39. Zoe
39
Zoe
"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." – Emily Bront?
T his might be the fastest car ride of my life because Matteo is flying through the suddenly empty streets when usually they are full of locals and tourists alike. His hands are gripping the steering wheel as if his life depends on it.
This kind of Matteo is my undoing. His raw desire for me is my kryptonite and my pussy throbs more and more with each second. When I go to slip my hand underneath the gown to touch myself Matteo barks out, “Don’t even think about it.”
“But I need it, baby,” I whine, and he shoots me a look.
“Good. Keep your pussy nice and wet for me, cover your thighs with your juices that I will be licking off you the second we get home. But don’t you dare touch her.”
Usually, I would love to taunt him, but I know better than to tease my hungry beast. So, I bite down on my lip and pray he drives even faster.
The second he parks the car, my door is flung open, my body in his arms again as he carries me inside, no longer caring who I’m flashing with my near nudity around here. But now we’re back in our loft, in our space.
Just him and I.
Our lips seal together as our hands tear at each other’s clothes.
“I don’t know where to start,” Matteo mumbles into my mouth since he won’t stop kissing me long enough to pull away and say the words.
His hands are everywhere, roaming over my body clad in that hideous hospital gown.
“Start anywhere, everywhere. Just…please,” I beg him, and Matteo lowers me to the make-shift bed we have and trails kisses mixed with bites over my body.
His soft lips everywhere, just like I asked while my fingers treaded through his hair, over his broad shoulders, digging into his strong flesh.
Matteo brings his face up in between my tits, his hands holding me on the sides with his fingers brushing underneath my breasts and inhales the scent of my skin. Leaving a trail of goosebumps over it.
“God, you are so perfect. You are my air, Zoe.” His breaths fans over my razor-sharp nipples, and my body arches in an invitation. “I love you,” he whispers into my skin, and I clutch his hair stronger. “My mouth loves you. My cock loves you.”
“I-I love you too. All of you. All of it.” I’m panting.
“Tell me how much you want me to fuck you. How much you’ve thought about it.”
“So very, very much,” I whine. “Please.” The ache between my legs is almost unbearable.
Matteo pulls himself up, sitting on his knees and brings the leaking tip of his huge cock to my pussy. “You are the first and only woman to have me bare. I won’t stand to have anything in between us. Ever.” He rubs himself over my entrance, making me delirious with every circle he makes, spreading his precum over my lips.
“Matteo!” I groan, clawing at his arms to come closer, deeper and he pushes inside. Just a little bit. Just the tip, yet both of us are breathing raggedly and Matteo’s eyes are shut closed while he’s murmuring curses about how tight I am and how I will be the end of him.
With just the tip in, I’m ready to come, my skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. I am ready to burst out of my skin for this man.
“You feel too good. I can’t.”
“Matteo, you better move. You better give me all of you.”
“Marry me, Zoe Holstead,” he says, sending me in a fit of giggles.
“I’ll do anything, just fuck me, please.”
Matteo snaps his eyes to mine. “I’m serious.”
And he is, based on the look on his face, on the tremble in his voice. Oh God . He is.
“W-what?” All humor is gone from my face.
“Marry me, Beastie. Be my wife. Be mine.”
“You cannot be seriously asking me that right now.” I bulge my eyes at him. “The tip of your dick is inside me!” I point down, in case he forgot what we were doing over here.
“I think it’s perfect timing.” He smirks, pushing in just a bit further and my breath catches. I catch onto his forearms, but he stops again. “So?”
I narrow my eyes at the hot-as-sin man on top of me, “Are you using your cock as a bait to get me to say yes?”
“Sure am.” He gives me another inch and my breath shudders. “Marry me, Zoe.”
I shake my head, silent laughter escaping me as I bring my hands over my head. He’s ridiculous, insane, crazy…but he’s mine.
No, the boyfriend title never did feel right.
“And all these years, Hope thought the romance was dead. She just hadn’t met my fiancé.”
This time it’s Matteo who sucks in a sharp breath right before a beaming smile stretches across his lips. “Fiancé? Is that a yes, Beastie?” He hovers over me.
“I guess it is. It’s not like I can get rid of you anyway, so might as well have the perks of the marriage, like splitting the bills and chores. Oh, and taxes!” I can barely keep my smile at bay at his narrowed eyes. It’s too easy to tease him.
