Page 46 of Stolen Queen

“Okay.” He smiles, kissing my inner thigh. Then he maneuvers my legs over his shoulders, putting his mouth over my center. My fingers grip the sheets, not sure what’s going to happen next.

His tongue slides through my folds, and my world tilts off its axis. “Oh!”

I can’t explain what he’s doing, except that his tongue is everywhere. Licking and lapping. Swirling and flicking and sucking. Now I feel like I’ve grabbed a live wire. Everything inside me is lit up, on fire, burning hot, coiling tighter.

"More." Did that come from me?

He hums in response, the vibration reverberating through me. The pleasure builds to a crescendo of sensations. I’m lost, lost in a whirlwind of heat and fire and pressure.

“Matteo.” I’m whimpering with need. Something has to give, and yet, I worry what will happen when it does. The pleasure is almost too much, bordering on torture.

“Time to come,” he murmurs against me. He slides a finger inside me as his lips suckle the hard nub between my thighs. I feel like I’ve been shot out of a cannon. Everything explodes. My brain. My cells. My nerves. I cry out as the pleasure rockets through me, my body rocking and writhing through it all.

Even as my body settles down, I’m still pulsing between my thighs. Matteo gives me one last kiss down there and then moves up my body. He kisses my lips, and at first, I want to be revolted. But the way he holds me, his dick hard between us, I find tasting myself on his lips to be hot. Intimate.

“Was it better?” he asks.

“That was…” I make a motion with my hands to illustrate that my brain was blown.

His grin is wide and beautiful. “Good.” He gives my nipple another quick pinch and then gets out of bed. His dick is tenting his sweatpants, and it occurs to me that I’m the only one getting any pleasure from all this.

“Does it hurt?” I ask.

“Does what hurt?” He goes to his closet and pulls out a hanger with dark slacks and a matching coat.

I point to his dick. “Your erection.”

He smirks. “You mean my hard-on?”

I frown. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“Sorry. No. It’s fucking uncomfortable, but it doesn’t hurt.”

“Can I help?”

He groans. “Fuck… you don’t know your impact on me.”

Is that good?

He waves his hand. “It’s okay. I’ll deal with it in the bathroom.”

“Can I watch?” Again, I’m not sure how my curiosity toward sexual acts has short-wired my mouth.

He gapes at me, and I realize it’s the first time I’ve taken him off guard. I sort of like it.

I rise from the edge of bed and go to him. I carefully pull his waistband out and down until his dick is free. It’s amazing. Beautiful, even. I run my finger from root to tip, surprised at how soft the skin is over the hard length.

“Ava.” His voice sounds tortured.

I look up at him. “I want to see you come.”

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MATTEO

I’m a goner. I’m so hard and hot, it’s a wonder I’m not coming like Old Faithful.

I push her hand away. “Cover up.” My voice is terser than I want, but I need to put some distance between us to temper the driving need to fuck her hard, fast.

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