9. Matteo #2
I keep the pressure on her panties, watching as her cunt swallows the thin strip of lace. The sight of those plump lips bulging around the fabric makes my cock throb painfully.
“Stop talking and just—”
I cut her off with another slap, harder this time. “You don’t give the orders here.”
Before she can spit out another retort, I grab both her wrists in one hand, wrenching them behind her back. She struggles, testing my grip, but I hold firm.
“Let me go!” she demands, trying to twist away.
“Not a chance.” I position my cock between her thighs, sliding the length of it along her covered pussy. The friction of the lace against my shaft sends electricity up my spine.
I start a slow rhythm, humping against her, my cock gliding through the valley of her thighs. Each time I pull back, I land another sharp smack on her ass.
“Jesus Christ!” she yelps after a particularly hard spank.
“There are no holy men here,” I chuckle darkly, delivering another stinging blow to match the first.
Her ass is turning a beautiful shade of crimson now, hot to the touch. I continue my rhythm—slide forward, pull back, spank. Forward, back, spank. Each blow makes her jerk and gasp, but she doesn’t try to escape. If anything, she’s pushing back against me harder.
“You like this, don’t you?” I taunt, increasing the pressure on her wrists. “Being held down and spanked while I rub my cock all over this wet pussy.”
“No,” she lies, but her thighs are trembling, slick with her arousal.
“Liar.” I pull her panties aside with my free hand, exposing her dripping cunt to the cool air. “Look how wet you are. Your slit is fucking drooling for my cock.”
I position the head at her entrance, teasing her with just the tip. Her breath hitches, and I feel her trying to push back, to impale herself on me.
“Aht aht, only good girls get dick and your mouth has been writing checks your ass can’t cash, Contessa.”
“Fuck you,” she hisses, straining against my grip. “I’m not your fucking pet.”
I release her wrists, but only so I can grab her panties with both hands. With one vicious rip, I tear the lace clean off her body, the sound of ripping fabric echoing in the room. Before she can react, I bunch the soaked material in my palm and shove it into her open mouth, silencing her protests.
At the exact same moment, I drive my cock into her cunt in one thrust.
“FUCK!” I all but roar as her pussy swallows me whole, so tight and hot it’s like being gripped in a velvet vise. Her muffled scream vibrates around the makeshift gag, her back arching sharply as I bottom out inside her.
I hold myself there, balls-deep in her cunt, savoring the way she pulses and clenches around me. Her ass is pressed flush against my hips, those spanked cheeks hot against my skin.
Her pussy convulses around my shaft, adjusting to my size. I can feel every twitch, every squeeze as her body struggles to accommodate me. I grab a fistful of her purple hair, yanking her head back.
“Look at you,” I growl, starting to move with slow, deep strokes. “Gagged with your own fucking panties, stuffed full of my cock. Not so damn bratty now.”
Her muffled whimpers turn into moans as I pick up the pace. The wet, obscene sound of my cock plunging in and out of her soaked pussy fills the room. I release her hair to grip her hips with both hands, digging my fingers into her flesh hard enough to leave marks.
“You’ve been needing this,” I grunt, slamming into her harder. “Walking around with this empty cunt, pretending you don’t want me to fill it.”
She tries to say something around the gag, but it comes out as a garbled moan. Her hands fist in the sheets, knuckles turning white as she braces against my thrusts.
I reach beneath her, finding her clit swollen and slick. I press down on it with my thumb, rubbing rough circles as I continue to pound into her. Her reaction is immediate—her whole body jerks, and a fresh gush of wetness coats my cock.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growl, leaning over to bite her shoulder blade as I continue working her clit. “Been dreaming about this pussy for weeks. Nothing else compares.”
I feel her clench around me at my words, her cunt gripping me like it wants to milk every drop of cum from my balls. I’ve been with my share of women, but since I first laid eyes on a grown-up Contessa, no one else would have been able to satisfy me. My body knows what it wants, and it wants her.
“I haven’t fucked anyone in months,” I confess, the words spilling out as I slam into her harder. “Why bother? All I could think about was you.”
She moans around the makeshift gag, her back arching deeper as her pussy flutters around my shaft. I reach forward and yank the soaked panties from her mouth, wanting to hear every sound she makes.
“Tell me you need this,” I demand, slowing my thrusts to deep, deliberate strokes. “Tell me you need my cock.”
She gasps for air, her chest heaving. “I—fuck—I need it.”
“Need what?” I twist my hips, grinding against that spot deep inside her that makes her whole body tremble.
“Your cock,” she whimpers, pride finally crumbling. “I need your fucking cock, Matteo.”
The sound of my name on her lips sends electricity down my spine. I reward her honesty by slamming back into her at full force, my balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.
“Such a good girl now,” I praise, smoothing my hand over her reddened ass. “Taking my cock so fucking well.”