touch in complete opposition to the aggression crashing off of him in waves.
“I have no interest in silencing you. Quite the opposite actually.” His lips brush softly against the side of my face. “I want to make you sing every single secret you’re keeping from me.”
The beat of the music is almost as loud as the thrashing of my heart. My blood is like a high tide crashing against jagged coastal rocks, every wave swelling and breaking inside me before another surges powerfully forward.
When he tries to yank me after him once more, I tug against his hold, anchoring my feet into the floor. He turns around with flashing eyes, ready to argue.
“You told your brother you’d share me, Matteo,” I hiss. “l am not yours and I’m also not a toy you can pass around to your buddies. I—”
His lips slant over mine, swallowing any further protests. A tortured groan rolls up his throat and into my mouth. There’s angry, uncontrolled lust and possessiveness in his kiss, like he can’t stop himself, like he doesn’t want to.
“I never fucking said that.” The furious words erupt from him, his face tight. “I just told you, the last thing I want is you anywhere near my brother, clothed and especially otherwise.” Matteo closes his eyes, his brow furrowing as if he’s looking for strength. “The thought alone makes me want to use his face for target practice,” he growls. “Now, ask me.”
“Ask you what?” I huff.
“Ask me if I’d share you with anyone else.”
I make a disgusted face. “I told you, I’m not—”
“ Ask . Me.”
“Fine,” I bite out. “Would you ever sh—”
“No. Fuck no.” The force of his reply stuns me. “Never. Do you know how many times I’ve lied awake over the last year and a half thinking about you with someone else? Wondering if that night, while I tossed and turned alone in my bed, you were in someone else’s arms? Opening your mouth for someone else’s tongue? Spreading your legs for someone else’s cock? Do you know how mad with jealousy I’ve driven myself thinking about it? Over and over and over again.” He clasps my face in his large hands and slams his mouth back down on mine. A soft moan slips past my lips at the ferocity with which he kisses me. “I’ve already shared you enough with whoever you’ve fucked since the night we met, I’m not about to let anyone else have you now that I finally have you back in my arms.”
Matteo doesn’t wait for a response. I’m too shell shocked to give him one anyway. He takes my hand and weaves us through the crowd, pulling me up the stairs after him until we’re back in the restricted area.
Aurora’s eyes bulge when she sees the death grip he has on my hand as he guides me after him, but she wisely chooses not to intervene.
I should put a stop to this, I know that, but it’s been weeks of sexual tension building to this moment and I’m as powerless to stop this eruption as I would be a volcano’s. One time for posterity and then I can forget about him.
Anticipation boils my blood as he unlocks his office. He pushes me in and follows me inside, slamming the door shut roughly behind him.
“No punching me this time,” he whispers thickly. The lock turns with an ominous click that sends a pang straight to my lower belly. “Not unless you want to be fucked so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
Matteo advances on me, raw masculinity and sexual aggression oozing from his every pore, closing the distance between us in the span of two clumsy heartbeats.
When he’s just a step away, I reach up and slap him.
His eyes close and he hisses sharply.
Slowly, he brings that deadly gaze back to me. His nostrils flare but his eyes flash with an excited look so black it could bend metal.
I yelp when he grabs me by the waist and lifts me into his arms. His hands clutch at the cheeks of my ass, using them to hold me tightly against his body as he walks around his desk. He shoves me down hard against the surface, keeping me pinned there with one hand on my stomach. My belly twists into a thousand knots as he comes to loom above me.
“Rough it is, cara ,” he rasps. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He bunches the lacy fabric over my pussy in his fist and I gasp. With a smirk, he rips it clean off me. My thong follows suit, ripped off with just as much aggression and just as little care as the cover up. Then his fingers are between my folds, feeling for my core, and a strangled groan leaves him.
“Wet.” His tone is smug, as victorious as the grin on his face.
“Brian,” I reply.
Fresh anger slashes across his face, mixing with the rampant arousal I see in his eyes. I’m pushing him and I know he’s going to make me pay for it.
I can’t wait.
Matteo opens his desk drawer and reaches for a square foil. He brings the condom wrapper to his mouth and rips it with sharp teeth, spitting out the corner carelessly.
“Like to keep those handy, do you?” I question, breathless with excitement.
“Bought them for you,” he grunts, reaching into his trousers and sheathing his cock. “Keep running your mouth and we’ll use the entire box before the night is done.” He shapes my waist with his hands, lines himself up at my entrance, and slams all the way home with one savage thrust.
