Oh God.
Please don’t tell me …
I open an eye and try to scoot up, but Matteo grips my thighs tightly so I can’t move.
He glances up with a gleam in his eye and wetness covering his mouth.
“Holy shit, Sweetness.” He grins and stands as he unbuckles his pants. “You just came all over my face.”
“Is … the counter wet?” I ask, my face and neck heating in embarrassment.
“Fuck yeah, it is. You squirted all over the place.” He swipes between my legs and brings his fingers up to his mouth. “Best birthday dessert ever.”
He pulls his jeans and briefs down, exposing his dick, and my eyes go wide because—oh my God—not only is he thick and long, but …
“Are you pierced?”
He grabs me by the back of my neck and crashes his mouth against mine. His tongue invades my mouth, and I can taste myself on him. There’s nothing sweet about it, but the fact that he seems to genuinely like the taste of me has me kissing him back.
He pulls my body toward his and then thrusts into me, and I scream out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Fuck yes,” he hisses, holding my hips so I don’t slide into the wall or onto the floor. “I knew you’d feel good, but this is better than any fantasy I had.”
Wait … he’s fantasized about me?
Just as I’m starting to adjust to his size, he swivels his hips, and I feel every one of the piercings as they massage my inner walls.
“You feel that, Sweetness?” he murmurs against my mouth as he continues to fuck me in a deep, steady rhythm.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
I’ll never orgasm from it, but, wow, does it feel good.
Usually, I just lie there and close my eyes, waiting for the guy to finish, but right now, I can barely catch my breath.
“Are you close?” he asks, tweaking my nipple with one hand while his other stays gripped on my hip, helping him fuck me nice and deep.
I nod, not wanting to ruin the moment.
And then after a few more thrusts, I moan loudly, pretending like I’m coming.
I expect him to follow, but instead, he stops and looks at me.
“What the fuck?” he hisses. “Did you just fake an orgasm?”
My eyes go wide. “What? No.” I shake my head. “I came.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he says, using the same words on me that I flung at him before. “Did you come?”
“No, but it’s not you,” I rush out. “It’s me. I can’t orgasm through penetration. Please, Matteo. Don’t ruin this. I already came. Just pretend I came again so you can finish.”
He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind and then shocks the hell out of me when he lifts me into his arms—with his hard cock still inside me—and walks us over to the couch.
He sits down, and I have no choice but to sit in his lap. In this position, somehow, he feels even bigger.
“Fuck, do you have any idea how sexy you look like this?” he says, playing with my nipples. “Sitting on my cock with your big tits in my face.” He pulls my nipple into his mouth, swirls his tongue around the tip, and then sucks so hard that my pussy clenches around his cock.
“That’s it,” he says. “Now, I want you to ride me, baby. Feel me inside you. What feels good?”
