Matteo’s hands are between the cheeks of my ass, playing with my hole where his cock penetrates me. He strokes me with loving caresses even as he forces the ultimate submission out of me.
As dirty and obscene as this is, as much as shame flames through me, another part of me wants to do this.
He’s myfiancé.
He’s mine.
And I want to give him everything just like he has.
“I’ve wanted to take this ass since you shook it in my face on your first day atFirenze. Twerking it and bouncing it inches from my cock like you weren’t in danger of getting fucked intounconsciousness on that stage.” His voice is impossibly low, warped by desire. “I’m going to own it now,cara.”
Matteo grabs my cheeks with greedy hands and uses them to tug me back, burying his cock a couple of inches inside in one targeted thrust.
“Matteo!” I scream, arching off the altar.
Pain radiates outward from my stretched ass, tensing every muscle in my body. The more I stiffen, the harder this is going to be, I know that, but the reaction is instinctive.
Matteo grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me towards him until my back bows. His other hand wraps around my throat.
“Fuck yes, call my name.” He slaps my ass. “Louder,” he snarls. “Let God know who you belong to.”
The look he gives me is one of pure animal arrogance. He looks every inch the alpha male right now—so damn attractive that I feel fresh arousal pool between my legs. My pussy clenches in response, as does my ass. I yelp when the trembling muscles tighten around Matteo’s cock, but I’m not the only one affected.
A shuddering groan pulls from his lips, followed by a snarl. He twists my head and crushes his lips to mine. His tongue shoves into my mouth, seeking and demanding, as desperate for me as he’s always been.
When he thrusts forward, I scream into his mouth. He swallows every single sound.
“Good girl,” he praises, the words always ready on his lips. “You’re such a good girl for keeping this tight, extremely fuckable ass to yourself until I came along,cara mia.” A deep rumble echoes low in his chest. “I’m going to be stretching you out every chance I get.”
The pain fans out through my body. His cock is massive and forcing its way somewhere it wasn’t designed to fit. And yet, right beneath the throbbing ache, there’s an undeniable line ofpleasure twisting in my belly. It curls my toes and forces me to relent, welcoming him in an inch further.
I cry out. It’s suddenly too much.
A tear squeezes out past my lashes and trails off my face.
Matteo’s hand tightens around my throat. He licks the salty path back up my cheek.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” He tilts my face to the side and runs his nose up the expanse of my neck, taking in a deep inhale on a low growl. His teeth rake over my pulse point and drive me wild. “It’s not meant to be easy, Leni. I want totakeit. I want to own you, to hurt you, to teach you a fucking lesson about who you belong to.” There’s a primal look in his eyes as he purrs those words of possession.
Then he bites my ear and slams savagely forward. His cock spears past the remaining recalcitrant muscles and he buries himself ruthlessly all the way inside. The force of his thrust pushes me off my toes until my feet fly off the ground and the only thing holding me up is the altar table.
“Puta madre,” I shriek, my mind going temporarily blank.
I’m impaled so deeply on his cock that I don’t know where I end and he begins. The pressure is unreal, with every breath feeling like it could tear my lungs and ass both.
Erotic moans rip from Matteo’s throat. He fists my hair to keep me in place. My ass burns, every jerk and spasm of my overstimulated body sending waves of shock to my tender hole.
“Tell me where I just shoved my cock.”
I’m not sure how he expects me to speak when he’s robbed me of all brain function.
Matteo squeezes my throat in another show of dominance. He controls every part of my body and he knows it, the smug bastard.
“Where did you just take every inch, Leni?”
“In my ass,” I gasp.
The pleased growl that rolls up his chest nearly makes my legs give way.