“You,” I sob, pressure building again low in my belly. “I’m yours, Matteo. Only yours.”
His teeth find the junction of my shoulder and neck, biting down just hard enough to make me cry out. The sharp painpushes me over the edge into my second orgasm, my pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock as waves of pleasure crash through me.
“That’s it, Little Thief,” he praises, his voice strained. “Fuck, I love feeling you come on my cock.”
Before I’ve even finished riding out the aftershocks, he pulls out and flips us so he’s lying on his back and I’m straddling him. His hands on my waist, helping me position myself above him.
“I want to see your face,” he says, his eye blazing with something that looks like worship. “To watch you ride me.”
I sink down onto him slowly, savoring the stretch, the fullness. My thighs tremble with exertion as I begin to move, finding a rhythm that has us both gasping. His hands slide up to cup my breasts, thumbs flicking over my piercings.
“Mhmm, fuck, yes,” I moan, arching my back more.
“Look at you,” he breathes, gaze raking over me like I’m something miraculous. “So fucking beautiful.”
One hand moves to my throat, fingers wrapping around it with careful pressure. Not cutting off my air, just resting there—a reminder of who’s in control even as I ride him. The gesture makes my pussy clench around him, my walls fluttering with renewed arousal.
“You like that?” he asks, tightening his grip just slightly. “Like feeling owned while you fuck yourself on my cock?”
“Yes,” I gasp, picking up speed. “I love it. I love you.”
He surges up to capture my mouth in a kiss that tastes of me, his hand still at my throat. I grind against him harder, chasing a third release that feels impossible and inevitable at once.
Matteo’s hips snap up to meet mine, driving his cock deeper. “Come for me again,” he orders against my lips. “One more time, Little Thief. Show me how good I make you feel and come all over my hard cock.”
His thumb finds my clit again, circling it with perfect pressure. Combined with the fullness of his cock stretching me open and the possessive grip on my throat, it’s enough to send me spiraling into another climax.
I come with his name on my lips, my entire body shuddering as pleasure tears through me. Matteo follows immediately after, his release triggered by the rhythmic clenching of my walls around him.
He pulls me down hard against him as he comes, filling me with cum as he groans my name like a prayer.
We collapse together on the floor, a tangle of sweaty limbs and racing hearts. His arms wrap around me, pulling me against his chest with a fierceness that tells me he’s still not ready to let go. I’m not either. I don’t think I’ll ever be.
“I love you,” I murmur against his skin, tasting the salt of his sweat. “All of you.” With those words, I remove his eyepatch so I can see him for exactly who he is.
Matteo’s beautiful, brutally and ruthlessly so. His imperfections don’t diminish that, and for some reason, it’s offensive when he hides his truth from me.
His hand strokes through my hair, gentle now where minutes ago it was demanding. “And I love all of you,” he replies, his voice a rumble beneath my ear. “Especially your ass.”
I burst out laughing, burrowing closer into his embrace.
We lie there on the floor as dawn breaks outside the windows, bathing us in the first pale light of a new day.
I don’t know what time it is when Matteo squeezes my ass. Looking up, I immediately notice the playful look in his eye.
“What?” I ask, not getting what’s suddenly so amusing.
“Stay here,” he murmurs against my shoulder, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to the skin. “I’m going to shower and then I’ll feed you before I take you again.”
The words send me back to the night he took me home almost seven weeks ago. Jesus, can your life really change in the span of a few hours? I guess the answer is yes, because mine did.
That night changed everything. Very much for the better.
“No promises,” I quip before kissing him with an obnoxiously loud smooching sound. “Why don’t you go into the bathroom and find out if I’m the kind of girl who waits around now?”
With a chuckle, he gets up and disappears into the bathroom. As soon as I hear the door close, I dart for the bedroom closet and quickly throw on a pair of panties and the nearest of his t-shirts.
Then I rush to the elevator, pushing the button. My heart hammers in my chest as the elevator climbs to our floor, and when it pings, I quickly push the button for the lobby. But instead of forcing the doors to close faster, I keep them open until I hear the bathroom door open.
