Page 182 of Phantom Mine

“That’s right, in your pretty little asshole. My greedy slut, you’re clenching me like a fist.” His free hand parts my cheeks and I feel him look at where we’re joined. A cocky smirk echoes in every word. “It’s so fuckingsnug.” He groans loudly, the sound almost tortured. “I don’t think you ever want me to leave.” He presses his lips to my ear until I can feel his teeth graze cartilage when he speaks. “I’m going to pull out, but only so I can thrust right back into your ass,cara.”

Without giving me a second to breathe, let alone process his words, his hips retreat only to jerk immediately forward.

I shriek, the sound almost completely absorbed by the hold he has on my throat. He doesn’t pause and he doesn’t relent. He immediately draws out and lurches back, spearing me with a new wave of pain. My mouth drops open and my lungs freeze.

Matteo’s gaze stays on me, his eyes dark and obsessed.

“Whose wife are you going to be, Valentina?”

“Yours,” I gasp out the words.

A dangerous growl echoes in his chest.

“That’s right,” he snarls, thrusting once. “Mine.” Another swift drive of his hips. “Myfucking wife.”

“Forever,” I whimper back at him.

His eyes gleam with possession. “Forever,” he agrees. He angles my face to stare ahead and points. “And when you promise me forever standing just over there, I want you to remember how I had you bent in half over this altar, completely at my mercy, taking my cock so far up your tight ass you could barely speak.”

This is entirely different than having him buried inside my pussy. Every move of his hips sends a current of electricity equally powered by pain and pleasure that threatens my sanityand physical ability alike. I feel like he’s about to fuck me into unconsciousness.

Stars twinkle in my vision as my entire body admits defeat and yields to its conqueror. All I can do is give in.

I go limp in Matteo’s arms, completely spent except for my vocal cords which continue to shout my cries of pleasure. He makes a soft voice of contentment. One arm snakes around my waist as the other hand holds my throat and he starts pumping into me with a senseless madness.

“Louder,” he orders, yanking my hips back to meet his thrusts. “You and I both know you can be louder. Or am I not fucking you hard enough?”

Without waiting for an answer, he increases the viciousness of his thrusts. I realize that he was taking it easy on me earlier, because his pace turns demented now. His hips snap against my ass, the lewd sound of flesh hitting flesh amplified by the steep church walls and echoing around us.

I feel like I’m about to crawl out of my skin with need. It coils inside me, hot and burning, demanding to be satiated.

“Fuck, look at this perfect ass bouncing on my cock,” he praises, as if to himself.

“More,” I urge.

The dark laugh that bubbles out of Matteo is terrifying, as is the way his hand tightens brutally around my throat. His other fingers dip between my legs in search of my aching clit. They find it with a glancing touch, only to pull away.

And then his palm slaps back down against the throbbing nub. A throat-ripping shriek leaves me.

“More?” he repeats approvingly, hips slamming against my ass. “I love how much of a perfect little slut you are behind closed doors.” His praise makes my muscles clench around him as I stare up into his face. “Fuck. Fuck, squeeze me just like that. Close this tight little asshole around my cock—yes,fuuuuck.”Matteo’s throaty groans sends a dark shiver through me. “Good girl, you’re giving me such a good ride. I’m going to stuff you full of my cum. We’re not going to stop until you've milked every single last drop from my cock.”

Matteo fucks me the way he wants—with total abandon, until I’m bouncing like a lifeless ragdoll in his arm. I have no thoughts, no feelings, nothing except the incredible sensation of his cock burying itself where no one else has ever been as he claims me forever. I don’t recognize the sounds I’m making. They sound animalistic, unlike any I’ve ever made before.

I claw at his chest, my upper body twisted towards him. My toes curl and my ass tightens impossibly around his length. The higher I climb up this mountain of arousal, the stiffer I become, the more I squeeze his cock, the sharper the stab of pleasure and pain, sending me hurtling up further still. I’m on a senseless, ceaseless cycle of building rapture being pulled closer and closer to a very steep ledge.

Matteo grunts and shouts and curses, driven equally mindless by this type of filthy fucking. His hands move desperately over the entire expanse of my body, palming my breasts and clasping my hips and, finally, pinching my clit.

My vision goes black as a violent orgasm slams into me. I’d been expecting it, but not of this magnitude.

My entire body goes slack as a climax unlike any I’ve ever had crashes through me. I scream so loudly, I lose my voice halfway through and fall into a panicked silence in which I can’t communicate the impossible heights of my pleasure.

Matteo watches me through it all with a stare that lives somewhere between crazed and possessed, before eventually toppling over into demented as his features twist. His expression turns pained for a moment.

“You’re clamping so tightly around me, it feels like you’re going to rip my dick off,cara,” he grunts gutturally. “I can’t believe how fucking good you feel.”

He keeps thrusting into my abused ass with every crippling wave of ecstacy that slams into him. Nuzzling my neck with a possessive growl, he adds, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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