48. Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Eight
Mateo
M y tone is as cold as ice, leaving no room to question who’s in control here.
The guy spins around, his inebriated eyes scanning me up and down. The anger radiating off me is palpable, and he freezes in place.
Unfortunately for him, he’s still gripping my girl.
Big mistake.
My hand shoots out, grabbing his throat and yanking him away from Mari, neck first. Getting into his face, I pierce him with my stare.
“Do not touch what’s mine.”
I tighten my grip on him, and he trembles uncontrollably. Pathetic son of a bitch.
He’s got the message already. The fear in his eyes says it all. I could let him go, but I don’t.
A lesson must be taught. Everyone here and everywhere needs to understand this woman is off-limits.
I pull my arm back and let rip, my fist smashing into his nose. The brutal impact lands with a sickening crack, the sound of bone giving way sending a sharp, satisfying thrill through me. Blood spurts from his nose, and I throw him to the ground, not wanting it on me.
He wails, holding his face, and I’m tempted to rain more pain on him for daring to touch what’s mine. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins, making it hard to think straight. With a mammoth effort, I restrain my urge to beat him to a pulp and signal to the bouncers to take out the trash.
Spinning slowly in a circle, I scan the hushed crowd for Mari. She’s standing off to the side, her eyes wide, her face pale. I take a step toward her, grab her hand, and pull her off the dance floor, heading toward the backrooms.
I need her away from all the men checking her out. She’s fucking mine.
When I reach the manager’s office, I shove the door open and tug Mari inside with me. I slam the door shut behind us, the sound making her jump.
She watches me carefully through wide eyes. Her chest heaves with every intake of breath, drawing my attention to her juicy tits and peaked nipples.
She gasps when I back her up against the door and press into her.
Her hands reach up to cup my jaw tenderly. I think it’s to soothe me.
Do I look as out of control as I feel?
Her touch is calming.
My body steadily lets go of the tension it’s been holding like steam from a boiling kettle.
I slide my hands on either side of her face, my fingers brushing her temples.
I slam my lips to hers, and Mari doesn’t hesitate to respond. Her mouth opens eagerly for me, her tongue ready to spar. Our kiss is wild and untamed. It escalates my need for her.
She’s it , echoes in my mind. She’s your One.
Needing to feel her closer, I lift her by the narrow of her waist, and she wraps her legs around me.
My cock is like steel and I can’t help but grind it against her. Moaning, her hands snake around my neck as she pushes her body closer against mine.
Needing to taste her skin, I break away from her mouth and kiss along her neck. Her racing pulse is against my lips, and I suck and nibble on it. She stretches her neck to allow me more access, and I bite down on her throat, hoping to leave a mark.
When we march out of here, I want everyone to know who she belongs to.
Me!
“Teo,” she moans, rocking her hips against my straining cock that’s perfectly lined up with her pussy.
Fuck, I’m obsessed with how my name sounds from her lips when she’s aroused. I will make her come over and over again, just to hear it.
She moans again, and it takes everything in me not to throw her onto the desk behind us and have her naked, my cock buried deep inside her in an instant.
I’m like a wild animal, wanting, no needing, to claim my mate.
My heart beats out of control, the adrenaline coursing through my blood putting me on edge.
I spin us and hold her tight against me as I walk the few steps to the desk and sit her down on it, my mouth never leaving hers.
She pushes against me, and I release her unwillingly. She’s panting for breath as her warm brown eyes study me. Her cheeks are pink, her lips swollen from our kisses and her pupils blown.
Fuck, she’s hot!
I’m about to lose my mind!
Moving my hands to her waist, I can’t help thrusting my hips against her heat, her sweet musky scent filling my nostrils. A tremor passes through her, and her eyes hood over.
I lean in again, covering her jaw and chin with kisses, never wanting to take my lips off her. If we were glued together, that would be fine by me.
Her fingers dig into my hair, as she unwinds her legs from around me, letting them drop against the large mahogany desk. Her bottom lip catches between her teeth, and with her eyes fixed on me, she slides off the table and sinks to the floor.
What is she doing?
Her gaze drops to my crotch, now eye-level with her face, and she does the last thing I expected.
With her palm, she cups me firmly over my pants, feeling just how hard I am for her. The sensation is incredible.
It’s the first time she’s touched me like this, and I’m torn between wanting to close my eyes and throw my head back in pleasure, and keeping my eyes on her, not wanting to miss a single second of her exploring me.
Her hands have a slight tremor as she undoes my belt and moves to undo my button and lower my fly.
She hesitates, biting her lip.
“Take it out.” My voice is hoarse and her eyes shoot to me.
Yes, dolce mia , we’re going to continue what you started. I’m more than on board with this. I need relief!
She drops her gaze again to what she’s doing and slides her hand into my boxer briefs, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. Her touch is unsure, hesitant, but my cock sure doesn’t care. The warmth of her hand around me is enough to make my eyes roll back in my head and I groan loudly.
My cock jerks in her hand. Startled, she loosens her grip, moving her head slightly backward.
I can’t help the dark chuckle escaping my throat.
“God, I love your innocence.”
The head of my cock peeks above the waistband of my boxers and her gaze zeroes in on the pre-cum pearling on top. I swear her attention on it makes me even harder. She swipes her finger through it and then lifts it to her mouth, her tongue darting out and licking my essence off.
My heart stutters in my chest when she closes her eyes, humming as she savors my taste. I almost shoot my load right then and there, and right into her face. The thought of marking her like that drives me closer to the edge.
