“Okay,” I sigh happily.
While his tongue strokes mine into submission, I reach between us and palm his hard cock through his pants. There’s a damp patch on the fabric, and I’m guessing it’s either from pre-cum or premature ejaculation.
Hmm, the latter would be hot as fuck. Having a man like him come just from eating me out is a flattering thought.
When he ends the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine. His breath ghosts across my lips, and I love the scent of my arousal coming from him. It’s rather hot, if I do say so myself.
“Are you ready for my cock?” he asks, his tone deliciously deep.
“Yes,” I squeak, hating that I don’t sound like the badass I feel like after landing a man like him. Even if it’s just for tonight.
I reluctantly unwind my limbs and let him pull away from me, eagerly propping myself up so I can watch him undress.
“Are you clean?” he asks as he sheds his shirt and unbuckles his belt.
“I am,” I confirm, my gaze following the zipper on his pants as he lowers it.
“Me too,” he confirms. “And my eye is up here.” I smile at the amusement in his tone.
“I know.” I continue to stare at the impressive bulge in his pants that he still hasn’t removed. “But I’ve already seen them. They’re a very pretty gray. I’m more curious about your cock,” I quip.
If I’ve surprised him with my brazenness, he doesn’t show it. He slowly continues stripping, taking his time lowering the pants and stepping out of them before kicking off his shoes and removing each sock.
“Seriously?” I huff, arching an eyebrow as I finally look up. “Why are you hiding the goods, Matteo?”
“Are you on the pill?” he asks, slowly lowering his boxer briefs.
I lose the ability to speak as his impressive and very hard cock comes into view. This is a thing of beauty; thick, long, veined in a way that makes my mouth water. And… oh my. The majestic piece of meat is crowned with silver.
This piercing shouldn’t be called a Prince Albert. Not when it’s fit for a king.
A gleaming ring pierces the head, catching the low light and making him look even more dangerous. The metal glints as he strokes himself once, a slow, possessive pull that leaves me panting and has my inner walls tightening with anticipation.
It’s obscene and perfect, the piercing making him look raw and filthy while somehow highlighting just how thick he is. Maybe God isn’t so bad after all since she seems to be answering all my filthy prayers right now.
“Like what you see?” Matteo smirks, hand tightening around his length. The movement makes the metal shift, the flash of it almost hypnotic.
“Yes,” I breathe, my throat suddenly dry. “A lot.”
I can already imagine the way that piercing will drag against me, how it’ll add a sharp edge to every thrust. My body shivers in anticipation, nerves alight with hunger.
Then I suddenly remember his question. “I am on the pill,” I confirm, unable to look away from the bead of pre-cum at his slit. “But I’m not fucking you without a condom.”
With a huff, he turns, and I watch his sculpted ass walk away. I’m not robbed of the view for long, and when he returns, he has multiple condoms in his hand. I sit up straight, the leather of his couch crinkling beneath me as I pull my skin free.
Forcing my gaze higher, I allow myself to take in the full glory of his tattooed torso. The black ink covers his chest, shoulders,and arms in patterns that somehow make him look both more dangerous and more beautiful. A wolf prowls along his ribcage, teeth bared in eternal hunger.
I’ve barely registered the sight when he’s on me again, ripping open the condom packet with his teeth, rolling it on with practiced efficiency. His hands slide under my ass, lifting me, positioning me.
“Look at me,” he commands, and I do. “Watch my face when I sink my cock into your cunt.”
And I do; I lock my eyes on his as he slowly feeds me his cock at an agonizingly slow pace. The stretch is exquisite, almost too much, the piercing creating a delicious friction that makes me cry out.
“Oh…” I moan. “Fuck. Fuck, Matteo… it’s too… fuck.”
He pauses, letting me adjust, his restraint visible in the corded tension of his neck and shoulders. “You okay?” he asks, voice strained.
In answer, I dig my heels into his lower back and pull him deeper. “More,” I demand.
