Page 117 of Phantom Mine

“Good girl,” he rasps, voice husky with arousal. “Seven days since I last ate your pussy. That’s too fucking long. Spread your legs for me.”

Matteo grins at the excited sound that escapes my lips. “So eager for it, my little slut,” he purrs, moving between my legs.

“So hungry for it,” I retort, ”My little w—oh my god!” I scream when Matteo laps at my pussy.

He chuckles, a deep, warm sound that echoes between my thighs and ricochets off my center.

“Not so mouthy now, are you?” he taunts. Before I can answer, his face is back buried in my pussy. “You’re drenched,cara. Absolutely dying for me, aren’t you?”

He dives into my folds, parting my lips and finding my entrance with practiced expertise. Garbled sounds of pleasure rip from my throat as his tongue pushes in slowly. His eyespierce into me from above my pussy, not missing a second of my torment.

“Matteo,” I moan. “Matteo…ah.Ahh.”

His arms wrap around my thighs and tug me into him, bringing my pussy tight against his face. He only seems satisfied when he’s being suffocated between my thighs—I didn’t know that was a quality I needed in a man, but now that I have it, I know I won’t be able to live without it.

I rock into the swipes of his tongue, following the movements of his assault as I pant loudly. I’m thrashing against the mattress, fisting the sheets and arching my back as sizzling hot pleasure spreads from my core and through my entire body.

Matteo doesn’t eat me like a famished man. He eats me like a foodie who’s just been given his favorite meal. He’s slow, almost lazy with it, taking his time tasting every inch, every curve and valley of my pussy, lapping my juices up and twirling his tongue in a teasing dance along my lips, the combination of it all driving me mad with lust.

“You taste so fucking good, Leni. So fucking sweet,” he grunts. “So fuckingmine.”

Arousal is coiled tightly in my belly. Matteo keeps me on the verge of an orgasm, edging me towards it and then drawing me back at the last second until tears of frustration pool in the corners of my eyes.

“Please.”

“Please, what,cara mia?”

“Please let me come,” I implore, my pride forgotten.

Two fingers replace his tongue and plunge inside me. “Oh, fuck!” I groan, trying to turn on my side. Matteo splays a hand on my lower belly, keeping me flat on the mattress.

“Only if you promise to scream for me,” he answers. His palm slides up my stomach to knead my sensitive breast. He tweaks my taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger as hisfingers curl inside me, brushing against the delicate skin of my walls.

Stars explode behind my eyes. When he lowers his head and closes his lips around my clit, sucking it into his mouth in tandem with the caress of his fingers, I close my eyes and come with an ear-splitting scream. My thighs clamp around his hand as I ride his fingers through the entirety of my climax. Spasms rock me to my core, clenching my muscles down around him as wave after wave hits me.

When I open my eyes, I find Matteo crawling over my limp body with a cocky grin on his lips. He slips his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean as he watches me, his gaze hooding with thick, violent desire.

He groans in primal appreciation of my taste and releases his fingers, sitting up on his knees between my legs.

“I know you like a degradation kink,” he says, reaching into his sweatpants. “But tonight, all I want to do is praise you.”

He pulls out his throbbing cock and fists it in his hand. His eyes stay on me as he starts stroking himself. He’s so hard, his length looks almost angry. Veins protrude along the sides of him, his tip bright with color. Every muscle in his arms and torso are contracted, almost like it’s taking everything in him to hold himself back.

“What are you waiting for then?”

A tight, feral smile tugs the left corner of his lips. “I’m trying to calm myself down. Otherwise I’ll fuck you hard and rough and that’s not what I want tonight.”

I sit up, licking my lips as I reach for his cock. “I can help–”

Matteo growls. He grabs my wrist before I can touch him and pushes me back down on the bed, coming over me.

“Fuck. No.I’m not coming down your throat tonight, which is exactly what’ll happen if you wrap your pretty lips around my cock. No,” he purrs, stroking my breasts with both hands. “Iwant to mark these tits with my cum and I want to watch you fall asleep with it drying on you.”

He hooks an elbow beneath my knee and pulls my leg up to his shoulder. Before I know it, I feel his cock pressing at my entrance, demanding entry. He doesn’t ask for it, he simply pushes in, parting my walls inch by inch as he sinks into me. His head falls forward, his chin going to his chest as a long, agonized moan rumbles up the length of his throat and past his lips. It’s then I realize he’s fucking me without a condom.

“I can feel everything,” he says in a strangled whisper. “Every warm, wet part of you desperately clenching around my cock.” His forehead comes to mine and he blows out a deep breath. “Fuck,cara. You might actually kill me.”

Then he drops his head and kisses me slowly. Exquisitely slowly, his fingers threading through my hair and pulling me closer. His lips moving languorously over mine. His tongue lazy and unhurried.

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