Chapter 20
Present
Hamptons, New York City
THE SILENCE WAS DEAFENING AS Matteo closed the suite’s door behind us. I advanced into the room, my heart beating out of my chest for reasons unknown to me.
I couldn’t breathe with my husband so goddamn close to me. I’d never shared a room with anyone before in my life.
Sighing, I moved towards the grand mirror leaning against the wall. I needed to get this dress off me, and change into something more comfortable.
But when my hands reached for the buttons at my back, my eyes met his in the dark reflection.
Matteo stood by the door still, hands in pockets, his bowtie long gone and his shirt loosened anywhere he could.
We’d barely talked all day, and yet here he was, looking at me the same way he had that night in Vegas. That salsa club in Hawaii. That early morning in the waves of the ocean. Today at the altar.
My red-bottom heels stayed stuck to the ground as he closed the distance between us. My eyes stayed on his when he stopped behind me, his body so much bigger than mine. Blood roared in my ears when I felt his rough knuckles brush the valley of my back.
I felt myself shiver unwillingly when he flicked the top button loose. Then the next.
Lowering my head, I closed my eyes and pressed my hands to my stomach, holding the dress’ corset in place. When I glanced back up in the mirror, his eyes burned through me.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Matteo smirked then, a breath of amusement escaping him as his head dipped to my neck. A soft, lingering kiss. An uncontrollable pulse between my thighs.
“I’ll make it all about you tonight, wife.”
His lips against my pulse point. A soft gasp for air in my chest.
“Why would you do that?”
His teeth grazed my skin with a smile. “Let this be your reward for getting through today on very good behaviour.”
“I don’t need a reward. This is business.”
“You might as well get something out of this… Arrangement.”
I opened my eyes as my body turned cold. Matteo stood behind me now, unbuttoning his white shirt.
“An orgasm?”
“Ten if you’re good.” Matteo smirked, shrugging his shirt off.
I swallowed. “Ten? Tonight?”
“No time like the present.”
“You couldn’t,” I breathed, narrowing my eyes on him in the mirror. And he closed the distance between us again, placing his hands on my waist
“Wanna bet, Donna? Let’s test it.”
“And you don’t want anything in return that’s… Just for you?”
“This is for me.”
Finally, my hands let go of the corset, allowing it to slip down my body and hit the floor. My cheeks flushed, seeing myself half-naked in the mirror, and knowing Matteo was watching me.
“I had no idea you were so generous.”
“Real men love to give.”
His rough palm slid down my stomach, dipping right under the white lace thong and between my legs, cupping me with possessiveness and pressing me back into his hard body.
“Now, let me show you just how good this marriage could be for you.”
Extending his hand out in front of me, I took it, stepping out of the dress pooled at my feet. I’d half expected Matteo to pounce on me the first chance he got. Instead, he picked my dress off the floor and threw it over an armchair in the corner of the room.
And when he turned back to me, stopping no more than an inch away, he allowed his eyes to roam me from head to toe. His knuckles ran down my cleavage, pulling breath after breath out of me.
“Go ahead and get on the bed for me.”
Slowly, I sat down, my eyes never leaving his. The anticipation building in my core so fast and intense, I thought I might crash.
“Now lean back. Relax. Spread your legs and wait for me.”
I did so, watching Matteo at the foot of the bed as he reached for his tux trousers and loosened them before pulling them down, kicking them to the side.
I bit my cheek at the huge bulge in his boxers, feeling a deep ache inside me.
His hands fisted the band of his boxers too.
“Wh– What are you doing?”
The corner of his mouth pulled in a slow smile. “Getting more comfortable.”
The moment his boxers were gone, his cock sprung free; hard, thick and long. More intimidating than I could’ve imagined earlier.
“But you said…”
“Tonight’s all about you, baby. I won’t overstep. Unless you want me to,” He finished with a wink, standing over me at his huge height and big built.
“Don’t hold your breath,” I snarled.
“You sure?” Matteo leaned over me, covering me in his shadow as he fisted the thin band of my thong at my hips. “With the way you looking at my cock, I’d think you want to eat it.”
Tipping my head to the side, I gave him a big fake smile. “Doesn’t mean I will.”
He smiled too, tugging my panties down roughly. “Spread your legs for me. Let me see you.”
Relaxing my body, I let my thighs open for him.
A deep, tortured groan escaped me as I ran my palm all over Francesca’s perfect pussy.
She whimpered, her knees inching to close, but I only did it again with more pressure, getting lost in how goddamn smooth and soft she was.
