Page 56 of Matteo

“Let. Me. Go.” I growled and finally found some strength to force him away from me.

He barely budged but his hands fell away as he stepped back.

“I’m done chasing you, Rain. You belong to us. Your body. Your mind. Your pussy…”

He was a psychopath because who in the fuck was this, “us,” he kept mentioning.

“There is nobody else here but the two of us, and I don’t know how you’re doing this FBI Boy but you’re in here,” I pointed to my head. “And I’m going to find a way to get you out.”

Our eyes clashed and, in a flash, he was on me our mouth’s coming together like a hurricane and a coastline.

I immediately opened for him, my mouth parting with ease.

“One dream with me,” he whispered against my mouth. “And I know you’re going to come and find me in person tomorrow.”

“Ugh,” I rolled my eyes. “Please shut u…”

His mouth was back, and we were easily biting at each other’s lips. Matteo Zacharra, the golden boy, a real-life fucking Captain America was invading my senses.

And I liked it.

The exhaustion that I’d felt earlier was disappearing.

It was leaving because I was letting myself feel something I’d been deeply denying for a very long time.

Lust.

I liked it when he looked at me, even when I acted as if I didn’t.

His hands began to slide from my wrist…down my body.

Finally, they gripped both my ass cheeks with force pulling them up and pushing me in close.

His dick had grown hard against my belly, and I was wet.

Each fold between my legs was slick and wet and waiting and my pussy was pulsating.

“I can smell it Stizzy,” he whispered against my mouth. “I know what you taste like. And I need to taste it again.”

In the blink of an eye, the dreamscape changed, and we were in my bedroom. Something told me that I’d never had control of my dream to begin with. That he’d let me run and run until I’d become too exhausted.

And now here the two of us were, my defenses down and my pussy dripping wet.

Softly, he pushed me back against the bed. She sheets like a cloud of coolness against my flesh and a pleasant scent filled my nose.

He came forward and peeled the white T-shirt from his body revealing the ripped abs and smooth skin underneath.

This dream was becoming more and more intense and real.

As his fingers worked over the worn dark jeans he was wearing, I sucked in a breath. He was gorgeous, there was no way else to describe it. A dark patch of hair eased into view as the jeans began to be unzipped. His dick sprang free, hard and thick like an unopened can of Redbull.

He was going to stretch me…

A grin danced onto his face as the bed dipped under his weight.

“I’ve thought about this for a long, long time, Stizzy,” he whispered easing his head between my legs.

The white dress, still on my body was slid up, and his hand came to rest on my belly as if to hold me in place.

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