“That’s why you want to marry me? For tax deductions?”
“Mm-hmm.” I nod, rolling my lips.
“I’ll show you tax deductions.” His nostrils flare a second before he dips his head and bites on my nipple. Hard.
“Matteo!” I scream but he keeps biting. “No, no! Not just for taxes. I love you, baby! Stop biting me!”
“Yeah? Then why?”
Without a hint of fear or hesitation, I place my hand over his bearded cheek and look right into those dark, warm eyes. “Because I want to wake up next to you every morning. I want to raise our daughter together and deal with her teenager tantrums together. God knows I won’t be able to handle that on my own.”
We share the same smile, knowing how right I am about that.
“I want to feel your warmth around me. Because I never knew love like ours. Never felt as accepted for who I was—flaws and all. Because I want to be with you every step of the way as you build your career and serve as your muse until the end of time. Want to see your handsome face full of wrinkles and your hair gray. I want to be here for all of it because I can’t imagine doing it with anyone else. Can’t imagine being anybody else’s wife. Just yours, Matteo.”
“So, not just for taxes?”
I laugh loud and hard, tears of joy slipping past my lashes. “No. Not just for taxes.” I brush my fingers over his cheek again and find them wet, covered with his own tears.
“Baby…” I whisper my hand to his lips, kissing every finger as his eyes bore into mine.
“I didn’t believe him,” he seems to say to himself.
“Who?”
“Don’t move,” Matteo tells, slipping out of me and running down the stairs buck naked before I can comprehend what just happened.
“Matteo! Where did you go? Are you crazy? Get back here right this second! We are in the middle of sex, for Pete’s sake!” I cry out, lifting up into a sitting position and glaring at the stairs, willing him just to show his face right now.
A few seconds later, Matteo appears, carrying something in his hand but I’m on a war path right now, so I don’t even care what his excuse is.
“I am definitely reconsidering this whole marriage thing,” I say as he approaches the bed, climbing on top of it again.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Totally. Who does this? How hard is it just to give me your cock like a good boy?” Matteo is right beside me, lifting my hand back to his mouth and then wraps his hand over mine but once again, my every ounce of blood is in my neglected vagina so I can’t comprehend what he’s doing. “And here I thought you were the one eager to do this part. Running out of the hospital like that. Who does this?” I cry out again, but he is just sitting there, holding my hand in his and smiling like a child in Target’s toy section.
“What are you smiling at?” I say in a low, snarky voice.
Matteo bites his lip, those eyes glistening as he lowers them to my left hand and my rant stops just like that. Along with my heart.
There is a ring on my finger. A beautiful, intricate ring with a gold band covered in delicate swirls and engravings and a large, oval moonstone on top of it.
“I didn’t believe there would ever be a day in my life I wanted to see this ring on anyone’s finger.” He lifts his eyes up to mine. “Until I saw you in the delivery room with tiny Mellie on your chest.”
“Matteo,” I breathe out, lifting it to see it better. “It’s so beautiful.”
“It was my mother’s. Dad made it himself and told me that one day, when I meet the one who knocks the wind out of my chest, setting the world right, this ring will belong to her. I wasn’t going to wait another minute to slip it on your finger,” he says and cups my face he kisses me.
First, gently with tenderness, but that’s never been us, and it turns raw and feral in seconds with Matteo climbing over me, his thick, hard cock resting in between my legs as my hips buck, looking for that connection to him. Now more than ever.
Matteo’s hands reach out to mine, entwining our fingers together as his lips lower, devouring my neck. Sucking and biting on it and his cock pushes inside me.
Hard. Fast. All the way to the hilt.
Sheathing himself into my tight pussy that screams in a tiny protest mixed with pleasure. It’s been so long since I’ve felt him. Since the best night of my life. The one I was keeping in my mind as a fevered dream without a single thought of it becoming my future.
“God, you are so fucking tight,” he groans, holding himself inside me.
This. This connection between us. It’s stronger than words. It’s more than carnal needs.
It’s everything .
“Move, Matteo. Please move. Fuck me. Love me. Own me.” With a low growl, he does just that, pulling out nearly all the way and slamming back in while all I can do is moan and call out his name.
“What? That was enough romanticism for you? Does my fiancée want to be fucked like my own whore?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant and that sets him off.
