Page 23 of Doll Face

“Yes,” she whispered, sucking in a deep breath. “I just never felt anything like this before.”

“You want more?”

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

"I knew you'd be wet for me," he whispered into her ear. “You’re absolutely fucking perfect.”

Up and down, he explored her, dipping in to circle her clit before moving down to her entrance. He slid a finger inside her pussy, causing a tsunami of pleasure to wash through her, stealing her breath. Suddenly, her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth dropped open as her orgasm hit like a freight train. He kept stimulating her, prolonging the ecstasy as long as he could. Finally, when she was completely spent, he brought her down. Her head rested against his pec.

“Who do you belong to?”

She opened her eyes, staring up at him, beyond words at the moment. He ran his nose up the side of her neck, taking little nips along the way. “Macy,” he murmured against her skin. “Who do you belong to?”

"You,” she breathed.

“Damn right,” he said, leaning down to kiss her softly on the lips. “You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

“Can I…” she glanced down, noting the large bulge in his pants. “Do you want me to help you with that?”

“Only if you want to.”

She bit her lip. “You’ll have to show me what to do.”

His finger eased the skin away from between her teeth. “Then take to your knees.”

The command in his tone sent a jolt of lust through her core. Doing as he told her to do, she placed her hands on his legs and looked up, waiting.

“Unbuckle my belt. Lower my zipper.”

She followed his instructions, then looked up at him again and waited. Wanting his instructions.

“Take me out.”

Carefully freeing his long, thick cock, this was the first time she’d held one in her hands. It wasn’t that she was a prude, but she always had something better to do, like working so she could afford her medicine.

“Jerk me,” he ordered softly. He took her hand and wrapped it around him. “As you move your hand from the bottom to the crown, squeeze.”

He demonstrated a bit, until she got the hang of it, then he eased off and let her take over. Macy made sure to watch his face, wanting to make sure he liked what she was doing. With each stroke, a little bead of moisture appeared at the tip. Curiosity had her leaning forward to lick it, and a slightly salty taste burst across her taste buds. She went back for more, growing accustomed to the flavor. Matteo groaned, his hips bucking, and she took that as permission to slide her mouth down on him.

“Oh, Christ,” he muttered, spearing his fingers through her hair. He tugged, guiding her, starting out slowly, going deeper with each thrust. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

She did as he instructed, staring him in his eyes. As he took over, controlling her head movement, it thrilled her to know she was giving him pleasure. Tears leaked from her eyes as he fucked her mouth, relaxing her throat to allow him to chase his climax.

“That’s it,” he grunted. “Jesus. Fuck. Yes, swallow me, Macy. Take it all.”

With a loud moan, he spilled onto the back of her tongue. She drank him down, and when he finished, he half collapsed. She pulled off him, wiping away the moisture from under her eyes. Gently, he helped her to her feet, then leaned forward to kiss her.

“You’re amazing,” he said.

“So are you,” she whispered.

Happiness filled her. Matteo was everything she’d ever wanted in a man, and more. She couldn’t wait to do it all over again.

Chapter Eight

Early the next morning, his cell phone rang shrilly, jolting him out of a deep sleep. Matteo blinked awake and groped blindly until he found it.

“Yes?”

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