Chapter Thirty-Five
Valentina
A n expression I’ve never seen before changes Matteo’s entire face. His jaw slackens even as his eyes turn sharper, a hungry, carnal look slashing through his gaze.
I slink to him unhurriedly, every lift of my palms and knees languid and deliberate. Matteo’s hand closes around his length and he grips his cock as he watches me, his fist moving up and down in matching strokes.
Groaning, his teeth bite down into his lower lip to muffle the tortured sounds that slip past.
“Fuck,” he mutters, tipping his head back and slapping a hand over his eyes. “You can’t look at me like that when I’m trying not to come.”
It flies off his face when he feels my hands on his thighs. I don’t touch his cock yet; I reach out and flick the button of his trousers open, eliciting another visceral groan from him.
It’s my turn to smirk when I grab the waist of his trousers and pull them down. He releases his dick and lifts his hips to help, inadvertently bringing his groin closer to my face. His cock bobs between us and I can’t resist. My tongue darts out and flicks up his length, licking him from mid-shaft to tip as I tug his trousers down over his knees.
“ Valentina ,” he grunts.
He once said he feels like he reprimands me when he uses my full name, and his tone definitely holds a hint of reproach. A dominant, sexually frustrated scolding that’s akin to throwing a lit match on the gasoline already barreling through my veins. My pussy clenches almost violently, disappointed not to find his cock inside me.
I lean forward and close my mouth around his head, holding just the throbbing tip in my warm, wet mouth.
“Holy f—” he erupts, sucking in a short breath. His fist flies to his mouth and he digs his teeth into his knuckles.
Part of me is surprised he’s so affected. I’ve barely done anything yet. My reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by him.
“If you knew—” A strangled gasp rips erotically from Matteo’s throat when I lower slowly down his shaft, my tongue flat against the underside of him. “If you knew how much time—not minutes, not even hours, entire days —-I’ve spent thinking about you getting down on your knees for me, you’d understand there’s no hope of me lasting more than thirty seconds here. Make me come down your throat, cara mia .”
Liquid lust pools low in my belly until I feel it further slicken my thighs. I hollow my cheeks and suck him in deeper until my lips are pulled so tightly around his thick girth, I’m afraid they’re going to rip. I lick him as I hum to loosen my throat. My tongue drags across his skin until I’m tasting myself.
There’s something so incredibly dirty about that.
Something I can’t imagine ever doing with anybody else.
I suffocate that thought before it grows toxic and spreads.
“Taste yourself on me,” he orders in an erotic rasp. “There you go, that’s it.” He grunts loudly. “Next time, I’ll lick my cum out of your pussy so I can taste myself on you.”
I’m not sure if it’s possible to come solely from the combination of giving a man a blowjob and hearing that man say the most filthy things you’ve ever heard in response, but if it’s not, I might just be the first to ever do it.
My head bobs slowly up and down his length, getting myself used to the size of him.
“Easy,” Matteo gasps.
He curses loudly and groans harshly and whimpers softly. A mix of different sounds combined with even more captivating visuals—a throwing of his head back, a gripping of his hair in a desperate attempt to maintain control, a running of his palms over his face as he slowly starts to lose it.
This is a different kind of power that I’ve never felt, one that sizzles tantalizingly through my bloodstream.
And once something is in the blood, it’s infinitely more dangerous to your health.
“I hope you’re comfortable on your knees, Len,” he moans, “you’re going to be spending a lot of fucking time on them in the foreseeable future.”
I hum and my jaw loosens. Matteo’s cock slides further past my lips and shoves down until it feels like he’s halfway down my windpipe.
He hisses, cursing, “ Cazzo .”
I choke loudly. Saliva drools from my lips and hits the floor. It takes me a moment to get used to it, to the initial rush of fear at my sudden lack of breath, at feeling him so deeply inside my mouth after so long, but I do.
“You’re going to feel me in your throat for a week,” he grunts. “One day, I’ll fuck you hard enough that you’ll feel me there forever. That way you’ll never be able to forget about me.”
The sharpness of the emotional blow surprises me. It catches me off guard, abruptly cutting off access to any oxygen that might’ve been left in my lungs.
My nails rake up his abdomen, to his chest, and dig in. With my eyes stuck on him, I pull back without any hands until his dick is almost entirely out of my mouth. I hold, staring into his eyes, then lower back down his length as I angrily scrape my nails down the entire length of his torso to his waist.
The combination of pleasure and pain makes Matteo’s body react; he rips in a tormented inhale and jerks forwards. Both hands find my head and bury into my hair, wrapping it around his fists. He yanks sharply, tugging my face back in warning.
“You want to hurt me, cara ?” he demands, playful danger dancing through his words.
I want to make sure you’re never able to forget me either.
Matteo takes charge, suddenly in control. He shoves me back down and starts to fuck my face, truly fuck my face, driving rough strokes of his cock as far back into the depths of my throat as he can go.
This is the Mafia side of him. The darker, unforgiving side.
The one I want just as badly as the softer parts he seems to only show me. Villain and hero, both mine.
“You might be the only one with weapons sharp and true enough to actually cause me harm,” he admits, sounding frustrated by the confession. “Fatal harm.”
If he really meant his words, maybe our future would be different. What would I have to offer him anyway, other than lies? She can give him the key to his kingdom.
I cup his balls, rolling them gently through my fingers in a massage. That seems to only fuel him further, his pace getting even faster and more unrelenting.
I take it all. Relaxing my throat and opening my mouth as wide as possible, enjoying every second of making him lose all composure with my lips and tongue alone.
His ass lifts off the seat as he powers his hips forwards and backwards, getting himself progressively closer and closer to the edge until he flies over. He shoves all the way down my throat and stills.
I have time to flick my eyes to meet his before his hips jerk and he comes, painting the walls of my throat with his cum.
Matteo doesn’t linger. He pulls out as soon as he’s finished, trailing his knuckle up the column of my throat to my chin, using it to then physically close my mouth shut.
“Swallow for me, cara ,” he orders. I shake my face out of his hand and stare back at him with my chin tipped defiantly up. Then I swallow anyway. His eyes smolder. “Good girl.”