Page 45 of Stolen Queen

I study him, not sure what he means.

“You come on to me without warning, I might just toss you on the bed and sink my cock inside that sweet pussy of yours.”

There’s a part of his warning that excites me, but another part feels unsure. With his dick evident in the towel, I’m notsure I’m ready for what it could be like, especially if Matteo is normally rough.

I take a step back.

“I hope I didn’t scare you now… or last night," he says.

I shake my head. “I liked last night.”

He smiles. “Good. That was the point.”

“Can we do it again?” I realize how nuts I sound. I’m afraid of sex, but I want his touch. I crave it.

Matteo chuckles. "You’re ready for more so soon?"

I feel my cheeks heat in a blush. I swear I don’t understand how I’m just blurting all this embarrassing stuff out.

“I tell you what,” he says, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and slipping them on along with a T-shirt. “I’ll show you something new.”

The fact that he’s dressing tells me he’s not planning to have intercourse. If what he’s thinking is anything like last night, I’m totally up for it.

“Okay.”

“You need to get undressed.” His tone tells me I can decline. I’ve never been naked in front of a man before, and while I’m self-conscious, I’m also eager to have him touch me.

I tug off my shirt and jeans.

“Bra and panties too. Then lie on the bed.”

I swallow, wondering if I’m getting in over my head. My body doesn’t seem to care about that. It's hot and needy, winning out over my head. I take off my bra and panties, watching Matteo’s expression. Heat flares in his eyes. He likes what he sees. It bolsters my courage.

I lie on the bed, and he joins me, covering my body with his.

“I’ve touched you. Now I’m going to taste you.” He kisses me, hard. I moan, my body arching into him, wanting to feel him.

His kisses trail down my neck, over my collarbone. He licks my nipple, and I feel like I’ve stuck my finger in a light socket. Electricity zaps through my body.

He looks up at me from between my breasts. “Are you okay?”

I nod.

“Relax, Ava. You’ll enjoy this.” He wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks, and holy moly, every nerve in my body fires all at once. I gasp and hold his head to me as he sucks and licks. It’s so good. So, so good.

His lips pull away and trail kisses down my stomach, lower and lower. I panic. “What are you doing?”

Again he looks up at me. “Tasting you.”

“But… there?”

His smile is wicked. “Yes. I’m dying to taste your sweet pussy.”

Oh. My. God. Is that a thing?

“Trust me. You’ll like this even better than last night.”

I can’t imagine he’d like it, though. But I don’t stop him. “Okay.”

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