Matteo flips us, with me on top of him and impales me on his cock again. “Oh, God,” I whisper, feeling him up in my soul.
“I wanted to fuck you from the back. Wanted to see that ass as I stretch your pussy with my cock, but I thought this would be more romantic. Seeing as it’s our engagement fuck.”
“Aren’t you the gentleman.”
“Hold that thought.” His hands squeeze firmly around my hips, to the point of pain that walks right on the edge of delirious pleasure. Using the hold on me he lifts me up and down, setting ruthless pace and fucking me hard from the bottom and all I can do is claw my fingers into his chest, holding tight.
“So, so good.” My head falls back as I feel the first tendrils of my climax taking root.
Matteo’s hands vanish from my hips as he lifts himself up, meeting me and wraps his mouth around my nipple, sucking the milk out greedily as he keeps fucking me and I feel his cock grow thicker, pushing against my walls. And then there’s a sharp slap across my ass. The kind I will bear a mark from for days and I know I’m done for it.
There is no stopping it. I feel that wave crashing over me as it sets me, my whole world blurring when I come harder than I ever had and with a long grunt Matteo follows right after me.
Sweaty, panting and hot we fall to the bed, lying next to each other without talking for a few minutes.
“I just fucked my fiancée for the first time. This feels monumental,” he says through harsh, labored breathing, and all I can do is just laugh.
“You are ridiculous.” I shake my head at him, still catching my breath and then crawl atop his body, his cum still leaking out of me. Now coating his still hard cock. “But I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”
“Yeah?” His mouth curves up as his hand draws across my back.
“Yeah. I’m kind of crazy about your ridiculousness.” I bend down, pressing a kiss to his waiting mouth.
“Okay, I know I should be saying something sweet right now, but my brain is glitching.” He gives me this cute, wild stare and then whisper-yells. “There is both of our cum all over my cock and it’s so fucking hot it’s driving me insane. So store that thought, we will get back to it.”
With another giggle I’m on my back, living out my every fantasy and dream. Again and again because my man is insatiable.
And so am I.
This is it. This is my forever.
Matteo: I did it. I locked her down.
Alec: I will need you to elaborate because Hope and I just finished ACOMAF, and words like “I locked her down” are a bit of a trigger these days.
Luke: What the fuck is ACOMAF?
Alec: A Court of Mist and Fury. It’s the one after ACOTAR.
Luke: What the fuck is ACOTAR?
Alec: Have you been living in a cave? How do you not know this? It’s only the most essential book in the world of books.
Luke: You better pray my wife didn’t hear that. Because you just became her mortal enemy.
Alec: Go ahead, ask Gracie what she thinks about ACOTAR. We are buddy-reading.
After two minutes…
Luke: Who the fuck is Rhys and why is my wife obsessed with him? And stop buddy anything with my wife.
Alec: Not gonna lie, I have a major man-crush on the guy.
Jacob: Is everyone just going to ignore Matty’s statement?
Matteo: All good. I already texted my other friends. The real ones, you know.
Alec: Did he just question our friendship?
Jacob: He totally did.
Luke: I still do…a year later.
Alec: Matty, meet us at my tattoo shop in ten minutes! We will show you real friendship.
Matteo: Why does that sound like a threat?
Luke adds Joy and Hope to the chat.
Hope: Alec Colson, I swear to God, if you come home with another name tattooed on your ass, you are sleeping on the porch.
Joy: Well, that answers the question why my husband just ran out the door like his ass was on fire.
Hope: Why aren’t you pissed about this?
Joy: Honey, the man kept me up whole night, arguing why we should get a crocodile. An ass tattoo is a blessing at this point.
Joy: You hear that Jacob? Ass tattoo equals no crocodiles as pets.
Jacob: Damn it. See what sacrifices I make for you Matty! That’s real friendship.
Joy: Yet you still don’t know that Matteo proposed last night.
Hope: Solid burn.
Luke: Forget those idiots and come over! We will celebrate!
Joy: Don’t you dare! I need that ass tattoo!
Hope: If Matteo shows up with Alec’s name tattooed on his butt, don’t be surprised.
Zoe: What?
Joy: And Jacob’s.
Zoe: I am so lost right now.
Hope: Oh no, you are just in Loverly Cave.