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The sound of sweaty skin slapping together only increased in tempo. My knees were bent so far back that they kissed my armpits. The change in angle had him ramming against my G-spot with every thrust, my shrill screams rising in pitch. The pressure gathering between my thighs was intense, growing unbearable.
I needed to come. Now.
Like he could read my mind, Matteo worked a hand between us, putting firm pressure on my clit, and I shattered, losing all control as bliss carved a blazing path through my nervous system. You’d have thought I was having a seizure with how violently my body convulsed.
“That’s right. Come all over my fucking cock.”
Pleasure held me in an iron grip so powerful that I forgot to breathe. But air rushed into my lungs on a surprised gasp when I was flipped over.
Disoriented and dizzy, it took a minute for my brain to catch up. Just in time for Matteo to grip my hips, forcing me to rise onto my knees before he drove home again from behind.
“Holy shit!”
I clawed at the sheets. It was so deep. Too deep.
An electric shock zinged through me every time he hit my cervix, and my sobs were muffled by the bedding clenched between my teeth.
Grunts were the only sound coming from the man behind me, barely audible through my fuzzy hearing.
The pleasure-pain had me right on the edge again. I was bracing for another soul-shattering climax when I felt theunmistakable pressure of a finger pressing against my back entrance.
My eyes sprang open as all my muscles tensed up in response, and I tried to shimmy away from his touch.
Matteo’s pace tapered off to a lazy glide. “I need to own all of you. Will you let me fuck you here?”
Chapter 26
Matteo
Withmysweatrunninginto my eyes and my heart threatening to beat out of my chest, I held my breath while awaiting her reply.
My cock throbbed, still sheathed inside her tight cunt. God, it was a miracle I didn’t blow my load at the mere thought of taking her ass, which promised to be an even snugger fit. I wanted it so fucking bad.
Caressing the soft globe of one ass cheek, I prompted, “Summer?”
Her face was buried in the sheets, her fists clenching the fabric in a white-knuckled grip. But slowly, she pushed up on shaky arms so that she was on all fours, and she craned her neck, fixing me with a glassy stare.
“I-I’ve never—“
Fuck, I wanted to beat my chest like a goddamn caveman, knowing I would be the first—the only—man to claim her in this way.
Summer’s teeth chewed on a corner of her lower lip, betraying her nervousness. That was to be expected. Honestly, I’d be more concerned if she weren’t anxious. This specific sexual act required an extreme level of trust in your partner.
I ran a soothing hand over the length of her spine. “I’ll make it feel good for you. I swear on my life. We’ll go nice and slow,” I reassured her.
Chin dipping, she gave me the green light. “Okay.”
Pulling my thumb away from that tight hole that taunted me with promises of ecstasy, I spat on it.
Summer jolted, a surprised yelp sounding when the warm saliva hit her back entrance. Her entire body trembled, and there was a sharp inhale when my thumb began working past that tight ring of muscle.
“Relax,” I coaxed. “I’ve got you.”
She dropped her body back to the mattress, but she did as I asked, and I was able to push past the resistance, my thumb slipping inside.
I began rocking my cock in and out of her pussy in tandem with my thumb pumping into her ass.
A low groan sounded. “Fuck. So full.”
