Page 53 of Matched into the Mob

“Okay.” I nibbled the impossibly soft flesh on his inner thigh.

“Just like that, yes!” He squeezed his legs, capturing my head, making me his prisoner.

Pushing his knees up, I tapped around his hole, and Matt arched his back, pleading with me to put my finger inside him. But first, I kissed it before patting the puckered flesh.

“Just do it,” he begged, and I inserted one finger up to the first knuckle.

“So good. More.”

A second and third finger slid in, and I fucked his hole and curled my fingers. Matt pitched his hips forward and back while I thrust inside him.

“Ranger, look at me.”

“Yeah.” I lifted my head.

“The finger-fucking is freaking amazing, but can we get to the cock? I’ve waited so long, like two whole days long.”

I kissed his butt cheek and heaved myself up, putting weight on my hands on either side of him.

“I’ll give you cock. You want this?” My arousal nudged his hole and slick blanketed the tip. “Or this?” I wrapped my slippery fingers around the base of his length and slid them over the shaft.

“Can I be greedy and have both?” He took hold of my dick and adjusted his head on the pillow so we were staring at one another. The gentle glow from the lamp bathed part of him in light while shadows clung to his curves.

“I might need your help.”

“Any time, any place.”His wicked grin stirred something deep inside me, and with his hands on my cock, he thrust me in his hole.

“Whoa!” My head was fuzzy, unable to grasp onto a single thought except that I was right where I was supposed to be, deep inside Matt. He was so snug and tight, and he hadn’t given a damn about me being too big.

His eyes bulged, and I was ready to withdraw in case I’d hurt him. I didn’t move while he adjusted to my girth, his chest heaving.

“That’s some cock you’ve got.”

I tamped down my pride which was even bigger than my dick and asked if he was okay.

“Just fuck me, Ranger. That was what I was promised.”

I leaned over him and kissed a trail from the base of his throat and along his jaw. Pulling out, I studied Matt, trust and desire in his gaze. I plowed into him, and he gaped while I bit my bottom lip, trying to corral my emotions.

With my body molded against Matt’s, I eased in and out, my gaze never leaving his face, wanting to catalog every emotion that crossed his face like he’d said earlier.

“What happens if I do this?” he whispered, and he squeezed around me.

I couldn’t move, containing the sensations surging through me.

“I come too soon,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Can’t have that.” He released me.

I slowed my breathing and plowed into him, filling his channel, once, twice, and three times. I anticipated him coming if I fucked him too hard and too fast, so I shackled my insatiable lust and slowed my movements, and instead, made memories to tuck away.

Matt tweaked my nipple while his other hand went to his cock, and I groaned, my head falling forward as I eased my dick into his depths.

“You like watching me do this?” He shoved his hand between us, gathering more slick and slathering it over his length.

“I do,” I told him, and when he pumped his cock, I thrust into him. His body jolted, his eyes grew wide, and he cried out as sweat trickled over his skin. I skimmed my tongue over it, lapping up the droplets.

Matt bucked his hips and urged me to fuck him harder. Our flesh slapped against one another, both of us grunting. Matt’s little whimpers grew louder, and he yelled, “I love your cock!”

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