Page 74 of Matteo

He groans as though he’s in pain, and the vibration sends a shudder through me. “Sweeter than candy, I could eat you for hours and never be satisfied.”

That velvet tongue sharpens as it opens me, sinking into me by barely a fraction of an inch. I plead for more, and he gives it to me. He’s deeper, his tongue grazing over my swollen clitoris. Please more. But he’s already moving down again.

His tongue goes deeper, and I sigh in relief. Except it’s not nearly enough. Gentle, soft, he learns me the same way he learned my mouth. That velvet tongue is a lash of fire everywhere but where I want it most. He sucks deep on my inner lips as his tongue fucks into me in a preview of what’s to come.

More, please, more. I’m close to the edge. I swear I could reach out and touch it. No.

He stops, and if there were air in my lungs, I would scream. His tongue roams down to where the wet heat of me is pooling low. I’m wondering if I’ll pass out from the shame filling me at the sound of him slurping at me echoing around us. Until his moans of pleasure at how good I taste, how much he loves how wet I am for him has the shame disappearing in a poof of smoke.

Oh, his tongue is moving again, slow, so damn slow. Matteo drives me out of my mind. Teasing, tasting, he sucks my outer lips at the same time his tongue runs over the tortured flesh. I can’t breathe. Dear god, I can’t. Finally, he lets them fall from his hot mouth.

Two fingers open me wide, and he’s sucking on my inner lips again. At first, he’s soft, almost gentle, but gradually, the suction is stronger and deeper, and—yes. Oh god, yes.

He stops again. I sob at the loss. Up his tongue moves, swirling over my swollen lips before teasing the tight bundle of nerves. It’s the lightest of touches, yet it sends me soaring over the edge of the world. Down, down, I splash into the waves and float in silky pleasure all around me.

Only he’s far from done. It doesn’t matter that all of me is still swollen and tender. Two thick fingers sink into me, finding their way to my channel. Thick and hard, they fuck me in a steady rhythm pulling me out of the waves and up into the stunning bright light. The sun is too strong, burning every inch of my sensitive skin. It’s too much. I can’t.

His mouth is back on a tight nipple, sucking deep, balancing me on the knife’s edge of pleasure and pain as his teeth graze me. Oh god, it feels so fucking good.

My hips rise to meet those fingers, wanting more, needing more. With a loud pop, he releases the tortured nipple that misses his mouth the moment it’s gone.

He’s at my other breast. His fingers go deeper at the same time he sucks harder than he did before. The combined attention of both his fingers and his mouth is shooting me close to the sun. I need to tear my skin from my body—it’s burning me alive. Too hot, I can’t take it anymore.

“Matteo, please,” I’m begging incoherently.

“That’s it, baby, come for me. I need you to come. I need to be inside you. Come for me.” He growls against my breast.

I’m so close, almost there. Please. So fucking close. His thumb slides up over that swollen bundle of nerves. Another press over my clitoris, harder—fuck yes.

It’s no gentle splash into the waves. I shatter into a million pieces—coming so hard it’s almost painful. Those fingers don’t stop, driving me to tears.

“You are so beautiful, breaking apart for me. It’s like looking directly into the sun.” He murmurs as he presses his lips to mine.

All my bones are mush. I can barely breathe as small tremors continue running through me. From far away, I feel him slip off the bed. I can barely turn my head to find him.

Undoing his belt, he slides it from around his waist. I blink, and he’s pushing down his pants with his boxers in one push.

“Oh my god.” I moan. From fear or anticipation, I’m not sure. I think it’s both.

“I warned you. It’s why I made sure you were so weak your body couldn’t fight me. I’ll fit. You can take me. You’re mine. Every inch of you was made for me.”

Fear sends my hand up to his chest. Capturing my hand, he presses his lips to the center of my palm. “Matteo.”

“All right, my love. This once, you’re in control. You control how deep I go.” He murmurs as he moves. Suddenly, I’m over him—he’s lifted me onto him. I’m on his stomach, his hard cock burning against my ass.

The fear had hardened the mush ever so slightly, but I’m still weak. Only my hands down on his chest keep me from falling on him.

Strong hands are at my hips, lifting me up. “Open for me, baby, spread your lips for my cock.”

Because I need him, I do. I gasp, losing all the air from my lungs at the feel of the thick, wet head of his cock pushing into me. Hot, so very hot.

“So hot. It’s like you’re burning me.” I moan.

“It’s to brand your pussy as mine. No man will ever fit you the way I do. You’re going to mold to fit me alone.” He grits out as he slowly impales me on him.

My arms go weak as I lower my mouth to his. Against his lips, I whisper. “You branded yourself into my very soul. If I can’t have you—I don’t want anyone.”

A hand goes into my hair and another around my throat. His kiss is fierce, commanding, demanding everything, and I give him all I am.

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