Page 65 of Sold to the Devil
He pushes me against the counter and forces me to bend over, my buttocks raised. I swallow as I look at our reflection in the mirror. His hair is a mess, small curls falling loosely over his forehead, his lips are swollen from our kisses, his cheeks slightly pink from arousal, and his brown eyes are shining with desire.
He looks like a god. And he'smine.
I almost groan at the thought but bite my lower lip to suppress it.
I watch him take off his shirt, his pants and boxers and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter just looking at his naked, muscular body. He looks at me through the mirror, smirks, then runs a hand down my spine. I moan as chills and goosebumps rise on my skin. He leans down to brush his lips against my ear, I shudder at the feel of his warm skin on mine.
“I want you to watch yourself while I fuck you. Can you do that for me, slut?”
“Yes,” I mumble, feeling a surge of excitement flow through my veins.
He hums in approval, leans back, and places his hands on my ass. I bite my lip impatiently and gasp when he rips my shorts off. I look at him through our reflection, he grins devilishly before doing the same to my panties. I feel his cock slide between my folds and I gasp.
“Please, Matt, I need you,” I moan.
“Such a needy little slut,” he sneers venomously.
I cry out his name as he suddenly thrusts into me. My hands grip the counter tightly, turning my knuckles white. He starts moving hard and fast, giving me no time to adjust to his size. I moan, endlessly aroused by the pain mixed with pleasure. He grabs my hair with one hand and pulls my head back, moaning as he keeps the incredibly fast pace.
Our eyes meet through the mirror and I moan louder at the sight. His lips are slightly parted and his brows furrowed in pleasure. His muscles are tense, if I thought he looked like a god before, now I have proof that he is. He grins devilishly as if he's heard my thoughts, which he probably has, I want to roll my eyes in annoyance, but he hits my G-spot, making me roll them in euphoria and scream his name.
He understands that he has found my sensitive spot and picks up the pace, being more brutal in his movements, not once missing the spot that makes me see stars.
His name keeps escaping my lips as he fucks me relentlessly in front of the mirror, his hand on my hip to help me down onto his cock in addition to his movements and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing loudly through the bathroom.
“Fuck. Look at you. You're taking my cock so well, my pretty little slut,” he groans louder.
I quickly feel my orgasm returning at full speed, this time more intense. Mattheo notices this and lets go of my hair to run his fingers over my clitoris, making fast circles.
“Are you going to come for me, angel?” He spits, increasing the pace of his thrusts and fingers.
I cry out his name and immediately begin begging him to let me come. I feel his movements become more erratic, but he doesn't slow his pace. I beg again and he kisses my shoulder before nodding.
“Come for me, my love. Let me feel you.”
That was all I needed to have a powerful orgasm, my walls tightening around him, making him moan loudly.
“Fuck,” he mumbles.
He rides me to the end of my orgasm while chasing his own, he moans and I feel him fill me with his hot cum, making me whimper.
He covers my back with soft kisses and I sigh contentedly. I love how affectionate he is after sex.
He carefully pulls out and fills the tub with hot water before helping me get rid of my torn shorts and panties. He takes me in his arms and sits us both in the tub, placing me between his legs, my back against his chest.
I sigh as the pain eases under the scalding water and close my eyes, letting him take care of me. He carefully washes my hair and my body. Once he's finished, he wraps his arms around me and kisses my temple, making me snort in contentment.
“You were perfect, my love. I love you.”
I smile softly and whisper that I love him too. He takes us out of the bath, dries us both off, puts on a pair of boxer shorts before helping me put on a pair of panties and one of his shirts. He takes me in his arms again, allowing me to wrap my arms around his neck, breathing in his scent that I love so much.
He carefully slides us under the sheets, turns me onto my side, pulling me close to him, my back pressed against his chest as he wraps me tightly in his protective arms. He places a kiss on my neck, I sigh happily before closing my eyes. My eyelids are heavy, I know it won't take long for me to fall asleep. He keeps his head on my neck, his chin resting on my shoulder. His hands rest on my thighs, and he begins to trace small patterns on my skin to lull me to sleep.
“I'm still going to kill Dawson,” he whispers, and I laugh softly, half asleep.
“No, you won't, darling,” I whisper in my sleepy voice.
“All right, but I'm going to kick his ass. With Tom's help.”
