Page 50 of Ruthless Mr. Ricco
The world spins as he wraps his arms around me and strides to the kitchen counter, never lifting his head, never ceasing his delicious torture of my nipple.
He clears the counter with a sweep of his arm and lays me on my back.The cold marble shocks a gasp from me, but the hot suction of his mouth on my breast steals my attention.
Pressure builds in my core as he unfastens my jeans and wedges his hand into my panties.I teeter on the edge of release as he slides thick fingers over my sex.
He finds my clit with unnerving ease and strokes in time with his mouth suctioned on my breast.
A dam bursts inside me.My core clenches and fresh wetness seeps from my pussy.
It ends too soon.
Matteo rises, pulls my jeans and panties down my legs, tugs my sneakers off my feet, and strips me of my clothes.Naked and splayed on his kitchen counter, reality sends tendrils of uncertainty down my spine, but he parts my knees with unyielding hands and nips my inner thigh in warning when I push against his forehead.
“I need to taste you, little rabbit,” he murmurs as he skims his lips toward my sex.
It’s too much.Too intimate.Too intense.
He gathers my wrists in his grip and pins my hands to my hip.I gasp and shiver as he licks my bikini line.
“Mine,” he snarls.
He runs the flat of his tongue over the whole of my sex, groans, and dives in like a starving man.An orgasm barrels through me with no warning, clenching my core and arching my back.He has no mercy, licking, swirling, flicking and laving as I suffer through the most intense euphoria of my life.
By the time I regain my senses, he fits the head of his dick to my sopping pussy and pins me to the counter with his grip on my breast.
Fear flits through me, but he thrusts deep inside my body and steals my breath.The horrible, delicious stretch burns all the way to my soul.I sink my nails into his abs to push him away, but he wraps thick fingers around my hip and surges impossibly deeper inside me.
“Matteo!W-wait, I—”
He grabs my chin and captures my heart with his eyes.
“Fucking hell, Brook.You’re so tight.So wet.Say my name in that desperate voice again and I’ll fill this pussy faster than you can blink.”
With ruthless thrusts of his hips, he pulls back and sinks deeper and deeper with each wonderfully painful invasion, never releasing my stare as he claims my body, mind, and soul.
Pleasure builds in my core.He angles his cock and hits something sensitive inside me.I hiss and scratch whatever part of him I can reach as he smirks and targets the same spot over and over again.
Unbearable pressure grows between my legs.He shifts his hand from my hip to my lower stomach.
I shatter into a million tiny, colorful shards of glass as he strokes his fingertips over my clit.Wave after wave of pleasure gushes from my pussy as every inch of me seizes in delicious agony.
Matteo’s rapturous visage fills my mind as my eyes roll to the back of my head.He continues circling my clit as he loses control.Pinching pain streaks through my euphoria as he shoves his full length inside me and finds his release.
Fuck.We didn’t use a condom.I’m not on birth control.I’ve never needed it.My cycles are mild, men aren’t worth the hassle, and life is too busy.
I groan as he leans down and takes my mouth in a sensual, drugging kiss.He frames my shoulders with his forearms, cups my head in his hands, and caresses my face and shoulders with gentle, worshipful fingers.
“You’re okay, little rabbit.I’ve got you.Don’t cry,” he murmurs.
“I’m not, I just—”
I stop as I realize tears soak my temples and sobs wrack my chest.
“I’m s—”
“Don’t apologize.Let it out.I started it, and I’ll see it through to the end.I’m not leaving.”Impossibly bigger emotions slam into me at his declaration.“Give me everything, Brook,” he demands.
I cling to him and cry the tears I’ve refused to shed.Eleven years of misery pour from me until my head throbs and chest aches.All the while, his cock remains deep inside me as his body shields me from the cruel world.He doesn’t rush me.Doesn’t pull away.Doesn’t abandon me.
