Page 256 of Merciless Desires

I had explored myself before, but not like this. This…was entirely different. This was fucking incredible.

“Ah…God…”

“God?” Matteo murmured against my sensitive clit. “No, amorina. I am your god now.”

I groaned and threading my fingers in his hair, hanging on, drawing him just a little closer. He chuckled against my clit, and I gasped, jolting from the intensity of that change. My legs were quivering; a deep ache settled in my core, not willing to budge.

So damn close.

“Let me see what my pretty pussy can do, amorina. Come on, be a good girl for me.”

The command was something I was more than willing to comply with. A desperate warmth took away the ache, took away everything, until I felt it all.

I squealed and squeezed my eyes shut as the orgasm ripped through me and I clamped my knees together, probably suffocating Matteo with my pussy. I didn’t care. All I knew was pleasure, and all I wanted was more.

Matteo must have freed himself from between my thighs, because he was kissing me. Slow, gentle draws of his tired tongue that tasted like me.

I gasped as I felt him press his cock into me and opened my eyes. I stared down at the thick cock that I wasn’t sure I could take fully. I’d taken the head of it, and already that hurt.

“Shh,” Matteo soothed and nudged my head back. “Need you relaxed, amorina. Can you relax for me?”

“It won’t fit.”

He chuckled. “It will. You’re taking me so well already.”

Pressing my thighs apart further, Matteo eased more of himself in, pulled back until it was just the tip, and then I took more of him again.

I dug my nails into his arms and sucked in a gasp as it felt like his cock ripped through my pussy. I tensed, and Matteo stilled inside me, peering down with a soft grin.

“I’ll wear your blood on my cock. I wasn’t sure if I’d be the one to do that.”

“This hurts. I want to go back to your mouth on me.”

He chuckled. “The pain gives way to pleasure. You’ll get used to me.”

“I doubt that,” I mumbled and peered down.

Not even half of him was inside me.

“Relax,” he coaxed and swept down to kiss me.

I focused on the kiss to take my mind off the throbbing ache between my legs.

“Look at how you take all of me.”

I had. Matteo was buried fully in me, deep enough that I felt him at my belly button.

“I’m going to fuck you now, and I’ll apologize for the pain later. I can’t go another fucking second without fucking you, amorina.”

He drew back and thrust quickly, his hipbones slamming against my inner thighs. Okay, that hurt. He did it again and again, and through the pain, I felt the tiniest twinge of pleasure.

That pleasure began to grow, overshadowing the pain, even though I didn’t think it was possible. Holy fuck, it was good. Matteo noticed the shift in my body, the way the pain was ebbing, and he fucked me harder.

This pain was good. The pain of being fucked by him, the pain from his hips on my thighs, the pain of his fingers in my hair, yanking my head back until my face was tilted toward his.

“Matteo…” I moaned his name and received a groan in return from him.

“Cazzo, Marcella…I love being inside you.”

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