Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
I want to feel him inside me.
I’ve dreamed about this.
“Is this a problem?” Matteo asks, watching me.
“No,” I answer without pausing for thought, my mind blank on anything but my next orgasm.
“You sure, micina?”
The fact that he checks swipes away any lingering hesitation.
“I’m sure.”
He scoots up the bed, making me panic that I said or did something wrong. I realize I misunderstood the situation when he unbuttons his shirt, shrugs it off, then tugs off his belt. I was so focused on how flighty his attention made me that I forgot he was fully clothed.
Once he’s down to boxer shorts stretched to within an inch of their life and stained with pre-cum, he nestles his shoulders back between my legs.
Knowing he’s as eager as I am to continue eating me, I spread my legs wider, uncaring that I’m fully exposed to his rapacious gaze. He licks his lips, his hunger unmissable, before he bucks my hips off the bed with a greedy lick. He drags his tongue from the base of my pussy to my clit before he circles it with his lips.
The moment my thighs shake with signs of an impending orgasm, Matteo’s eyes flash with pride.
With his attention on my clit, subduing my panic, he stuffs two fingers inside me with only the slightest bit of protest.
“Fuck, micina. You’re so tight.”
As he slowly withdraws his fingers, he swivels his tongue around my clit.
This is actually happening. I’m being fucked. It might be with fingers, but penetration will be undeniable.
“Relax for me. I don’t want to tear you.”
Matteo smiles when my thighs press into the mattress and I unclench my butt cheeks.
“Good girl.” He drinks in the snug fit before he murmurs, “Now watch how well you take me.”
My head is so woozy it’s a struggle to lift, but when I do, a strange mewling sound rolls up my chest. The sight of his fingers, coated with both a smear of blood and the clearness of my arousal, pumping into me is erotically satisfying.
“Do you have any fucking idea what you’re doing to me, micina? How crazy you are making me?”
Not waiting for an answer, he repeatedly stuffs his fingers in and out of me until an orgasm too intense to continue prolonged eye contact washes away the red coloring.
I fall back onto the mattress with a moan, my hands darting out to fist the sheets.
Matteo’s name tears from my throat at the same time an annoying shrill fills my ears.
Believing the alarm on my phone is distracting Matteo, I bat it off the nightstand. It crashes to the floor as ruefully as reality smashes into me. Even with the alarm silenced, Matteo doesn’t continue to go to town on my pussy. He’s not even in the room with me.
“Matteo?” I murmur, suddenly panicked that he read the appointment on my phone screen for exactly what it is.
The alarm was to remind me of a dress fitting today. It’s the last fitting with the bridal boutique supplying my dress for my wedding to Antonio.
When I scoot up the bed, cursing my ill-timing, another sickening fact smacks into me. I’m not naked from the waist down. I’m wearing the panties Matteo slid up my thighs last night before we attended the gala.
“No,” I murmur to myself, certain life couldn’t be this cruel to me twice. “That wasn’t a dream. It couldn’t have been.”
I feel like I orgasmed. My body is thrumming with energy a woman only achieves after a star-producing climax.
Confident in the tingles keeping my clit firm, I slide my hand beneath my panties and insert the tip of my forefinger between the delicate lines. It’s wet, as expected, but when I remove it for a thorough inspection, it’s missing the red smears I expect.
Damnit!
Chapter 20
Matteo
Ten minutes earlier…
“Get in the shower, douchebag.” In the bathroom doorway, I eye the shower like it’s an escape hatch. “Get in the fucking shower and stroke one out like you should have done last night instead of climbing into bed with a passed-out woman and spooning her like a soft cock.”
Azra was too drunk for me to touch, but instead of walking away, I gave Dante every excuse to lynch me. It’s not my fault. That woman… Jesus. Her mouth tastes like heaven, and I’d pay a million dollars for the privilege of eating her pussy again, but fucking an intoxicated woman is the lowest of the low, and I’m still a boy dying to see his mother one last time.
I should have walked the instant I backed away from her kiss. Our exchange should have ended there, but no, I had to stay and watch Azra perform a sex act on herself like a perv who’s never had his dick sucked.
You’d think my smarts would have kicked back in when alcohol and exhaustion pulled her under in less than a second, and they did, until I woke to her grinding against my thigh and murmuring my name in her sleep.