Page 68 of Phantom Mine

The pain fades faster than expected, leaving behind it a surprisingly delicious burn that lights me up from the inside. Being stretched around his cock and his finger is too much.

“I don’t like it.”

His hand finds my throat once more. “Then why is your pussy fluttering greedily around my cock? Why hasn’t it stopped squeezing me since I shoved my finger up your ass?”

Oh, god. He’s right. The spasms in my pussy are completely out of my control and a direct reaction to the double penetration happening inside me.

Matteo twists his finger, eliciting a surprised and unplanned gasp from my lips. “You’re so fucking needy.” His fingers tighten around my neck and he brings his face down next to mine, his muttered words dark with anticipation, “I’m going to work you up until you can take my entire cock back here,cara. One day you’ll have ten inches buried deep inside your ass. I bet you’ll fucking love it.”

I shudder. I didn’t think Matteo would be this…dirty. Everything about him screams that he’s good in bed. It’s in the way he struts instead of walking, the way he carries himself, the way his gaze stares as if he can see right through my clothes to my naked body, but I thought he’d be more of a sensual lover. Not this demanding, definitely not this deviant.

Matteo fists my hair and pulls it to the side, lapping at the soft skin of my nape. His teeth rake down my shoulder and the combination of his mouth, his finger, and his cock pounding inside me have my stomach twisting in agonizing knots of pleasure. I’m wound so tightly, I’m like a metal coil ready to spring at any moment.

“You’re dripping wet,cara,” he mutters in my ear, tugging at my hair to arch me off the floor. “I think you’re just about ready to break, aren’t you?”

He curls his finger inside me and brushes against a sensitive spot that makes me see stars. I’m panting wildly, moaning louder than I ever have, and when he brutally bites my earlobe, I come with an explosive orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure crash through me as I writhe on the ground, desperately searching for any contact with my clit.

Matteo curses loudly when my pussy clamps down on his cock. I wince when he pulls his finger out, then yelp when his hand comes immediately down to strike my ass.

“You feel so good,” he grunts, punctuating his words with deep thrusts in my spasming pussy. “So fucking good.”

I’m boneless on the floor and he keeps fucking me, his own orgasm apparently still out of reach.

“Can I let my ass go now?” I ask.

He chuckles deeply and wraps his hands around my waist. “Yes.” My palms find the ground on either side of my head. “You’re such a good girl for asking. So submissive for me,cara. I’ll reward you for it.”

I gasp when one hand snakes around my front and brushes against my aching clit. I’m so sensitive, even the barest of touches feels almost painful. The bundle of nerves is swollen, desperate to get involved in the maelstrom of pleasure storming through me.

He slams into me with uninterrupted stamina, his hips slapping loudly against my ass.

“Again, Valentina,” Matteo orders.

He pinches my clit between his thumb and forefinger and I come with a garbled scream, my hands clutching desperately at the rug as every muscle in my body tightens.

When I come down, Matteo is still powering inside me, his thrusts still relentless and showing no signs of slowing down.

Words are impossible, otherwise I’d ask him how he can still be going. He slaps my ass and pulls my hair and grunts dirty words in my ear until I’m right back on the edge.

“Keep coming, Valentina,” Matteo growls. “Give me another. I want you to keep squeezing my cock with that tight pussy of yours.”

He seems to be able to control my body simply with his words. White explodes behind my eyes and I come for a third time. The pleasure is tinged with pain now, my body exhausted, my clit and pussy completely overrun by his fingers and cock.

Matteo doesn’t show me any mercy. Tears stream down my face as I moan loudly, the wave of need rising once again inside me. He said I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. I thought he was being hyperbolic, I didn’t think he meant it seriously.

“One more, Valentina.”

“I-I can’t,” I cry out.

Sharp, punishing thrusts meet my denial and I moan.

“If you wanted me to take it easy on you, you shouldn’t have slapped me.”Thrust.“You shouldn’t have flirted with another man.”Thrust.“You shouldn’t have ever come back toFirenze.”Thrust. “You wanted it rough and you’re getting it rough, socome for me.”

Matteo pushes against the back of my knee, shoving one of my legs up to my waist so he can bottom deeper inside me. I’m stretched impossibly wide around him, wetness lewdly covering my thighs. I rock my hips back at him, taking him in even deeper, and start fluttering my walls around him to force his orgasm. His answering grunt is pained, his hands tightening savagely around me.

A ball of tension grows, pressure pressing along every inch of my body until it feels like I’m going to shatter into a million pieces. When he thrusts a finger back inside my ass, pinches my clit with his other hand, and slams in to the hilt, I fall apart. I thrash against the floor, taking every magnificent inch of him and clamping down as hard as I can.

He curses above me. His stomach works against my ass and he comes just as loudly as I do. He fucks me through his own orgasm, palms splayed on either side of my shoulders.

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