I was finally getting a good look of what I’d been fantasizing over the past months, and it was already having me brick hard.
Pulling back, I fisted Francesca’s ankle and put it over my shoulder. I kissed her instep, before descending and leaving a trail of butterfly kisses on her leg until I reached between her legs. She lifted her hips then, her pillowy lips slightly parted, showing me where she needed me.
I didn’t give her what she wanted. Instead, I kissed the inside of her other thigh, grabbed that leg and kissed all the way down her leg to her perfect red painted toes.
“Matteo…”
“Strip for me.”
She blinked, a little confused.
“Take your bra off. I want to see all of you.”
Francesca looked away as she reached behind her, undoing her bra and letting it drop off the bed, on the floor. Then, without being told, she leaned back on her hands again, and parted her legs.
I took in her gorgeous breasts, glowing skin, soft eyes, Heavenly hair – she didn’t look real.
It almost hurt to look at her in that moment. In that soft light from the dimmed chandelier above.
She parted her knees and I dropped to mine.
A breath escaped me as I shook my head. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Her lips parted, cheekbones flushed, but she didn’t say anything.
Without another word, I wrapped my big arms around her thighs and dragged her down the mattress. I could already see the wetness sparkling between her legs, dripping down to her tight ass.
Opening my mouth wide, I went straight for the source; pushing my tongue inside her and tasting her as deep as I could.
Francesca’s nails dug into my forearms, so hard it made me smirk.
“Goddamn,” I murmured. “This pretty pussy tastes just as fucking good as it looks.”
I kept licking around her entrance, my hands sliding up to her tits, catching her nipples between my fingers and playing with them.
“Matteo…” She whined, rocking her body against me.
“Oh, I’m sorry, baby,” I spoke with teasing concern. “Does this little clit need some of my attention too?”
I laid a soft kiss to her clit, but she never replied.
“Does it?”
“Yes, it does, it does…”
I smirked, starting to circle my tongue, hands still massaging her breasts.
“Oh, my fucking God…”
Laying my tongue flat to her clit, I moved it side to side.
“Oh, my God.”
Francesca’s nails dug into my biceps, her hips and back lifting off the mattress. I kept the same pace, letting her come easy the first time.
The Suite filled with her soft moans, the sound pulsing through my veins. When she came back down, I pressed a kiss to her core before pulling back to look at her properly.
“I want you to count for me. Every time I make you come.”
She looked a little shy but breathed out regardless, “One…”
My chest filled with deep satisfaction, seeing the flush in her cheeks, from how good she came and how shy she was around me although I’d just kissed her pussy.
Grabbing her thighs tighter and immobilizing her, I went back for more. A soft scream escaped her when I sucked on her clit, her long nails digging into my shoulders this time. I knew I’d have her marks on me in the morning; it only made me go harder.
Moving a little higher, I took her hips with me and pushed her into the mattress – folding her in two and keeping her thighs spread wide. Francesca’s moan formed into a scream as I did so, but she immediately covered her mouth with one hand, squeezing her eyes.
I went harder, looking down at her, and I could feel the burning fire in my gaze. Her eyes were open now, and on the verge of tears. She almost looked like she was in pain having to cover her gorgeous mouth.
I rubbed my palm in circles over her thigh, trying to sooth her and help her relax so she could come again. Moments later, her hands flew to the sheets; she fisted them, throwing her head back and coming hard.
I forced her to ride it out, until she slumped back into the mattress. A few seconds passed, but nothing came from Francesca.
“Forgot something?”
“Matteo…”
I went back down and started to eat her again, growling against her core. “Count.”
“Two.”
I groaned in agreement, rubbing her thigh again. “Good girl, Francesca. Don’t make me repeat myself again.”
She blushed hard, sending my blood straight to my dick.
I raised a brow. “Yes?”
“Yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes–” Francesca stopped herself, her cheeks flushing again.
Narrowing my eyes on hers, I could’ve sworn I saw when the letter D formed on her lips. My dick turned to fucking cement.
“Say, yes, Daddy.”
She blushed even more, her eyes lowering, long lashes fanning her cheeks as she whispered with a shy smile, “Yes, Daddy…”
The corner of my mouth tugged in a slow smile. I didn’t know how she would take that, but was glad to know what she was into.
“Very good, wife.”
I left one more soft, lingering kiss on her pussy before pulling away. Loosening my hands from her thighs, I circled a rough palm over her soft stomach.
“Who knew mi Donna could be so fucking submissive and responsive with the right man?”