Chapter 30 #2
“I think it’s about time I fucked this pussy, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Mhm. That’s what I thought.”
I was on my stomach on the bed, with Matteo covering my entire body, his arms around me, when we finally crossed the line.
The head of his cock slid inside me, making me bite my lip as I remembered the last time he did this. But this time, he didn’t stop. Matteo lowered his hips further, and my mouth fell open as I felt his thick length push deeper and deeper inside me.
I felt him reach a barrier inside me. But he didn’t stop.
I gasped for air when I felt him push through and go deeper.
For a moment it felt never ending.
A masculine sound of approval rumbled in his chest when he finally bottomed me out.
My body trembled around him, so he wrapped his arm around me tighter, and leaned down to kiss me over my shoulder. His mouth was soft and comforting, managing to calm me down through everything. I was so wet, my thighs and the sheets under us were drenched.
When the shaking stopped, Matteo pulled out fully, then sank into me again. Whimper after whimper left me, overconsumed with pleasure and euphoria.
I could feel the blood pumping in my veins. I could feel every inch of my skin turn to goosebumps. I could feel the silk of the bedsheets in my soul.
Matteo held me through it, his muscular arms grounding me. I needed him so bad, I felt desperate. But I was struggling to take it, not because it hurt, but because my feelings overwhelmed me.
His hand went in my hair, fisting at the roots, and made me look at him.
“I thought you weren’t a prude, Francesca. Go ahead and fuck me back.”
I wanted to. So bad.
But I couldn’t. Everything was just too much.
“Or is this too much for you? Don’t tell me you can’t take it. I still got a couple more inches to give you once I work you in.”
“Too… Big…” I mumbled, a little delirious.
“You’ve never been fucked by a big cock like this, have you, baby?”
He grabbed my hand and pulled it down behind my back, making me look back. He stayed close but looked between our bodies while he grinded inside me.
“Mhm. That’s what I thought. Thick as your wrist.”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Oh, my God.”
“No,” He corrected me. “Oh, my Matteo.”
When he loosened the hand in my hair, I dropped my face back to the sheets.
So, he grabbed my throat instead and pulled me back again.
“Say it. Tell me who’s fucking you.”
“You are.”
“What’s my name, baby? Hm?”
“Matteo.”
“And I’m doing what?”
“Matteo’s fucking me.”
“Again,” He ordered, pushing another inch deeper.
“Matteo’s fucking me.”
“Again,” He growled, pushing past my next wall, and hitting my limit.
“Matteo’s fucking me!” I screamed, seeing stars. The words left me like a prayer just as he stopped moving inside me, letting me spasm around his thick length. He was so deep inside me, I was suffocating. But it was the best feeling I’d ever experienced in my life.
Matteo chuckled, dark and deep, taunting and teasing me. “That’s it, princesa. Just like that. You’re taking this cock so fucking good. You were made for me.”
He began stroking slowly, only pulling out enough to tease my last wall before pushing back in all the way and bottoming me out, over and over again.
I gasped for air, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“You feel me?”
“Yes.”
“You feel me?” He growled again, louder and rougher this time.
“Yes!”
“Then come for me, Francesca.” He said my name so sinful and dirty… Like he was the only one who knew this secret about me; the only one who’d ever see me like this. He fisted my hair, pulling my head back until we were eye to eye. “And make it fucking loud and wet.”
I screamed as my orgasm rocked through me in shock waves. He fucked me through it, this time with big thrusts, pulling out almost all the way before pushing inside me deep. Skin clapped against skin as my wetness drenched his cock and slid down my thighs.
And the harder he fucked me, the harder I came. On and on and on.
When I started blacking out, my hand came up, reaching behind me over my shoulder, to his neck. My fingers went into his nape, nails digging in, trying to let him know I was reaching my limit.
I squeezed around him so tight, he couldn’t move inside me anymore.
He stilled and we both paused for a moment.
Then, a deep, masculine groan roared in his chest.
And I felt him come inside me.
I shuddered, feeling him fill me up.
I felt him impossibly deep inside me.
He pulled out, only to fuck me deeper, almost like he was trying to push his cum deeper inside me.
I came down from my orgasm, still spasming around his cock, as he settled down too.
One last pump, and his bodyweight dropped on top of me, pushing me down into the mattress.
I breathed hard, trying to calm myself, but then he leaned down and kissed me over my shoulder.
We made out for a long time, using each other to ground ourselves in the moment, and he stayed deep inside me the whole time.
