Chapter 8 #2
Ride me hard? I don’t know about that. I open my mouth to speak, producing an ecstatic cry instead.
His tongue swirls my clit again and again, pressure increasing as he sucks me between his lips.
His teeth graze the tender surface, and I shudder, caught up in the yummy pleasure of this man’s naughty teasing.
He makes naughty wet noises as he curves his fingers back towards himself, his tongue sliding frenetically back and forth over my clit.
The nub is swollen and sensitive as heat pulses through me in waves, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
I moan, arching towards him as I float away, caught in something so deliciously wonderful I can’t describe it.
“Come for me, Calliope,” he orders in growly tones. “Cover me in your cum.”
Can I even do that? I don’t know. But I do feel like I’m going to explode. Question is, will he be able to piece me back together afterward?
My body shivers, aching toward a wild, out-of-control conclusion. His tongue is wicked, pushing me to new ecstatic heights as he alternates with his fingers until his beard is shiny and wet with my arousal.
My thighs tense, shaking, my pelvis rising as I scream his name into the night, hips bucking.
My pussy gulps as warmth gushes from my nub, and Mateo groans, devouring me.
His beard tickles my pussy and inner thighs as he eats me out ravenously while my channel grips and sucks his fingers.
I melt into the boulder and his body, coming unglued from the inside out on punishing, pleasurable, seismic waves of release.
Mateo works me through it, not stopping until I’m completely spent. Stars still glimmer behind my eyes, head lolling to the side as I find it impossible to catch my breath. He runs his hand over his beard, panting hard and seizing me around the waist, pulling me back into the water.
I grab his neck instinctively, legs wrapping back around his waist. “I’m going to fuck you so hard. You won’t remember your own goddamned name.”
I gasp, still trying to catch my breath. What’s he talking about? Has he forgotten everything we discussed in our emails? I open my mouth to say more, but his hard, thick cock stops me, slamming into me aggressively. The cream between my legs makes the slide breathtakingly efficient and searing.
Pain stabs through me as he seats himself completely inside me with the first thrust. I bury my head at the nape of his neck, fingernails clawing into him hard as I shriek.
“Damn, you’re tight,” he exclaims, stunned. He slides his hand between our bodies, mastering my clit with fast, frenzied movements, laboring to transform my cries of pain and shock into screams of adulation and ecstasy.
Tight? What in the hell did he expect? I grunt, squeezing my eyes shut and breathing through the pain. It’s okay. Everything’s fine.
In the emails, he said he’d be gentle, take his time. Work me into this. Maybe he thought better of it, deciding to rip the Band-Aid off instead. But, shit, I wish he’d warned me first.
Tears cascade over my lower lashes, and I bite my bottom lip so hard I taste metallic, salty blood as the big hand not busy with my pearl guides me up and down his rod.
Each stroke is mercilessly demanding, though less painful than the last as he forges a path through my body.
Maybe he was right about this approach after all.
But my body shakes, still shellshocked by the initial thrust.
I wanted romance, whispered poetry, and soft, lingering touches for my first time. Mateo gives me hellfire, fury, and animalistic grunts.
His head descends to my neck, his tongue and lips ravaging my pulse point. My head falls back, the air escaping from my mouth in a long, languid exhale as he angles my hips so that his thick, powerful head stimulates my G-spot. It almost makes up for the aggressive penetration. Almost .
“God, you make me feral.” He growls, stroke deepening. “And your pussy’s drenched.”
I gasp, overwhelmed by too many sensations. His hot flesh against mine, hard muscles rippling beneath the surface. His massive cock stroking me long and hard, taking deep and thorough possession of my body, rearranging my damn organs to suit his size.
At least, that’s how it feels. Never has such a heady combination of pleasure and pain held me hostage, dolorous sighs mixed with moans of bliss. My body feels traitorous, lapping up the abuse, even as I tremble from shock.
Mateo rides me hard as he says he would. Passion and anger run through me simultaneously as I grip his back, digging my claws into him and biting his shoulder. I don’t draw blood, but I’m fairly certain he’ll bruise, especially with his lighter skin.
Instead of taking these evidences of pain as a sign to slow down, my moves unhinge him.
He pounds me at a punishing pace. I feel used rather than cherished, an object rather than a person, though my greedy pussy responds hungrily to his careless touch.
Maybe it’s my own body’s betrayal that upsets me the most.
My screams of shock and bliss echo off the distant mountains as his bestial growls pierce the night. “Come for me,” he commands. I want to smack and kiss him simultaneously, my words somehow lost in this aggressive exchange.
A thousand feelings topple over me all at once as though I stand beneath a cresting wave. Pain, pleasure, anger, passion, shock, and lust of the blackest stripe.
I need him to wreck me, turn me inside out.
He does so without hesitation, and I hate him for it.
Fingernails piercing his flesh, I cry his name, my pussy frantically milking him as I gush warm liquid.
He thrusts into me again and again, stars smashing behind my eyelids until he groans savagely, flooding me with his hot seed.
“Oh, God, Callie,” he sighs, body pulsing into mine. Nothing will ever be the same between us.