I swear my knees would give out if he wasn’t holding me up, pinning me to the heat of his body, with that brutal, caged need radiating off him like he’s seconds from snapping.
“You feel that?”he says against my throat, voice all low and dark, shredded from restraint. “That’s what you fucking do to me.”
He thrusts again, harder this time, grinding the thick length of him right against the pulse between my legs.And fuck…my head tips back, eyes fluttering closed as heat coils in my spine, sharp and aching.
Then his lips brush my throat, soft and wicked.
“You walk around as if I won’t bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own fucking name.”
My fingers claw at his shoulders, desperate to hold on, trying to anchor myself—but there’s nothing steady left.No ground.No breath.Just Matteo.Just the chaos he’s pulling me into.The way he’s dragging me out of my own body and turning me into something that belongs to him.
“Tell me,” he growls, mouth hot at my ear.“Tell me how fucking soaked this sweet little pussy is just from thinking about my cock buried deep in it.”
A sound tears from me.It’s needy, a whimper pulled straight from my gut.Because fuck yes, that’s what I want and I don’t care that he knows that.I don’t care that he can feel the heat rolling off me or the way I’m clenching around nothing, like my body’s already begging to be filled.
I’m not hiding this anymore.Not the way I tremble.Not the way I throb for him.Not the way I want him to split me open and never let go.
His hand slides between us, fingers dragging slow over the curve of my hip, carving it into memory.
“I’ll have you begging for it,” he breathes, his voice rasping against my skin, rough as sandpaper, scraping into places I didn’t know could ache.
He rolls his hips again, slow, but punishing.Deep.Deliberate.Trying to fuck the breath from my lungs without even being inside me yet.
My gasp stalls in my throat.My back bows, body synced to his without a choice.
“And when I finally fuck you Em…” he growls, lips brushing the shell of my ear, each word sharp enough to leave marks, “you’ll be thanking me for every goddamn second I made you wait.”
His fingers dig into my hip, possessive, like he’s branding me, marking what’s his.His body is all heat and tension pressed against mine, and my lungs barely work with the weight of him so close.
Then he leans in, his mouth brushing my ear, voice rough and commanding.
“Take out my cock.”
My pulse stutters.Every part of me clenches at the way he says it—low, filthy, a dare wrapped in heat and control.Daring me to defy him.
“You want it, don’t you?”he murmurs, grinding against me.The hard line of him leaving no question.“You know you’ve been thinking about it.Fucking aching for it.So take it out.”
I swallow hard, my fingers already moving, shaky and eager, fumbling with his belt like I might fall apart if I don’t get to him fast enough.
He watches me with fire in his eyes, his breath hot against my cheek.
“That’s it.Don’t fucking stop.”
And fuck, I don’t.I can’t.Because this… him, has me undone before I’ve even wrapped my hand around him.
His hand snaps around my wrist the second I free him, rough, making me gasp.His cock is heavy in my hand, hot, hard, and fuck, he knows exactly what he’s doing.He knows the effect he has on me.
He leans in again, his voice nothing but filth and dominance, low and dark right against my ear.
“Get on your knees,” he growls.“Suck my cock.”
The command does something to me.
There’s no hesitation.
No room for thought, just raw, fucked-up need.
“I’ve let you tease me long enough,” he says, his tone sharper now, dragging his thumb across my lower lip.“So get the fuck down there and do what we both know you’ve been dying to do.”
