Chapter Forty-Nine
Valentina
M y thighs quake and my calves shake. If I wasn’t bent over the altar, my legs wouldn’t be able to hold up my weight.
Matteo’s hands are between the cheeks of my ass, playing with my hole where his cock penetrates me. He strokes me with loving caresses even as he forces the ultimate submission out of me.
As dirty and obscene as this is, as much as shame flames through me, another part of me wants to do this.
He’s my fiancé .
He’s mine.
And I want to give him everything just like he has.
“I’ve wanted to take this ass since you shook it in my face on your first day at Firenze . Twerking it and bouncing it inches from my cock like you weren’t in danger of getting fucked into unconsciousness on that stage.” His voice is impossibly low, warped by desire. “I’m going to own it now, cara .”
Matteo grabs my cheeks with greedy hands and uses them to tug me back, burying his cock a couple of inches inside in one targeted thrust.
“Matteo!” I scream, arching off the altar.
Pain radiates outward from my stretched ass, tensing every muscle in my body. The more I stiffen, the harder this is going to be, I know that, but the reaction is instinctive.
Matteo grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me towards him until my back bows. His other hand wraps around my throat.
“Fuck yes, call my name.” He slaps my ass. “ Louder ,” he snarls. “Let God know who you belong to.”
The look he gives me is one of pure animal arrogance. He looks every inch the alpha male right now—so damn attractive that I feel fresh arousal pool between my legs. My pussy clenches in response, as does my ass. I yelp when the trembling muscles tighten around Matteo’s cock, but I’m not the only one affected.
A shuddering groan pulls from his lips, followed by a snarl. He twists my head and crushes his lips to mine. His tongue shoves into my mouth, seeking and demanding, as desperate for me as he’s always been.
When he thrusts forward, I scream into his mouth. He swallows every single sound.
“Good girl,” he praises, the words always ready on his lips. “You’re such a good girl for keeping this tight, extremely fuckable ass to yourself until I came along, cara mia .” A deep rumble echoes low in his chest. “I’m going to be stretching you out every chance I get.”
The pain fans out through my body. His cock is massive and forcing its way somewhere it wasn’t designed to fit. And yet, right beneath the throbbing ache, there’s an undeniable line of pleasure twisting in my belly. It curls my toes and forces me to relent, welcoming him in an inch further.
I cry out. It’s suddenly too much.
A tear squeezes out past my lashes and trails off my face.
Matteo’s hand tightens around my throat. He licks the salty path back up my cheek.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” He tilts my face to the side and runs his nose up the expanse of my neck, taking in a deep inhale on a low growl. His teeth rake over my pulse point and drive me wild. “It’s not meant to be easy, Leni. I want to take it. I want to own you, to hurt you, to teach you a fucking lesson about who you belong to.” There’s a primal look in his eyes as he purrs those words of possession.
Then he bites my ear and slams savagely forward. His cock spears past the remaining recalcitrant muscles and he buries himself ruthlessly all the way inside. The force of his thrust pushes me off my toes until my feet fly off the ground and the only thing holding me up is the altar table.
“ Puta madre ,” I shriek, my mind going temporarily blank.
I’m impaled so deeply on his cock that I don’t know where I end and he begins. The pressure is unreal, with every breath feeling like it could tear my lungs and ass both.
Erotic moans rip from Matteo’s throat. He fists my hair to keep me in place. My ass burns, every jerk and spasm of my overstimulated body sending waves of shock to my tender hole.
“Tell me where I just shoved my cock.”
I’m not sure how he expects me to speak when he’s robbed me of all brain function.
Matteo squeezes my throat in another show of dominance. He controls every part of my body and he knows it, the smug bastard.
“Where did you just take every inch, Leni?”
“In my ass,” I gasp.
The pleased growl that rolls up his chest nearly makes my legs give way.
“That’s right, in your pretty little asshole. My greedy slut, you’re clenching me like a fist.” His free hand parts my cheeks and I feel him look at where we’re joined. A cocky smirk echoes in every word. “It’s so fucking snug .” He groans loudly, the sound almost tortured. “I don’t think you ever want me to leave.” He presses his lips to my ear until I can feel his teeth graze cartilage when he speaks. “I’m going to pull out, but only so I can thrust right back into your ass, cara .”
Without giving me a second to breathe, let alone process his words, his hips retreat only to jerk immediately forward.
I shriek, the sound almost completely absorbed by the hold he has on my throat. He doesn’t pause and he doesn’t relent. He immediately draws out and lurches back, spearing me with a new wave of pain. My mouth drops open and my lungs freeze.
Matteo’s gaze stays on me, his eyes dark and obsessed.
“Whose wife are you going to be, Valentina?”
“Yours,” I gasp out the words.
A dangerous growl echoes in his chest.
“That’s right,” he snarls, thrusting once. “ Mine .” Another swift drive of his hips. “ My fucking wife.”
“Forever,” I whimper back at him.
His eyes gleam with possession. “Forever,” he agrees. He angles my face to stare ahead and points. “And when you promise me forever standing just over there, I want you to remember how I had you bent in half over this altar, completely at my mercy, taking my cock so far up your tight ass you could barely speak.”