“You were such a good girl for me, Francesca, baby,” He praised me with another kiss. “You took me so well. So deep. So tight. So wet. So fucking perfect, princesa.”
I moaned in his mouth, loving it, my pussy tightening around his cock.
Slowly, he pulled out and we both felt his cum spill out of me and down to my clit before messing up the bedsheets.
Shit. That was bad. Really bad considering I wasn’t on birth control.
I must have still been on a high. Because I didn’t care nearly as much as I should have.
The thought flowed through my brain like it was whatever.
I’ll just take Plan B tomorrow. Everything will be fine.
And assuming this wouldn’t be the last time I had sex with Matteo…
I’ll go see my gynecologist too and get on birth control.
The kiss slowed down, and I felt Matteo smile against my lips, making me do the same.
He leaned in one more time for a quick kiss, before pulling back. Reaching for the nightstand to our side, he turned on the lamp.
I squeezed my eyes shut at the brightness and turned away from the light as he moved to get off me.
I was about to pass out. My head was still swarming and my body was tired from pleasure. I rubbed my face on the silk pillowcase, getting comfier. God, everything felt amazing.
“Francesca.”
“Mmm.”
Another beat of silence.
“Why is there blood on my cock?”
My eyes shot open.
I panicked for just a second before realizing he was, after all, just a man.
“Oh…” I pushed up on my elbows, slow and nonchalant. “I must have gotten my period while we…”
I trailed off when my eyes came up to his face.
Because I suddenly got the whole Diablo thing.
Matteo looked… Intimidating.
My eyes dropped, down his defined abdomen, to his still hard cock… And the faintest pink streaks of my blood smeared on it. It was barely anything. He just had to be dramatic.
I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling less confident about my lying skills, attempting to still play it off. “I’m going to go wash and find a tampon–”
I moved to get off the bed, but Matteo immediately grabbed me in an iron hold by my upper arm, keeping me there. Out of instinct, I looked up at him.
His eyes were cruel – and for the first time, directed at me.
“You think I’ve never fucked a woman on her period before?”
A moment of silence.
Then the distant sound of glass shattering.
But he didn’t hear it.
I was the only one that heard and felt the absolute crack in my chest.
My eyes watered. And I didn’t know why, or why I couldn’t stop, or hold it in like I always did…
And then the anger kicked in.
“Thanks for making me feel so special.”
I ripped my arm from his hold, roughly, and without another look or word, stormed off to the bathroom. Feeling the soreness and post-first-time ache – I ignored it, determined to make it to the safety of an enclosed space where I’d be alone.
Locking the bathroom door behind me, I moved to the toilet.
I took in a deep, shaky breath, attempting to regain myself. But instead of releasing a calm breath, tears began streaming down my face in silence.
I wiped at my cheeks, telling myself the only possible logical explanation: I must have just still been high on the emotion from all that intense sex. I was fine. I was always fine.
In an attempt to distract myself, I used the toilet and cleaned up slightly – forcing myself to not look at the dry smears of pink on my inner thighs. Though, after I flushed, I didn’t get up.
Couldn’t.
It hurt.
A weird type of pain I hadn’t experienced before. But I couldn’t even call it that. It wasn’t pain, or soreness necessarily. More like a pressure between my legs that just didn’t feel good. And a part of me thought I might fall if I attempted to get up.
So I gave myself a couple more minutes to get it together.
A knock on the bathroom door.
“Francesca.”
“Go away!”
A key sound followed by the door opening.
“Do you not understand the concept of privacy?” I hissed, feeling my cheeks heat with embarrassment that he was going to see me like this. “A locked door means don’t come in, asshole.”
Matteo didn’t say anything as he stepped into the bathroom, his eyes zeroed in on me like a predator eyeing his prey.
I scoffed and looked the other way as he closed in; wanting nothing more than to be able to get up and walk away from him… From… This.
But it just hurt so bad. In my chest.
He lowered in front of me just as a sniff escaped me. “Amor…” Biting my cheek, I turned to look at him with unwillingly blurry eyes. “Can you stand?”
The softness in his voice filtered through my chest and I couldn’t explain the effect he had on me.
Why did I want to cry whenever I was around him?
And not in a sad way, either. It’s like I wanted to throw myself in his arms and have him hold me.
For him to stroke my hair and tell me everything was going to be okay.
I couldn’t understand why he made me so emotional.
I bit my lip, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable again, and shook my head.