I jerk off the surface with a loud cry, the sting of his sudden intrusion nearly too much to handle. It’s been almost three years since I slept with someone and my body isn’t prepared for such a rough treatment.
Matteo stills, the possessive fury in his face receding a fraction when he sees the pain on mine.
“ Cara —”
I don’t want soft right now. I don’t want kind words or gentle touches. I want the animal he promised me. I want him to make me forget every painful memory that lurks just beneath the surface and torments me every day.
“You said I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. Prove it.”
A hand leaves my hip and collars my throat. He grips me like I’m his possession, with strong fingers digging painfully into my skin, but his thumb brushes softly over my pulse point.
“I’ll fuck you sweet next time.”
With that hoarsely whispered promise, Matteo pins me back down against the desk, and pulls out just to thrust brutally back in. I choke out in surprise. He’s buried so deeply inside me, it feels like he’s rearranging my guts.
His stare remains pinned on my face, taking in the way I wince as he goes deep, taking in the way my lips part as his pelvis forces my legs completely open. With a muttered curse, he slides out and drives just as ruthlessly back in.
The thrusts start out slow, measured, focused on taking in my every reaction, then build quickly until they’re separated by less than a heartbeat, depraved and demented as he pummels inside me and finally releases a year and a half’s worth of yearning and sexual frustration.
“There won’t be a next time,” I gasp on a shattered breath.
“There shouldn’t be.” He frowns. Grits his teeth, like his control is about to break. “But there will.”
I’m bouncing like a ragdoll, my entire body aflame as his greedy hands grab my waist and roughly grip my covered breasts and collar my throat. They roam over every inch of me like an explorer discovering and claiming new land, his touch merciless.
I reach up, raking my fingers down his chest and abs like a cat in heat. He curses again, louder this time, his thrusts turning unrelenting until the only sounds in the room are those of his hips slamming against me, and our blended, deranged moans.
“Mmm. Yes, yes , right there.”
“Clench down on me, cara . Let me feel that tight little pussy suck my cock greedily back inside you.”
The entire encounter is crazed. His hands grip my thighs with furious possessiveness, his cock spreads my walls, forcing my pussy to open up to him, his head is tipped back, the long column of his neck strained as he drives in and out of me. Every thrust pushes me further up the desk, every retreat of his hips includes him tugging me back down on him for an even deeper possession.
“Fuck… Fuck . Yes. Just like that. Again, cara . Squeeze me again.”
My thighs shake uncontrollably. My eyes roll back into my head. My mouth parts and unintelligible noises slip past my lips. My skin feels like it’s on fire, every part of my body following his command like orchestra musicians bowing down to their conductor.
It’s the opposite of sweet. It’s everything I wanted. Brutal and careless and absolutely fucking intoxicating. He doesn’t kiss me, he doesn’t take care of me. He just leers down at me with a gaze full of primal lust and need. He fucks me with the kind of fixated, unwavering obsession that heats the blood in my veins.
I wonder if we would be this wild, this wonderfully untamed and uncensored if we’d simply slept with each other the night we met and gone our separate ways the following day. Would we have forgotten about each other by now?
“Harder,” I moan, even though he just thrust so sharply inside me he made my teeth rattle.
“If I fuck you any harder, I’ll break you.”
“Do it.”
“Dirty girl,” he purrs. “You want me to break this pussy?” I nod frantically and he chuckles darkly. Then he slides out of me and takes a step back. “Get down on the ground and spread your ass open for me.”
I feel the loss of him. Matteo might as well have ripped the ground out from under the Earth for how dizzying his abrupt withdrawal is. I’m struck dumb and unable to form words in the immediate aftermath, especially when I see him standing there. Even beneath the condom, it’s the first real glance I have at his cock and it makes me swallow. He’s long—as long as he’d warned me—and thick. His head is bulbous and his entire length glistens with my juices in a way that makes me flush scarlet. I can’t believe I took all of him.
Then his words register and I glance back up at him.
“W-what?”
He smirks. “I like seeing you struck dumb by my cock.” His chin tips down at the floor. “On the ground with your ass spread, Valentina.”
“Why?” I flush an even deeper color of red when I think of what he could want. “You can’t… I’m not into—”
His hand fists my hair and he tugs me off the desk. Standing before him, he closes the gap between us and presses his wet cock against my lower stomach. In any other circumstance, I’d rail against a man for ordering me this way, but there’s something about Matteo that makes me want to submit.
