19. Matteo #3
I start a slow rhythm, fucking her with the toy while my cock stays buried deep. Her inner walls clench around us both, so tight it’s almost painful. Sweat beads on my forehead from the effort of holding back, of not just pounding into her like an animal.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I groan, watching her face contort with pleasure. “So fucking full of me, aren’t you, stellina?”
She nods frantically, beyond words now. Her tits bounce with each thrust, nipples tight and begging for attention. I lean down and take one in my mouth, sucking hard, and she cries out, her back arching off the bed.
“I’m gonna start moving too,” I warn her, pulling my cock back slightly while keeping the toy buried deep. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“Please,” is all she manages, her eyes glassy with tears of pleasure.
The friction is fucking insane. Her pussy gripping both of us, my shaft sliding against the smooth surface of the dildo. Every movement has her gasping, her eyes rolling back.
“That’s it,” I growl, picking up speed. “Take us both like the greedy little slut you are for me.”
I’m barely holding it together. The sight of her pussy stretched around my cock and the toy, the wet sounds of her arousal, the way her tits bounce with each thrust—it’s driving me fucking insane.
I angle my hips, making sure my cock drags against her G-spot with each thrust. She’s trembling beneath me, her pussy clenching rhythmically around both intrusions. I can tell she’s close again—her breathing shallow, her eyes unfocused.
“You gonna come for me again?” I demand, fucking her faster. “Gonna come all over my cock and your little toy?”
“I can’t,” she whimpers, but her body says otherwise. Her thighs are shaking, her back arching off the bed. “It’s too much—fuck—I can’t—”
“You can and you will,” I order, reaching down to rub her clit. “I want to feel this tight little cunt squeezing my dick when you come.”
Her eyes lock with mine, full of desperation and need. I lean down, my mouth at her ear.
“Come for me, Contessa. Now.”
Something breaks inside her. Her whole body goes rigid, her pussy clamping down so hard around my cock that I see stars. She screams—actually fucking screams—as the orgasm rips through her, her nails drawing blood on my back.
I lose control. My balls draw up tight, and I’m coming harder than I ever have in my life.
Our orgasms seem to feed off each other, extending the pleasure until we’re both gasping and sweating. I keep moving, shallow thrusts that have her whimpering with oversensitivity, until I’ve given her every last drop.
When I finally still, we’re both breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. I ease the toy out first, making her gasp at the sudden emptiness, then slowly I pull back until my dick slips out of her pussy.
I lower my head, unable to resist tasting her again. She’s a fucking mess between her legs—my cum leaking out of her swollen pussy, her thighs slick with our combined juices. She whimpers when my tongue makes contact, sensitive from the pounding I just gave her.
“Matteo, I can’t—” she protests weakly, but I silence her with a firm grip on her thigh.
“Shh,” I murmur against her flesh. “Just let me taste us together.”
I lick a slow stripe up her pussy, savoring the mixture of her sweetness and my salt. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head as I clean her with my tongue, gentle but thorough. I press soft kisses to her inner thighs, admiring the red marks my stubble has left on her delicate skin.
“So fucking beautiful,” I whisper, kissing my way up her body. I pause at her stomach, pressing my lips to the place where our child grows. “Both of you.”
She’s watching me through half-lidded eyes, exhaustion and pleasure making her pliant beneath me. I continue my journey upward, stopping to worship each breast with my mouth, sucking gently on her nipples until she arches into me.
When I finally reach her face, I cradle it between my hands, thumbs stroking her flushed cheeks. Her eyes are liquid, filled with something that looks dangerously close to surrender.
“You took that so fucking well,” I tell her, my voice rough with emotion.
She shivers, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
“The way you let go for me,” I continue, pressing my forehead to hers. “Fucking beautiful when you stop fighting it and just take what I give you.”
I capture her mouth in a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue, the evidence of what we just did together. She moans softly, her hands coming up to grip my biceps.
“Never seen anything hotter than you coming apart on my dick,” I murmur against her lips. “The way your pussy grips me when you cum, like it’s trying to milk every drop.”
I roll to the side, pulling her with me so she’s draped across my chest. Her purple hair fans out over my skin, a stark contrast to my olive tone. I stroke her back in long, soothing motions, feeling her breathing slow as exhaustion takes over.
“Get some sleep, stellina,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You need rest.”
It doesn’t take long for her body and mind to relax as I feel her go lax and fall victim to sleep. Then, and only then, do I allow my own eyes to close.
I’m so fucking gone for this woman.