“Makes you want to come,hm?”
I moaned again, more excited this time.
Matteo chuckled at my need; both hands still fisted in my hair.
“Rub that sweet, wet, little pussy on me and make yourself come. Don’t forget about my cock.”
I grinded into him faster and jerked him faster too with one hand; the other holding onto his chest for support.
Before I knew it, my body rocked with another orgasm. “Seven!”
Matteo came with me, his cum shooting out on my stomach, thighs and tits. His face morphed into a sexy frown as he orgasmed, one similar to that of a Greek sex God.
I could feel it trailing down my skin and… It just wasn’t enough. Pulling away from the kiss, I laid flat down on my stomach and took his still-hard cock into my mouth.
“For fuck sake,Francesca…”
Matteo groaned deep, not expecting that from me, but obviously in much need of it by the way his fists gripped my hair tighter. He still allowed me to explore him, though, taking pleasure in the way I moaned around his girth as I bobbed my head up and down his dick, not able to get enough.
“Goddamn… You’re so fucking hot. Fuck, fuck,fuck.”
When he couldn’t take it anymore, he readjusted his grip on my hair and pulled me down, making me deepthroat.
“Fucking hell.” Three more pumps and I felt his cum shoot down my throat. “That’s it, baby. Every last drop. Be a good girl. Swallow it for Daddy.”
I moaned back with his cock still in my mouth, my hands reaching for the defined ridges in his eight-pack as my throat bobbed with every swallow.
Gasping for air, I pulled him out of my filled mouth. Matteo’s hand gripped my chin, inching me up towards him.
“Swallow.”
I swallowed the rest of his cum, earning a soft, yet heavy kiss when he pressed his lips to mine.
“Very good, wife.”
I didn’t object when he leaned over me and pushed me back into the mattress, climbing over me and stroking his hard cock against my pulsing clit – making me come again and again, until I reached my tenth orgasm of the night, with him between my legs, and was long past delirious.
“Who’s your Daddy?” He groaned against my lips.
“You are, baby.”
“Who’s pussy is this?”
“Yours.Matteo’s.”
He groaned in appreciation, deep and masculine.
“Who owns this gorgeous pussy, Francesca?”
“You own me, Capo. I’m yours to do whatever you want with.”
Chapter 21
Present
Hamptons, New York
I GROANED SLEEPILY, BLINKING AWAY the sun peeking through the blinders. I tried to turn the other way, only to be met with a warm, hard surface.
