Unfortunately, it’s a lesson I chose to learn the hard way. Instead of playing innocent to Jade’s motives, I called them out, and now Mateo knows something about me he shouldn’t. That I’m more than just a pretty pawn.
Not that it matters. He’s fully committed to the situation, and as time goes on, his guard will come down.
And eventually, when he least expects it, it’ll all end.
By my hand.
We finish our meal, and without a word, Mateo leads me from the restaurant to his limousine, but as I settle into my seat, he points to the floor of the vehicle.
“On-your-knees,” he says, enunciating each word pointedly.
I obey, casting my eyes down.
He lifts my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Let’s see if you’re any better than Jade is.”
I swallow as I mull over his words, wishing I hadn’t been so forward during dinner.
It’s not that I hadn’t expected that this would be required of me, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about the act, but feeling the weight of his gaze and knowing that I’m being compared to another needles me with annoyance.
“Undo my pants,” he instructs.
Knowing it would be a mistake not to comply, I work the slack of his belt through the buckle, unfastening it to get to his button and zipper.
“Look at me,” he says, and again, I obey.
“Pull my cock out.”
It’s not as easy as I thought I’d be, as it’s straining against his unyielding boxers, but as he shifts, I manage to free his erection, which somehow seems larger than it was just a few days ago.
“Now, dear wife, I want you to suck my cock so good, so filthily, I’ll never think of Jade again.”
Instinctually, my mouth fills with saliva, and a prickle of desire makes the act I’m about to perform not only tolerable, but enticing.
Lust isn’t supposed to come to me so easily. Especially since I hardly know what I’m doing, as I was purposefully kept innocent for my first husband.
Still, I want to please Mateo, and not just for the sake of my ruse. I want to be filthy.
I grab the base of his shaft, but he promptly pulls it off. “Spit into your palm,” he instructs.
I obey, then move my hand back to his shaft, familiarizing myself with his silky-steel texture.
“Good girl,” Mateo rasp, his voice thick and husky.
I work my hand up and down his shaft, watching as a milky-white pearl forms at the head.
I shouldn’t want him this badly. I shouldn’t want him at all. Yet, the blood coursing through my veins tells me differently.
Closing my eyes, I engulf him, pulling him so far back into my throat, I gag.
“Easy now,” he whispers, running his fingers through my hair. “Go slow, make it wet.”
Ever so gently, he guides my head up and down his shaft, telling me what he likes and how hard I should suck.
My whole body responds to the vulgar act, but the most urgent of these reactions is the strong pulse growing between my thighs.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Mateo groans as more and more pre-cum coats the inside of my mouth.
I settle into a rhythm, enjoying every moan that slips past his lips, relishing his heat and overwhelming presence.
