I spin her around and take her mouth. She smiles against my lips like she’s won something.
Maybe she has. I don’t care.
I sweep her leg and lower her to the mat, my body covering hers. Her tank top and sports bra get shoved up, and then my mouth is on her breast, tongue circling her nipple until it hardens against my lips.
“Matteo.” She arches into me, fingers digging into my shoulders.
I suck harder. She moans, loud and unashamed, and my cock throbs in response.
Her leggings tear when I yank them off. I’ll buy her more. Right now I need her naked, and I need it five seconds ago.
“Impatient,” she breathes.
“You did this.” I shove my sweatpants down just enough to free myself. “Grinding on me like that. You knew exactly what you were doing.”
“Maybe.” Her eyes are dark. Wanting. “You going to punish me for it?”
Christ.
I grab her leg and put it over my shoulder, opening her up. She’s wet. Glistening. Ready.
“Look at you.” I drag my cock through her folds, watching her squirm. “Already soaked for me.”
“Please.” Her hips lift, trying to take me in. “Stop teasing.”
“You teased me for an hour.”
“Matteo.”
I like her desperate. Like her begging. But I’m too far gone to drag this out.
I thrust inside her in one stroke.
Her head falls back. Lips parting. That little furrow between her brows that means she’s feeling everything.
“So fucking tight.” I hold still for one second, savoring her. “I’m never getting enough of this.”
“Move.” Her nails rake down my arms. “Please move.”
I move.
Hard. Fast. The sounds fill the gym—her moans, skin slapping skin, my own ragged breathing. She feels too good. I’m already close, and that’s not acceptable.
“Touch yourself,” I grit out. “I want to feel you come.”
She doesn’t hesitate. Her hand slides between us, fingers circling her clit while I fuck her. The sight of it nearly ends me.
“That’s it.” My voice is wrecked. “Good girl. Make yourself come on my cock.”
“I’m close.” Her walls flutter around me. “Matteo, I’m?—”
“Let go.” I drive deeper. “Come for me, Sierra.”
She shatters. Crying out my name, back arching off the mat, pussy clenching so tight I see stars.
I last maybe three more strokes.
I bury myself deep and come with a groan that echoes off the walls. Pleasure tears through me, blanking out everything except her. This. Us.
