Page 180 of Phantom Mine

“Take off your clothes and go bend over the altar,” I direct.

Somewhat surprisingly, Valentina does as I ask without a word. She rips off her shirt and leaves it behind as she tiptoes over to the altar, her toned legs and perky ass beckoning hypnotizingly to me as she walks away. Her cheeks bounce ever so slightly, luring me to her like a siren luring a sailor to his death.

I follow quietly, taking my time. My clothes join hers on the floor until we’re both stark naked in this church, her bent over an altar in an ultimate act of sacrilegious submission, me standing behind her, hands hovering inches from her skin.

My hands close around the area where her small waist tapers off into her thick ass and she startles.

“Nervous,cara?” I purr, stroking her skin softly.

Her breathing is shaky. “Mhmm.”

I palm her cheeks and press them open, glancing down at her most intimate place. Her hole winks at me, almost insolently teasing. It glistens thanks to the oil and I dribble a line of spit on it to lubricate the muscles further.

“I’d make you suck my cock first if I wasn’t in such a hurry to fuck your virgin ass,” I rasp, my voice rough with arousal.

She turns her face to the side and opens her mouth to answer. A strangled sound falls from her lips when I place the head of my cock against her entrance. Her eyes fly open wide but I don’t press in. Instead, I leave it there for a couple of seconds, letting her get used to the idea.

My cock is huge against her target. This isn’t going to be easy for her and the tightness in Valentina’s shoulders tells me she’s well aware.

“Slow…” she begs.

I hum in response. “You can take it as rough as I want it.”

Valentina’s breath cuts off abruptly when I add pressure. Her muscles immediately resist my advance. They bunch together in defense of my attempted invasion. Fuck, I love that she’s going to make me work for it.

I reach down from her hips and gently start rubbing the area with soothing strokes of my thumbs. My hips press forward and I bear down even harder, drawing a yelp from Valentina’s lips.

“Relax for me,” I order in a quietly authoritative voice. My palm runs dominantly down the length of her spine.

Her tailbone arches towards me and she whimpers. My head parts the muscles until the rim of her ass is pulled so taut, the skin goes white. There’s something about watching her ass attempt to close around my cock that drives me absolutely mad with lust. It takes superhuman effort to hold myself back from riding her as hard as I want.

“I wish you could see this,” I moan, transfixed by the sight. “You’re sucking my dick straight into your tight ass.”

“I c-can’t.”

“Shhh,” I soothe, running a calming hand down her spine. “Look at you…swallowing me right in there.”

Slowly, I sink deeper inside until I feel the muscles start to give way. Valentina thrashes beneath me. Her hands shoot out, accidentally toppling a nearby candelabra. It hits the ground and must make a litany of noises, but I doubt either one of us registers it.

Valentina moans and fists the altar cloth as I start to thrust against her resistance.

“Come on,cara. Let me hear you moan,” I order. “Let me hear you call my name.” I lean over her back to whisper against her ear. The shift pushes me forward, pressing deeper until my head breaches the ring of muscles and pops through. “There it is.”

“Matteo!” she screams in shock, her eyes wide and panicked.

“Make sure they can hear my name from outside now.”

Dark, deviant satisfaction unfurls in my core. Her muscles yield with a reluctance that makes me want to roar my pleasure. I’m taking every inch of submission from her body, conquering her and making her mine in a way she can never deny again. “You’re opening up for me, Leni. I can’t get enough of you.”

“Oh god, oh god,” she says between strangled screams. “I can’t take anymore.”

“That’s the best part,” I purr, my control fraying. I’m dangerously close to snapping. “You’re going to take itall.”

Chapter Forty-Nine

Valentina

My thighs quake and my calves shake. If I wasn’t bent over the altar, my legs wouldn’t be able to hold up my weight.

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