“I’m not going to fuck your ass, Valentina. Not right now, although I will take it eventually. You shouldn’t have shaken it in my face if you didn’t want me obsessed with it. For now, open up and give me access to your pussy." He uses his grip on my hair to force me down to my knees in front of him. “On your stomach. Let me give you what you asked for.”
I crawl down to the floor until my entire body is flush against the ground.
“Open your legs wider,” Matteo demands.
With shaking fingers, I do as he says then reach back and spread my ass, exposing my most intimate place to him. He stands between my parted thighs and stares down at me, making snarling masculine sounds of approval that nearly make me come on the spot.
“So pretty.” And then he’s on me, his body laid entirely over mine, his heavy weight pressing me into the ground.
My heart thunders madly, my pulse nearly running away from me. The pressure of his body pushing mine sends me into a delirious kind of panic that hazes my mind over.
With one steady, selfish thrust, he buries himself back inside me. A heated groan rips from his throat, but it’s nothing compared to the one that screams out of mine.
This angle changes everything. He’s buried so impossibly deep inside me, I don’t think I’ll ever get him out. When he retreats, he brushes against a soft spot inside me that drives me wild.
“Oh god, Matteo .” He trembles when I moan his name. “Right there.”
Matteo grabs my hair with one hand and my throat with the other, and uses his holds to anchor his brutal thrusts inside me. “I’ve wanted inside you for a year and a half,” he whispers against my ear. “And you’re even better than I could have ever imagined.”
Pleasure unfurls inside me and tightens the muscles of my belly at his words.
“ Ah , ah .” My teeth chatter with every one of his relentless thrusts.
“Why didn’t you come meet me that night?” he demands. I clamp my lips together and shake my head. An angry rumble rolls up his chest. “You just fucking disappeared. I won’t let you do that again.”
“I’m not going anywhere, but that has nothing to do with you.”
Matteo’s hand squeezes around my neck. “Then why?”
I set my jaw and jut my chin out, refusing to answer again.
“Silence? Fine. Then listen to your tight cunt getting owned,” he snarls.
I realize he was taking it easy on me before, because he becomes unhinged now. One palm braces on the floor beside my head and the other clasps my hip, using it to jerk me back into his oncoming thrusts. He drags me back, hauling me like a limbless doll to meet every drive of his hips until I’m screaming his name.
The second my mouth opens to scream, he jams two fingers inside.
“Be a good little slut and suck my fingers, cara .”
A dangerous shiver rattles through my entire body at the derogatory term. I love it. I want more of it. More, more, more .
I close my lips around his digits and suck, even as his own mouth closes around every piece of flesh it can find. He bites my throat, my shoulder, my nape. He rakes his teeth down my spine and shreds the lacy fabric he finds there. He nips at my sides while shoving his fingers further down my throat until I’m gagging loudly.
“Good girl,” he praises, the dark smile obvious in his voice. My channel squeezes in response and he chuckles darkly, his voice arrogant in my ear. “I can’t tell which your pussy prefers, being called a good slut or a good girl.” His hot, needy breaths tease the skin along the side of my face, sending jolts of electricity through my body and making my muscles spasm. “ Fuuuuck . I can alternate between degradation and praise kinks, apparently you’ll get equally wet for both.”
He reaches between us and runs one digit from my pussy and up to my tightest hole. He rims the tight bundle of muscles gently but doesn’t give me a chance to react before he shoves his finger deep inside my ass.
I lurch off the ground with a screech but his body over mine keeps me from having anywhere to go, so I fall back down with a choked breath, unable to get accustomed to the intrusion in my backside. He doesn’t move his finger but it still burns like a hundred wasp stings.
“You’re so tight.” His smug, guttural words fill the air. “I can tell you've never had a cock back here. But you can come with a finger deep in your ass, can’t you, cara ?”
“Take it out!”
Slowly, he pulls the finger out, only to drive it immediately back in. I jolt forward at the stinging pain. My body jerks as he keeps jamming his finger roughly in and out of me.
“No. You’ll take this and like it.”
The pain fades faster than expected, leaving behind it a surprisingly delicious burn that lights me up from the inside. Being stretched around his cock and his finger is too much.
“I don’t like it.”
His hand finds my throat once more. “Then why is your pussy fluttering greedily around my cock? Why hasn’t it stopped squeezing me since I shoved my finger up your ass?”
Oh, god. He’s right. The spasms in my pussy are completely out of my control and a direct reaction to the double penetration happening inside me.
