But just as I feel him tense, he pulls me off and shoves me to the floor of the limousine.
Startled, I try to sit up, but he’s on me, pulling and twisting my body until I’m on all fours and he’s behind me.
“Mateo—” I blurt.
He yanks at the bust of my dress, exposing my breasts as his hips press urgently forward. His cock feels like a scandal, and tragically, I rear back, beckoning him to take me.
Sex is necessary and should never be so desired. It’s a game I have to play to get to the status I so need: widowhood.
“You’re so goddamn fuckable,” Mateo growls, closing one enormous hand over an exposed breast. His other hand shoves my dress up over my hips, bunching it at my waist.
My bones turn to jelly, and he has to sling an arm around my waist to keep me upright enough to fuck.
“I’m going to claim you now,” he warns. “Until I own every part of you.”
Pressing my eyes closed, I say a small prayer to the Great Widow and allow my husband to take me.
He pushes into my tight walls again and again, keeping my hips up as my arms give out and my face falls forward against the carpeted floor.
Like an animal, he’s relentless, fucking me hard and fast and completely without mercy.
And I take all of him, ever greedy for more.
Greedy fingers explore my sex. “Do you like it when I touch you, Ivy?”
“Yes,”I whimper, feeling my body come alive with pulsing need.
A moment later, his teeth rake my back as plays me like a damn flute, two fingers pinching one erect nipple, and two others rubbing my clit in rhythm with his thrusts.
“I’m going to fill you up, Ivy. You’re going to be a little slut for my cum, begging me to cream you.”
Oh, yes. Oh, fuck, yes…
“Morning, noon, and all fucking night long, I’m going to own your sweet pussy.”
His fingers roll across my clit relentlessly, driving me closer to the edge, until I’m right there.
“I want to feel you come for me, Ivy. I want you to milk my fat cock like the filthy girl you are.”
I-let-go.
My body erupts as I’m swept away, coming just how he wanted me to.
“Fuck, Ivy!” he snarls, his fingers now digging into my hip. With one mighty thrust, he pushes me forward, and my cheek skids across the carpeted floor.
Rearing back, I clench around his girth as Mateo fills me, riding the high of my release until I’m drained.
Mateo pulls out, but yanks my hips up and shoves his fingers deep in my channel, making sure none of his cum escapes.
Feeling degraded, I take it all, humiliated that I’m enjoying his depraved treatment of my flesh.
When the car finally stops, he pulls me from the vehicle, not caring that my dress is a tangle around my waist. My resistance is met with his firm hand grabbing my wrist, pulling me to follow him.
Thankfully, it’s dark, and the entrance to his building is in the alley.
As soon as we enter the elevator, he’s on me again, his hands ripping my dress off fully, his mouth pillaging me.
“So fucking sweet,” he growls as he lavishes my breasts with sloppy kisses, treating my nipples to a tongue lashing that has me crying for more.
