Page 47 of Keeping My Captive

Mateo breathes in deeply and then lets out a low hiss. “Fuck, you’re already wet for me.”

I lick my lips, and his dark eyes track the movement.

“This is your last chance to tell me no, Aria,” Mateo warns. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll go back to bed and we’ll pretend none of this happened.”

I know I should tell him no. I should tell him to stop. But I can’t. I blame all of my decisions tonight on temporary insanity fueled by everything that transpired today. I can worry about everything tomorrow. But for tonight, I want him. I need him. Damn the consequences and regret I might be feeling later.

“I want you, Mateo,” I whisper.

His eyes close as if he’s savoring my words. And when his eyes open once more, I can see the fire inside of them; like two endless molten lava pools of desire. “I need to taste you again,mi pequeña cautiva,” he rasps.

Heat pools between my legs from his dirty words. “What doesmi pequeña cautivamean?” I ask, desperate to know the answer.

“It means…my little captive.”

Oh god, why does that turn me on?

Gripping my hips, he lifts my lower half off the bed, and then he dives between my thighs, his tongue finding my clit. I choke out a cry of surprise and then moan in pleasure. From this angle, I’m wide open for him, and I can see every little thing he does to me. The sight is so erotic that it has my heart stuttering inside my chest.

“I’ve been craving your taste ever since that night at the club,” he confesses before he licks me from ass to clit, sending tiny electric shocks to every nerve ending in my body. His thick finger circles my entrance before dipping into my channel, testing, teasing as his tongue flattens over my clit, licking, sucking.

My head thrashes from side to side at the indescribable amount of pleasure he’s giving to me. “Mateo!” I cry out.

His name escaping my lips seem to please him, because he growls low in his throat, sending a vibration straight to my swollen little nub. My thighs begin to quiver in his grip, and the orgasm washes over me before I can even prepare for it. With a choked cry, my back arches, pushing me harder against his talented mouth. I almost scream as he tortures my clit with his mouth, wringing out every ounce of pleasure he can while I ride out the violent waves, unabashedly bucking against his face.

With a final lick, he tells me, “You taste so sweet. Just like heaven.” Releasing me, I plop down on the bed as he places kisses on my inner thighs. Then, his eyes meet mine. “I need to see you, Aria. All of you,” he says, desperation dripping from his tone as he reaches for hem of the shirt, gripping it in his hands and ripping it. I gasp as the material tears easily in his strong hands all the way up to the collar, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable underneath my captor.

His intense gaze drifts lazily over my naked body, taking in every detail. And then his tongue drags over his bottom lip as he hums in approval.

Self-doubt begins to creep in, and I quickly grab the remnants of the shirt, pulling it together as best I can, hastily trying to cover myself.

Mateo clicks his tongue in displeasure. “You are the most beautiful fucking creature I’ve ever seen on this earth, Aria. Don’t ever hide from me,” he says vehemently. “Let me see you.” And then he adds, “Please,” his voice strained, raw and deep.

I stare at him, searching his face for any signs of deception. After finding nothing there, I slowly strip out of what’s left of the t-shirt, tossing it aside before lying down again. My chest rises and falls quickly as my breathing becomes unsteady while he stares down at me with a predatory gaze.

Lying down beside me, Mateo gently trails a finger along my hip and then over my stomach, circling my bellybutton. I shudder beneath his demanding touch. Gently, he cups my breast, thumbing over my nipple until it’s taut. And then he leans down, capturing the stiff peak inside his hot, wet mouth. The feeling is so intense. He takes his time with each one of my breasts, sucking, licking and biting until I’m writhing under him. Oh my god, I think I could come just from this.

“You’re close again, aren’t you?” he whispers before returning his mouth to my nipple, sucking hard. I moan, my body becoming rigid as small tremors erupt inside of me. His hand cups me between my legs, and he grinds his palm against my clit, the added friction drawing out my orgasm as I shudder under him.

Mateo laves his tongue over my breast as he watches me with an intense gaze. “You’re so responsive,” he breathes against my skin. “Fuck, I love that.”

I watch as he climbs off the bed, unfolding his tall form as he stands at full height. Reaching down, he grabs the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulls them down, revealing a thick, hard cock curving up to his ridged, tattooed-covered abdomen.

I gasp in surprise. I haven’t seen a lot of dicks in my lifetime, and my limited knowledge is mostly from porn, but his ishuge. Long and thick and perfect, but…so, so big. And suddenly, the achy want and need I had earlier to feel him inside of me is replaced by pure, undiluted fear.

Mateo notices the change in my demeanor, and he narrows his intense gaze on me. “What’s wrong, Aria?” he asks before getting back on the bed and kneeling between my thighs.

“You’re not going to fit,” I utter in a panic. “You’re too big.” I scramble away from him, digging my heels into the bed and pushing until my back hits the headboard.

A dark chuckle rumbles low in his chest. Well, I’m gladhefinds this amusing at least.

I cry out when Mateo snatches my ankle, wrapping his hand around it and dragging me down the length of the bed until I’m right back where I was before. “Trust me,cariño,I will fit,” he assures me with a confident smirk. “Relax,” he murmurs before notching his cock at my entrance.

Clamping my eyes shut, I brace myself for the pain that I will ultimately feel. I expect him to push inside, roughly, with no warning, but he doesn’t. Instead, he softly drags the crown of his cock up and down my slit before he rocks in and out of my channel, shallowly, teasing all of my nerve endings until I can feel my pussy practically flooding around his cock. Slowly, I open my eyes and watch in awe as he reaches down, his thumb circling my clit and bringing me to the brink of mind-numbing pleasure with the combined sensations.

“You’re so nice and wet for me,” he hisses through clenched teeth as he dips the crown inside of me once more. “Your greedy, little pussy wants to take all of me.”

He continues to tease me, rubbing his cock all over my pussy and clit before pushing inside, giving me only an inch at a time before pulling out again. He repeats the action over and over again, taking me right to the precipice but not letting me fully topple over the edge until I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. “Please,” I finally plead, and I don’t know whether I’m begging for him to stop or for him to take me and put me out of my misery.

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