Matteo twists his finger, eliciting a surprised and unplanned gasp from my lips. “You’re so fucking needy.” His fingers tighten around my neck and he brings his face down next to mine, his muttered words dark with anticipation, “I’m going to work you up until you can take my entire cock back here, cara . One day you’ll have ten inches buried deep inside your ass. I bet you’ll fucking love it.”
I shudder. I didn’t think Matteo would be this… dirty . Everything about him screams that he’s good in bed. It’s in the way he struts instead of walking, the way he carries himself, the way his gaze stares as if he can see right through my clothes to my naked body, but I thought he’d be more of a sensual lover. Not this demanding, definitely not this deviant.
Matteo fists my hair and pulls it to the side, lapping at the soft skin of my nape. His teeth rake down my shoulder and the combination of his mouth, his finger, and his cock pounding inside me have my stomach twisting in agonizing knots of pleasure. I’m wound so tightly, I’m like a metal coil ready to spring at any moment.
“You’re dripping wet, cara ,” he mutters in my ear, tugging at my hair to arch me off the floor. “I think you’re just about ready to break, aren’t you?”
He curls his finger inside me and brushes against a sensitive spot that makes me see stars. I’m panting wildly, moaning louder than I ever have, and when he brutally bites my earlobe, I come with an explosive orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure crash through me as I writhe on the ground, desperately searching for any contact with my clit.
Matteo curses loudly when my pussy clamps down on his cock. I wince when he pulls his finger out, then yelp when his hand comes immediately down to strike my ass.
“You feel so good,” he grunts, punctuating his words with deep thrusts in my spasming pussy. “So fucking good.”
I’m boneless on the floor and he keeps fucking me, his own orgasm apparently still out of reach.
“Can I let my ass go now?” I ask.
He chuckles deeply and wraps his hands around my waist. “Yes.” My palms find the ground on either side of my head. “You’re such a good girl for asking. So submissive for me, cara . I’ll reward you for it.”
I gasp when one hand snakes around my front and brushes against my aching clit. I’m so sensitive, even the barest of touches feels almost painful. The bundle of nerves is swollen, desperate to get involved in the maelstrom of pleasure storming through me.
He slams into me with uninterrupted stamina, his hips slapping loudly against my ass.
“Again, Valentina,” Matteo orders.
He pinches my clit between his thumb and forefinger and I come with a garbled scream, my hands clutching desperately at the rug as every muscle in my body tightens.
When I come down, Matteo is still powering inside me, his thrusts still relentless and showing no signs of slowing down.
Words are impossible, otherwise I’d ask him how he can still be going. He slaps my ass and pulls my hair and grunts dirty words in my ear until I’m right back on the edge.
“Keep coming, Valentina,” Matteo growls. “Give me another. I want you to keep squeezing my cock with that tight pussy of yours.”
He seems to be able to control my body simply with his words. White explodes behind my eyes and I come for a third time. The pleasure is tinged with pain now, my body exhausted, my clit and pussy completely overrun by his fingers and cock.
Matteo doesn’t show me any mercy. Tears stream down my face as I moan loudly, the wave of need rising once again inside me. He said I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. I thought he was being hyperbolic, I didn’t think he meant it seriously.
“One more, Valentina.”
“I-I can’t,” I cry out.
Sharp, punishing thrusts meet my denial and I moan.
“If you wanted me to take it easy on you, you shouldn’t have slapped me.” Thrust. “You shouldn’t have flirted with another man.” Thrust. “You shouldn’t have ever come back to Firenze .” Thrust . “You wanted it rough and you’re getting it rough, so come for me .”
Matteo pushes against the back of my knee, shoving one of my legs up to my waist so he can bottom deeper inside me. I’m stretched impossibly wide around him, wetness lewdly covering my thighs. I rock my hips back at him, taking him in even deeper, and start fluttering my walls around him to force his orgasm. His answering grunt is pained, his hands tightening savagely around me.
A ball of tension grows, pressure pressing along every inch of my body until it feels like I’m going to shatter into a million pieces. When he thrusts a finger back inside my ass, pinches my clit with his other hand, and slams in to the hilt, I fall apart. I thrash against the floor, taking every magnificent inch of him and clamping down as hard as I can.
He curses above me. His stomach works against my ass and he comes just as loudly as I do. He fucks me through his own orgasm, palms splayed on either side of my shoulders.
Finally, he falls, spent. His entire body covers mine, his harsh breaths fanning the top of my head. He strokes my hair casually, whispering gentle words of praise and reassurance as we lay quietly on the floor of his office. It’s almost more intimate than everything we just did, and it has a warm glow burning inside me.