Page 99 of Matteo

"I'm not going to last long enough to give you the pleasure you deserve."

I’m on my knees for him before he finishes the sentence. I lick at the slit already dripping with precome. Delicious. He hasn’t allowed me to do more than clean his cock because he wanted to save his come for trying to knock me up—every time he said it, it turned me on so much I couldn’t argue with him.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful on your knees with my cock in your mouth. I love how greedy you are for it.” He grits out, his jaw tight.

“I love the taste of you. Every inch of you is yummy.” I moan as I suck deep on the lone three inches of his cock I can take easily.

I’m using my left hand, annoyed my hand won’t go all the way around. I attempt to use my right hand. Before it gets within two inches of him, his hand has my wrist in a tight grip.

“No, baby.” Gently, his thumb runs over my burn. “Never mind, we’ll just go really slow.”

Shaking my head, I lick at the soft sac of him. “I want all of you. I’ve fantasized about being on my knees for you since the day in your office. Please fuck my mouth the way I wanted you to do that day.”

He inhales deep and sends both hands into my hair. “I’m not sure what the hell I did to deserve you. I envisioned the same thing. But I was already worried about how roughly I fucked you and was too afraid I would scare you away completely.”

Carefully, I suck the small sac into my mouth and tease him with my tongue. “I loved it so much I think of it almost every day. I’m grateful for all the ways you make love to me. It thrills the hell out of me when you lose control. How it’s me that turns you from a calm, sweet man to a greedy, hungry savage.”

“It’s only you. No woman has ever had this effect on me. I don’t recognize the man you turned me into at times.” His admission sends those bees into my fingertips and all the way to my toes.

“I recognize the savage as the man who frees me from all the fears I’m not sexy or beautiful enough for someone to want me for me.”

Holding me still, his cock is in my mouth. I’m wet at the growl that comes from low in his chest. At first, he’s slow, almost gentle. I open my mouth wide and love the way he picks up speed. He tips my head back and sends his cock deeper until it hits the back of my throat.

Oh my god, a wet rush of heat floods my core at what it does to me. “Your mouth is so pretty wrapped around my cock. I smell how wet you are. I love it. My sweet, dirty girl drenched over me fucking your mouth—your pussy dripping down your inner thigh. All that sweet juice is going to waste. Damn.”

I cling to his strong thighs, loving the feel of his muscles straining beneath my hands. Deeper, he surges, and I fight for air.

“That’s it. Breathe through your nose. You can take more. I know you can.”

He's fucking my mouth roughly. He pulls out until only the head of his cock remains. I suck him deep, not wanting to let him go. Oh god, he thrusts back in, and he’s in my throat. Something is seriously wrong with me to love this so much.

I can’t take it anymore and slip my fingers inside my soaking wet pussy. The growl that comes out of him rumbles through him to his cock as he slams it back into me. His hands are no longer gentle as he holds me in place.

“I’m never letting you go. You’re every wet dream brought to life. Fuck.”

Deeper he goes and I can’t believe how deep he is. I swallow. Matteo swears as he fucks my throat in short rapid thrusts.

“Swallow again.” He orders me.

I do, and his body shakes as he comes. I feel it, but he’s so deep down my throat I taste nothing. Swiping my clit once, twice, I come with a small shudder.

“Fucking hell.” Is an exhalation of air. Slowly, so slowly, he pulls out. I suck the head of his cock and let him go with a loud pop.

Shaking his head, his hands cradle my head. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

I blink, and he’s lifting me up in his arms. Gently, he puts me on the bed. I’m shivering with anticipation as he takes the bottle of lube out of the bedside table and sets it on the bed. Except he’s not done. There is a small box in his hand.

I’m curious. He shows me the box. It says it’s a backdoor training kit. There are three different sizes of plugs in the shape of a cock with a ridged head like his.

I tap the largest one. Removing it from the box, he offers it to me. I take it into my mouth and suck. His smile is wicked as gold glitters down at me.

“Such a good girl you are.” He purrs. “On your knees.”

Rolling over, I offer him my ass. A large hand runs over one cheek. Shaping it once, twice, then he smacks it hard. The sting goes straight to my core. He presses a kiss to the heated flesh. His hand goes to my other cheek, and he gives it the same treatment.

Both hands are on me, pulling my cheeks apart. The hot air washes over me seconds before his tongue is there. Oh god, he’s never done this before.

Wet, hot, his tongue is teasing me. I can’t keep my head up and allow it to fall to the bed. I’m gasping for air—holy shit. It feels amazing. His velvet tongue is stiff, determined, and fucking me as thoroughly as his fingers.

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