This is entirely different than having him buried inside my pussy. Every move of his hips sends a current of electricity equally powered by pain and pleasure that threatens my sanity and physical ability alike. I feel like he’s about to fuck me into unconsciousness.
Stars twinkle in my vision as my entire body admits defeat and yields to its conqueror. All I can do is give in.
I go limp in Matteo’s arms, completely spent except for my vocal cords which continue to shout my cries of pleasure. He makes a soft voice of contentment. One arm snakes around my waist as the other hand holds my throat and he starts pumping into me with a senseless madness.
“ Louder ,” he orders, yanking my hips back to meet his thrusts. “You and I both know you can be louder. Or am I not fucking you hard enough?”
Without waiting for an answer, he increases the viciousness of his thrusts. I realize that he was taking it easy on me earlier, because his pace turns demented now. His hips snap against my ass, the lewd sound of flesh hitting flesh amplified by the steep church walls and echoing around us.
I feel like I’m about to crawl out of my skin with need. It coils inside me, hot and burning, demanding to be satiated.
“Fuck, look at this perfect ass bouncing on my cock,” he praises, as if to himself.
“More,” I urge.
The dark laugh that bubbles out of Matteo is terrifying, as is the way his hand tightens brutally around my throat. His other fingers dip between my legs in search of my aching clit. They find it with a glancing touch, only to pull away.
And then his palm slaps back down against the throbbing nub. A throat-ripping shriek leaves me.
“More?” he repeats approvingly, hips slamming against my ass. “I love how much of a perfect little slut you are behind closed doors.” His praise makes my muscles clench around him as I stare up into his face. “ Fuck . Fuck, squeeze me just like that. Close this tight little asshole around my cock—yes, fuuuuck .” Matteo’s throaty groans sends a dark shiver through me. “Good girl, you’re giving me such a good ride. I’m going to stuff you full of my cum. We’re not going to stop until you've milked every single last drop from my cock.”
Matteo fucks me the way he wants—with total abandon, until I’m bouncing like a lifeless ragdoll in his arm. I have no thoughts, no feelings, nothing except the incredible sensation of his cock burying itself where no one else has ever been as he claims me forever. I don’t recognize the sounds I’m making. They sound animalistic, unlike any I’ve ever made before.
I claw at his chest, my upper body twisted towards him. My toes curl and my ass tightens impossibly around his length. The higher I climb up this mountain of arousal, the stiffer I become, the more I squeeze his cock, the sharper the stab of pleasure and pain, sending me hurtling up further still. I’m on a senseless, ceaseless cycle of building rapture being pulled closer and closer to a very steep ledge.
Matteo grunts and shouts and curses, driven equally mindless by this type of filthy fucking. His hands move desperately over the entire expanse of my body, palming my breasts and clasping my hips and, finally, pinching my clit.
My vision goes black as a violent orgasm slams into me. I’d been expecting it, but not of this magnitude.
My entire body goes slack as a climax unlike any I’ve ever had crashes through me. I scream so loudly, I lose my voice halfway through and fall into a panicked silence in which I can’t communicate the impossible heights of my pleasure.
Matteo watches me through it all with a stare that lives somewhere between crazed and possessed, before eventually toppling over into demented as his features twist. His expression turns pained for a moment.
“You’re clamping so tightly around me, it feels like you’re going to rip my dick off, cara ,” he grunts gutturally. “I can’t believe how fucking good you feel.”
He keeps thrusting into my abused ass with every crippling wave of ecstacy that slams into him. Nuzzling my neck with a possessive growl, he adds, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
His cock pulses, jerked by my convulsing tightness, and then I feel warm jets of cum hit my walls. His hand circles around to my nape. His fingers tighten and he pushes, forcing me back down on the desk.
We stay like this for at least a minute—me, bent over the altar, him standing behind me, keeping me pinned against the surface with his cock still buried inside me. We both work to catch our breaths as our racing hearts slowly steady.
Finally, he pulls out of me. To my surprise, he’s still rock hard as he slides out.
“Spread your cheeks,” he demands, his voice frayed. “I want to see my cum drip out of your ass.”
With a lewd groan, I do as he says. He kneels between my legs, palming my upper thighs. I yelp softly when his tongue swipes up my slit and circles my stretched rim.
“Mmm,” he mumbles earnestly, “Nothing tastes better than us together.”
Matteo continues his indecent dance over my ass, licking up our combined juices as they spill out of me. His tongue moves with rapacious hunger, his mouth parting only to grunt happily against my flesh. He avoids my clit and yet I feel that just dormant desire start to stir as swirls of arousal rise within me.
He’s going to make me come again if he continues, so I push back against the palm he uses to pin my neck and attempt to straight.
Matteo’s hand doesn’t budge. Instead, he’s the one who stands. “Where do you think you’re going?”
A delicious shiver rushes down my spine at his tone. “I don’t…” I swallow thick. “I thought we were done.”
Matteo angles his hips forward slightly. His cock bumps up against my cheeks and I feel how hard he is. His length is pulsing and throbbing with need.
“I said I’d stop when your ass had milked every drop of cum from my cock,” he explains darkly as his head stretches my rim and my walls submit to him once more. “I’m nowhere near finished with you.”
He doesn’t let me leave that church until he’s come inside my ass two more times. By then, he has to carry me out because I can no longer walk.