Page 42 of Ruthless Mr. Ricco
When cool air wafts over my front and the plain white fabric of my bra flashes in the mirror, my sanity returns.I pull the blazer tight around me and fight for oxygen.
Lightning zaps from my clit to my core as Matteo presses his thumb in a slow circle over the sensitive bundle of nerves.I hiss and abandon my top to grab his wrists.He licks up the side of my throat and sucks my earlobe into his mouth.
I gasp and tip dangerously close to losing control.
“Stop, Matteo.I can’t—”
He growls and closes his teeth over my sensitive earlobe.I cling to his wrists and fight for breath as he strokes my clit through the fabric with disastrous accuracy and pops my breasts free of my bra with a single tug upward.His hot palm compresses my peaked nipple as he grabs my breast.The sensation of flesh on flesh scrambles my mind and skyrockets me into a new plane of need.
He flicks his tongue over the trapped shell of my ear before pulling his teeth gently away.The sting travels to my sex, and I ache as my core clenches around nothing.
“Say my name again,” he growls.
I shake my head.
Liquid desire melts my bones as he yanks his hand out of my pocket and unfastens my pants.I gasp as his thick, demanding fingers touch slick, needy flesh.
“Fucking hell, little rabbit, you’re so wet.Say my name again and I’ll let you come all over my fingers,” he rumbles into my ear.
I dig my nails into his wrists and drop my head back against his shoulder.Every inch of me trembles.I’ve never been this aroused before.
The pressure in my belly is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.It’s terrifying.Part of me is scared of what’s on the other side.The other part trusts Matteo enough to follow him into the abyss.
He slips his digits deeper between my legs and groans as liquid honey spills over his hand.When he curls his finger and hits directly over my clit, lightning spears through me.I arch my back.His hard cock grinds against my ass.
He pinches my nipple and nips my ear.
“I-I can’t.I’ve never…”
My courage fails me.His entire body stiffens.He lifts desire-darkened hazel orbs and steals my soul through the mirror.
“You can.Give it to me, Brook.I want all of you.”
A mix of pleading and demand, his words break the dam inside me.I fly apart as he strokes my clit with relentless fingers and twists my nipple.
My insides clench and wetness floods my panties as waves of euphoria crash over me.His name slips from my lips.
Every cell in my body quakes from the aftermath as my orgasm ends.
“Another.Give me another,” he demands.
He doesn’t stop.I squeak and wriggle, but he steps forward, presses me against the mirror, and circles my clit with renewed vigor.My breath fogs the glass.
“Wait, Matteo, I—oh my god, I—”
I shatter into a million pieces as a second full-body orgasm slams into me.My toes curl and lungs seize.The world fades to black.Nothing exists beyond his ruthless fingers and hungry mouth as he nips and sucks along the side of my throat.
I sob his name.He presses a kiss to my jawline and gentles his touch.My senses slowly return.
“I need to taste you,” he murmurs against my temple.
I curl my hands into fists against the mirror as he slips his fingers away from my throbbing sex.His digits glisten with my release.
Visceral delight joins the buzz in my veins as he licks his fingers.His groan vibrates deep into my marrow.
“I want to taste you, too.”
The words slip from my lips without my permission, but lost in the glow of endorphins, I find they’re the truest words I’ve ever spoken.
