Page 75 of Matteo

Oh god, my body melts into him—unable to stop sinking onto his thick, long cock. He is silk over steel, forcing my body to allow him inside. Deeper, I can’t take any more—I can’t. I feel every ridge, bump, and vein searing into me.

“Just a little more, baby. You can take me. I’m so proud of you.” He croons low.

I want to argue, to tell him that I can’t. But his thumb finds my clit—oh god. My legs give out from trying to hold myself up, and we’re skin to skin, and it’s utter perfection.

“That’s my good girl. You took every inch. I told you, you were made for me. Your pussy fits me perfectly.”

Pride at taking him sends my hands down on his chest and me up. Grinding on his cock, I shiver at how amazing he feels.

“You’re so damn beautiful.” Is a growl from low in his chest. A large hand reaches up to cup my breast. “I can’t wait until I see our baby here.”

The words send me in motion on him, desperate for him to come inside me and give me his baby. “I need you.”

“I’m right here, my love.” A hard thumb teases an aching nipple.

“I need you to take over. I love it when you do.” The words are barely a whimper.

Gold blasts me. “Then I’ll give you everything you ask for.” It’s a promise.

His hands are back on my hips, holding me in place. Oh god. He’s moving now. How am I on top, and he is in such complete control? Harder and harder, he’s answering my pleas to fuck me as hard as I need.

Yes, just like that. I can’t hold myself up and collapse on his hard, wide chest. He holds me tight and fucks me like a man possessed.

So close. So close. It’s right there. I hit my climax, and once again, I’m falling from the heavens into him. Matteo catches me and holds me safe in his arms. With a groan, he comes too, filling me full of wet heat. Oh god, oh god, it sends me spinning into another small orgasm so tender and sweet.

The pounding of his heart under my ear and inside me sends me into the darkness with a smile. I know this isn’t a dream because no dream I have ever had in my life has ever been this amazing.

Matteo

I feel Amy slip into sleep. But I’m unwilling to even blink for too long. A part of me is terrified this is still somehow a dream. That when I awaken, I’ll be alone in my bed again.

Except, when I dreamed of her before, the taste of her sweet pussy wasn’t coating my tongue. The scent of her skin and hair didn’t sink into my lungs with every breath. Her pussy didn’t cling to my cock as if she didn’t dare let me go. This isn’t a dream because it’s better than any dream I’ve had of this moment.

I won’t kick Rafe’s ass. Hell, I don’t know if there’s a gift good enough to thank him for giving me Amy here in my bed—my arms. Nothing about the moment I admitted I loved her went the way I thought it would. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Hearing her say it, my arms tighten around her without thought. I will never get tired of those words on her lips. The way her eyes melted as she looked into mine.

Finally, Amy is aware she’s mine forever and wants to be. The same way I want to be hers. I want to scream it from the rooftops. I want to tell everyone I have ever met in my life that this beautiful, sweet, intelligent woman loved me. I won her heart, and I’m never letting her go.

There are a hundred things I want to do: call a wedding planner, buy a house yesterday, call work, and tell them I’m never coming back—change everything in my life to make this woman happy. Yet those would take me away from the now of me buried in her body with her in my arms. And the only place I want to be is here.

CHAPTER 23

Matteo

We were pulled out of bed and the tangle of our bodies by a demanding Layla only a few hours after we made love.

I had to send Amy in to take a shower while I was feeding Layla because the sight of her all glowing and soft and wearing my shirt was keeping my cock so hard it fucking hurt. She thought it was funny. I promised her a spanking later for laughing at my pain. Then she turned my cock to stone when she blushed and told me she was looking forward to it.

If Layla weren’t in my arms, I would have followed her into the bathroom and given her delicious round ass the spanking she wanted. Something she wanted that I never planned on giving her. When I realized the bastard hit her, I decided I would never spank her. I never want her to fear me.

In the past, I’ve spanked women to add to the pleasure of taking them from behind and during anal. I enjoyed it, but it wasn’t necessary for me to come. Although I did it so often, I didn’t even think of it when I was with Amy. And I’m a bastard for the relief I felt when she asked for me to spank her again.

While I always did my best to ensure a woman was soaking wet to take my cock, one woman—a cardiologist who worked in the hospital—told me she didn’t need it. After our first time together, she asked me to spank her and fuck her without concern she wasn’t as wet as I always tried to ensure she was. I did as she requested. She came quickly and so hard it shocked me.

She explained she enjoyed a small measure of pain that happened with spanking and rough sex since I had to work harder to get my cock deep into her. Afterward, she told me she was into BDSM. I had heard of it. However, I had no plans to learn anything about it.

Up until her, I was extremely vanilla, almost boring. Sex was strictly in a comfortable bed, missionary, and a few times from behind. At the time, I wasn’t even into anal. With my size, I didn’t want to ask for more than a woman seemed comfortable with. Rafe had the talk with me before I went to college to always keep a woman’s pleasure as the priority and to ensure she came several times before I did.

I learned a lot about the lifestyle and what appealed to her. And the longer we discussed it, the harder my dick got.

---