When she sticks her finger into her mouth to suck off every last drop, I’m milliseconds away from toppling over. I throw my head back and stare at the ceiling, taking deep breaths and counting to ten to rein in my spiraling desire.
I clench my hands to stop myself from taking control as images of wrapping her hair around my fist and guiding her pouty mouth over my head assault my mind.
There’s nothing I want more than to see my cock sliding between her perfect lips.
But this is her first time coming up close with a cock, at least it better be, and I don’t want to scare her. I want her to want this as much as I do.
“Take it out,” I repeat my earlier command, my voice now even deeper and raspier than before.
Has a woman ever elicited such feral need in me?
No! Only my little innocent vixen.
Her hands tremble as she lowers my boxers, my cock springing free, standing ready and proud.
Her eyes go wide, her pulse jumping erratically in her throat. She stares at my cock with horror, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Most women look delighted when they see what I’m packing, but my dolcezza is more intimidated than pleased.
I stifle my laughter. “It will fit perfectly in your mouth and down your throat,” I assure her.
Her gaze is apprehensive as it flickers to me.
I give myself a few firm strokes. Having had her hands on me, mine will never be enough again. Her cheeks flame a delightful red as she watches me. She inches closer, her breaths quick and shallow.
Wrapping her hands around my cock once more, she leans in to give the head of my cock a little flick with her tongue like she’s not sure what to do with it. And how could she?
She’s untouched, and I suspect she’s never watched porn. The thought pleases me beyond measure and excites the primal beast in me more and more.
I rein that beast in, needing her to love this and letting her explore.
I run my hand down the side of her face, caressing her cheek.
“Do you like how I taste?”
Mari hums her assent, and I grab onto the edges of the desk to hold myself back from taking over.
Only the tip of my cock is in her mouth and she doesn’t move up and down on my shaft. Instead, she sucks and lets her tongue work its magic, her eyes gradually drifting closed.
“You’re doing so good,” I praise her. “You look so gorgeous on your knees for me, with my cock in your mouth.”
Her body relaxes at my words. Gaining confidence, she licks me from root to tip, her wet warm tongue on me a sight to behold.
“Wrap your lips around my cock, dolcezza . I need your sinful mouth on me,” I guide, stroking her cheek.
Her eyes flicker open and connect with mine. There’s a newfound confidence there. She’s beginning to understand just how much at her mercy I am.
She opens her mouth and wraps her soft lips around me, sliding my cock in as far as it will comfortably go and pressing her tongue against it.
F.U.C.K.
How am I going to last if the first few inches feel this good?
She looks up to gauge my response, and that alone is nearly my undoing.
“You’re doing so good,” I rasp. “Now keep your eyes on me and take me a little deeper.”
I cup the back of her head, applying only the slightest amount of pressure.
With her lips firmly wrapped around me, she pulls me in further.
My head falls back, and my balls tighten with need.
With every glide up and down my cock, she takes more of me into her mouth, humming to herself. The soft vibrations are driving me out of my mind.
I grab a fistful of her hair and buck up into her mouth, mindful not to be too rough with her. I rock into her with a steady rhythm, feeding her my cock bit by bit, until I hit the back of her throat.
She gags, her body freezes, and she pulls free. Tears glisten in the corner of her eyes as she stares at me, panting for breath.
I run my hand softly over her hair and across her face, watching her closely.
“Do you want to stop?” I ask, my voice strained.
It would just about kill me to stop now when the drum of my arousal is nearing its peak, but I will do it for her.
She shakes her head. “I want this. I want to please you,” she says softly.
“Thank fuck!”
That makes her smile and I bend over to take her face into my hands and reward her with a kiss.
When we break apart, I tuck a silky strand of hair behind her ear.
“Relax your throat and breathe through your nose, okay? If it gets too much tap my leg.”
She nods her head, and I let out a sharp hiss when she takes me into her mouth again.
“Fuck, dolcezza , that feels incredible.”
I grip her hair again and together we get into a rhythm that’s driving me straight to the edge. I’m barely hanging on.
When she lifts her hand to squeeze my balls, it’s game over.
“Swallow every drop,” I push out through gritted teeth, my legs shaking with the strain of trying to hang on for just a few extra seconds.
A bolt of white-hot pleasure shoots up my spine and I erupt in her mouth. Mari’s throat works hard to swallow my load, but still a little cum leaks out the sides. I run a thumb over her parted lips to collect it, and her tongue darts out to lick it off me.
Fuck me, this woman is something else.
How have I lived so long without her?
Actually, I don’t think I truly lived until I found her.
Now that the blinders are off, and I finally recognize what was in front of me all along, I cannot imagine ever letting her go.
I gather her in my arms and stride to the lounge in the corner. Sitting down, I cradle her against my chest, allowing both of our breaths to even out.
“That was absolute perfection. Tell me you’ve never done this before,” I say, needing her confirmation that I’ve been the first to corrupt her mouth.
“I haven’t.”
Thank fuck. I press my lips to hers and she opens willingly. I’ve never kissed a woman after she swallowed my cum. The thought of tasting myself used to gross me out, but with Mariella, everything has changed. This is an intimacy I can’t get enough of.
Working my lips down her throat and neck, I tell her, “Good. All your firsts belong to me. Now let’s go home.”
As I set Mari back on her feet and straighten to my full height, a quiet laugh escapes me. I wanted to leave this club determined for everyone to understand that Mari is mine. But it might be the other way round.
I very much feel like hers.