Chapter 44 #2
His fingers scissor inside me while his tongue traces tight circles around my clit before he sucks it between his lips again, and that’s all it takes.
“Matteo! Fuck, Matteo!” I’m coming with a scream, my body convulsing around his fingers, waves of pleasure crashing over me so intensely that tears spring to my eyes.
He works me through it relentlessly, not stopping until I’m twitching with overstimulation, my hands pushing weakly at his shoulders. Even then, he gives my clit one last, lingering kiss before raising his head, his mouth and chin glistening with my arousal.
“Please fuck me,” I gasp, the words tumbling out raw and desperate. “I need you inside me. Need to feel you.”
Matteo’s eye flashes with something primal. In one fluid motion, he rises from between my legs, grabs my hips, and pulls me down to the floor with him.
“Get on all fours,” he commands, his voice rough with need.
I comply instantly, turning over and positioning myself before him, hands braced on the floor. I feel exposed and so fucking desired I can barely stand it.
His hands skim down my back, over the curve of my ass. “Look at you,” he says, reverent and filthy at once. “Presenting this perfect pussy to me like a gift.”
I feel the blunt, pierced head of his cock against my entrance. I’m already so wet from his mouth that he meets no resistance as he notches himself inside. He grips my hips hard enough to bruise, and then he’s thrusting forward in one powerful stroke that buries him to the hilt.
The stretch burns perfectly, my body accommodating his size with a familiarity that feels like coming home. I cry out, pushing back to take him deeper.
“Yes,” I moan. “Just like that. Fuck my pussy.”
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, grinding against me before pulling back and driving in again. “So fucking perfect around my cock. Like you were made for me.”
His pace is relentless from the start, each thrust jarring me forward until I have to brace harder against the floor.
One of his hands leaves my hip to slide around and cup my breast, fingers finding my nipple piercing and tugging just enough to send jolts of pleasure-pain straight to my core. My cunt tightens around him, squeezing his hard length.
“Mhmm, you like that,” he growls, voice strained with the effort of his thrusts. “Like me playing with these pretty breasts while I fuck you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, the word breaking on a moan as he pinches harder. “God, Matteo… harder.”
He obliges, his hips snapping against my ass with bruising force. His other hand slides between my legs to find my clit, still sensitive from my first orgasm. He circles it with precise pressure as he continues to pound into me.
“Mine,” he growls against my ear, his chest pressing against my back as he curls over me. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” I sob, pressure building again low in my belly. “I’m yours, Matteo. Only yours.”
His teeth find the junction of my shoulder and neck, biting down just hard enough to make me cry out. The sharp pain pushes me over the edge into my second orgasm, my pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock as waves of pleasure crash through me.
“That’s it, Little Thief,” he praises, his voice strained. “Fuck, I love feeling you come on my cock.”
Before I’ve even finished riding out the aftershocks, he pulls out and flips us so he’s lying on his back and I’m straddling him. His hands on my waist, helping me position myself above him.
“I want to see your face,” he says, his eye blazing with something that looks like worship. “To watch you ride me.”
I sink down onto him slowly, savoring the stretch, the fullness. My thighs tremble with exertion as I begin to move, finding a rhythm that has us both gasping. His hands slide up to cup my breasts, thumbs flicking over my piercings.
“Mhmm, fuck, yes,” I moan, arching my back more.
“Look at you,” he breathes, gaze raking over me like I’m something miraculous. “So fucking beautiful.”
One hand moves to my throat, fingers wrapping around it with careful pressure. Not cutting off my air, just resting there—a reminder of who’s in control even as I ride him. The gesture makes my pussy clench around him, my walls fluttering with renewed arousal.
“You like that?” he asks, tightening his grip just slightly. “Like feeling owned while you fuck yourself on my cock?”
“Yes,” I gasp, picking up speed. “I love it. I love you.”
He surges up to capture my mouth in a kiss that tastes of me, his hand still at my throat. I grind against him harder, chasing a third release that feels impossible and inevitable at once.
Matteo’s hips snap up to meet mine, driving his cock deeper. “Come for me again,” he orders against my lips. “One more time, Little Thief. Show me how good I make you feel and come all over my hard cock.”
His thumb finds my clit again, circling it with perfect pressure. Combined with the fullness of his cock stretching me open and the possessive grip on my throat, it’s enough to send me spiraling into another climax.
I come with his name on my lips, my entire body shuddering as pleasure tears through me. Matteo follows immediately after, his release triggered by the rhythmic clenching of my walls around him.
He pulls me down hard against him as he comes, filling me with cum as he groans my name like a prayer.
We collapse together on the floor, a tangle of sweaty limbs and racing hearts. His arms wrap around me, pulling me against his chest with a fierceness that tells me he’s still not ready to let go. I’m not either. I don’t think I’ll ever be.
“I love you,” I murmur against his skin, tasting the salt of his sweat. “All of you.” With those words, I remove his eyepatch so I can see him for exactly who he is.
Matteo’s beautiful, brutally and ruthlessly so. His imperfections don’t diminish that, and for some reason, it’s offensive when he hides his truth from me.
His hand strokes through my hair, gentle now where minutes ago it was demanding. “And I love all of you,” he replies, his voice a rumble beneath my ear. “Especially your ass.”
I burst out laughing, burrowing closer into his embrace.
We lie there on the floor as dawn breaks outside the windows, bathing us in the first pale light of a new day.
I don’t know what time it is when Matteo squeezes my ass. Looking up, I immediately notice the playful look in his eye.
“What?” I ask, not getting what’s suddenly so amusing.
“Stay here,” he murmurs against my shoulder, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to the skin. “I’m going to shower and then I’ll feed you before I take you again.”
The words send me back to the night he took me home almost seven weeks ago. Jesus, can your life really change in the span of a few hours? I guess the answer is yes, because mine did.
That night changed everything. Very much for the better.
“No promises,” I quip before kissing him with an obnoxiously loud smooching sound. “Why don’t you go into the bathroom and find out if I’m the kind of girl who waits around now?”
With a chuckle, he gets up and disappears into the bathroom. As soon as I hear the door close, I dart for the bedroom closet and quickly throw on a pair of panties and the nearest of his t-shirts.
Then I rush to the elevator, pushing the button. My heart hammers in my chest as the elevator climbs to our floor, and when it pings, I quickly push the button for the lobby. But instead of forcing the doors to close faster, I keep them open until I hear the bathroom door open.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Matteo growls a few seconds later as he comes stomping back into the living room. “I’m not—”
Flipping him off, I force the doors to close. “Come find me,” I laugh right before they shut completely.