My heart dropped to the floor.
With the hand that’d been resting close to my chest, I brought it up to my face and covered my eyes; taking a long minute to remember the way I’d acted the previous night, and realizing I’d woken up in the huge, powerful arms of Matteo Di’Ablo, my newhusbandfor the foreseeable future.
Turning to look at him sleeping peacefully on the pillow above me, with his big arm thrown over me, keeping me trapped to him… All that body heat rubbing off on me… He felt like the sun.
I reeled my elbow back and hit him hard.
Matteo startled slightly, waking up confused and with a frown on his face. That was before his eyes found mine, and a slow smile took over. “Good morning,wife.”
“Call me that again in private, I’ll sucker-punch you in the throat.”
“Such sweet words from mycorazón.”
I made a fist and went to hit him again, but he caught my hands and pressed them to his hard eight-pack.
“Why don’t you be a good wife and stroke my cock?”
“Yeah,right. In Hell.”
“But you were so eager last night. So excited you climbed on my lap and almost sat down on thisbig dick.”
I should’ve never told him he was big.
“You’re seriously going to rub it in my face?”
“No need. You rubbed it all over your face yourself last night.”
I groaned and tried pulling away.
“You couldn’t fucking get enough.”
Matteo pulled me back and got on top of me like it was the most normal thing for us, pinning me down in such an intimate way, it gave me flashbacks of last night. His erection rested against my pussy, making me unable to think about anything else but fucking him again.
His mouth was an inch away from mine as his hand wrapped around my throat. “You love how fucking big I am. You fucking loved chocking on it last night, didn’t you?”
An annoyed groan escaped my chest as I met his lips with a frustrated kiss. It didn’t take long before we were gasping into it, needing more. His hand descended down my body, until he cupped me between the legs. Circling my clit in slow, big strokes, he got me all worked up, until I was grabbing onto his shoulders and biceps – anywhere I could reach – and pulling him closer.
He squeezed my throat once, making me open my eyes and focus on him again.
“Now, I woke up with a painful, hard cock from you grinding your ass back into me all night. Take care of it for me. What do you say?”
“I hate you–”
“Sure.”
“But I need this.” I grabbed his heavy length and gave him a harder tug, as payback.
He groaned back, squeezing my throat.
“I know you do. My wife doesn’t want anything else in the morning other than her husband’s cock. Ain’t that right,mi amor?”
I groaned in response again – half-frustrated, half-desperate to come – and pulled him down. Matteo dropped his weight on me, pressing me into the mattress as he wrapped one hand around my neck, and the other squeezed my breast. He pushed his hips down, spreading my knees apart to the mattress.
We both moaned into the kiss as we started moving against each other. His cock stroked against my clit in wave after wave, forcing me to wrap my legs around him for support. He kissed me through it – the slow, deep roll of our bodies moving together – until we both came at the same time.
We only kissed harder. Biting each other’s bottom lip. Digging our nails and fingers into the other’s skin. Neither slowed down.
A rough chuckle rumbled in his chest. “You need more,Donna?”
