It was like she was made for me.
But then, hadn’t I always thought that way?
Letting out a sigh of pure longing, I hooked my fingers into her, pushing my cum into her body, plunging into her pretty pink pussy with my fingers over and over again.
She was so perfect, and I couldn’t get enough, not ever, and that was why she was so dangerous.
“Matteo,” she moaned again.
“Cum for me, princess. Cum for me so I can coat my face and lips in your…”
I pushed my face into her, licking, sucking, nibbling on every single inch of her sensitive, glistening flesh until…
She came almost silently with a sharp, whistling inhale, and herback arched up like she was possessed. It was only my hands on her body that kept her on the mattress.
My eyes snapped open, taking in her face as she creamed over my lips, and I licked her clean.
She looked like she was in heaven, but wasn’t that exactly what this was?
Heaven for both of us.
One last swipe of my tongue against her, and I climbed up her body and captured her mouth with mine so she could taste us as well.
Heaven.
I didn’t know when I had last been so happy.
So why was I about to spoil everything again?
Why?
Chapter Fourteen
Sophia
Matteo’s fingers were warm and dry. And gentle. Just like his eyes were soft and gentle every time he glanced at me.
“You keep staring at me,” I said finally when his glances began to be too much.
“So?” Hand in hand, he led me through the New York hustle and bustle. Fingers still entwined with mine, he brought my hand to his lips and kissed each knuckle in turn.
“So? Matteo, this is…” The words had barely left my mouth before he drew me into his side and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
“I like looking at you. You are by far the prettiest thing on this street, Sophia.”
I blushed before I could help myself. He always did have a way with words, but this time, it felt different. He was hot and cold and had been since we had been reunited, but this was hotter than usual.
Maybe because of the mind-blowing sex?
Honestly, I didn’t know, but it was making me on edge. What if all of this was a game? What if it was another way for him to torture me?
“Plus,” flicking my hair behind my ear, he lowered his lips to my ear, “I look at you and I can still taste your cum on my tongue.”
My whole face flamed beet red. “Matteo.” Playfully, I swatted at his arm. Throwing back his head, he boomed out a laugh, causing more than one person to turn and stare at us.
“Matteo, don’t say things like that.”
His eyes glittered in mischief. I knew that look. I had seen it a lot growing up. He was about to embarrass me.
