Page 335 of Hate Mates

Gripping my thighs, his head dips between my legs, tongue swiping across my sensitive clit.

“Oh my God,” I pant out breathlessly, eyes closing as pleasure shoots through my veins.

“There is no God here to pray to or save you now,piccola vampiro.It’s just me. And I’m going to show you how a real man fucks. The only name to leave your lips will be mine. So, fucking say it. Scream it.” He growls, licking up my slit and plunging his tongue inside me.

My hands fly to his dark hair, trying to find purchase. I grip the strands, holding him to my pussy like my life depends on it. He bats my hand away, withdrawing his tongue. I whine, wriggling my body, trying to get closer to his devilish tongue. He grips my thighs, holding me in place, his dark gaze meeting mine expectantly.

My mind drifts back to a couple of seconds ago, to his demand. I know what he wants. And he won’t give me what I want until I say it.

“Matteo,” I moan out his name like a prayer.

His lips tip up in a cruel satisfied smirk.

“Good girl,” he groans.

His head drops to where I want him most, his lips latching onto my clit as a finger pushes inside my pussy. My hips roll, chasing the orgasm I so desperately want. He adds another finger, stretching me and giving me just what I need. Desire ignites in every part of my body and I free fall into the best climax of my life, screaming his name before slumping back against the door.

Matteo doesn’t give me a chance to recover. Sitting back in the seat, he grips my hips, lifting me to position me where he wants me.

“Birth control? Clean?” he barks.

“You’re so romantic,” I murmur sarcastically.

He raises a dark brow. I know he won’t go any further until I give him the answer he is looking for.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Me too.”

Without another word, his cock hits my sensitive pussy, and with one hand he guides his length to my opening before slamming inside me.

I cry out at the intrusion, the way my pussy has to stretch to accommodate him, and I feel so full it’s almost painful. Matteo stills, one hand coming up and stroking my hair in a tender gesture I never knew he was capable of.

“Have you adjustedpiccola vampiro?”

My eyes squeeze shut, accepting him and I nod.

“Open your eyes and use your damn words, Athena.”

My eyes fly open landing on his stormy dark ones. “Yes. You can move.”

He groans, his hand gripping the back of my neck as he slams his lips to mine while thrusting up inside me. Though he is big, stretching me to my limits, the feeling is exquisite, unlike anything I have ever felt. Wanting to make the most of this feeling, I relax my muscles as I start to move on top of him, rolling my hips and meeting his every thrust.

“That’s it. Ride my cock.” He groans, releasing my neck and gripping my hips, to control my movements.

Hands on his shoulders, I take everything he gives me and enjoy every second of it. I’m not naïve enough to think this will happen again.

The slapping of our bodies, the moans, it all sounds so obscene in the small space of the SUV. The smell of sex and sweat permeate the air and it’s so dirty, causing my stomach to tighten with an impending orgasm.

Matteo reaches down, thumbing my clit, the pressure enough to make me explode for the second time tonight. His name leaves my lips on a gasp, the pleasure so intense my body turns to jelly, slumping forward onto his shirt covered chest.

Matteo growls, gripping my hips so tightly I know without a doubt he will leave bruises. A reminder of what happened here in this car.

Holding me still, his cock expands, throbbing, and then he is releasing inside of me. His hot cum coating my insides as he claims me.

Allegra was right. Hate sex really is the best sex.

I tense, waiting for him to shove me off now that he has finished, but he shocks me when he allows us to take a couple minutes to compose ourselves, to bask in the afterglow.

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