His head tips back, the muscles in his thighs going tight as he unloads.His cock twitching as he spills into my mouth.Hot, thick, and so much.He doesn’t stop until he’s spent and panting.His hand still tight, gripping my hair like I’m the only thing keeping him grounded.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathes, looking down at me with blown pupils and a ruined expression.“That mouth… fuck.”
I swallow every drop of him, lips still wrapped around him until he finally eases back.His fingers slowly unwind from my hair, but his hand lingers, brushing along my cheek, gentle now, almost reverent, like he’s not ready to let go.From the dark, wild look in his eyes, I know he won’t.
He eases back just enough, slowly pulling his cock from my mouth, watching the way my lips cling to him until the very last second.His chest rises and falls with every breath, sweat at his temples, cock still slick and hard despite what he just gave me.
He strokes himself slow and unbothered, gaze trailing over every inch of me, weighing his options, deciding whether to worship me or wreck me.
“Get that pretty pussy up on the table,” he says, voice rough and full of heat.“Now.”
I don’t move right away.I’m stunned, shaking, still tasting him on my tongue.
He steps closer, hand still wrapped around his cock, the head flushed and dripping.“Don’t make me say it again.”
I scramble to obey, my body already moving before my brain catches up.I slide onto the table behind him and lean back on my hands, chest rising fast, heart pounding.Loud.Relentless.It knows exactly what’s coming.
And fuck, I want every second of it.
His gaze is dark, hungry, devouring.He steps between my legs, pushes my knees wider, lips wet with anticipation, uncertain what he’s going to do to me first, only that he will.
“I haven’t decided yet,” he mutters, voice dripping with filth and control.“I might feast on this sweet little cunt ‘til you’re crying.Or I might just slide my cock into you and fuck you stupid.”
He bends forward, face inches from where I’m already soaked, already aching.
“Either way, baby,” he breathes, “you’re not leaving this table without being ruined.”
Chapter Eleven
Matteo
Shescramblesontothetable like a good fucking girl, her body moving without question, thighs parting just enough to tease me with a glimpse of everything I’m about to corrupt.The cold surface makes her flinch, but she doesn’t say a word.She just leans back on her hands, chest heaving, lips parted, eyes wide with that mix of want and surrender that drives me wild.
My cock’s hard, throbbing with every breath she takes.I tell myself not to touch it.
Not yet.
Not until I’ve earned it.But one look at her, and my hand’s already wrapping around my cock, giving it a stroke, needing the feel of it to keep from losing control.
She deserves to be devoured first.Ruined properly.With my mouth, hands, tongue.Every fucking part of me wants to taste her before I even think about sinking inside her.Because when I finally do… I’m not fucking stopping until she forgets how to beg for anything but me.
I step between her legs, dragging my hand up her thigh.Slow enough to make her squirm.She’s soaked already, dripping, and I haven’t even touched her properly yet.
“You’re fucking trembling,” I mutter, voice low and rough, thick with promise.“And I haven’t even put my mouth on you yet.”
I sink to my knees without flinching.No shame in it.No hesitation.She’s the only one who’s ever made me fall this hard.The only one who’s ever owned me without even trying.
This isn’t surrender.It’s control.Because even on my knees, I own every fucking second of this.And she knows it.
Her breath hitches and her hips shift forward like her body already knows what’s coming.
I lean in, breath hot against the mess between her thighs, close enough to taste the want dripping off her.
“Let me make this crystal fucking clear,” I grit out.“I’m not here to tease.I’m not here to play.I’m gonna make you come on my tongue.Not once.Not twice.I’m gonna eat this pretty little pussy until you’re soaking this fucking table.Until your legs give out and all you can do is whimper my name like it’s the only word you can remember.”I drag my tongue slow over my bottom lip, eyes locked on hers.“Then maybe…maybe I’ll think about giving you my cock.”
She lets out a sound, half whimper, half moan and that’s all I fucking need.My grip tightens around her thighs as I drag her to the edge of the table.She belongs there.Right here.Spread wide.Mine to feast on.And right now… I’m going to fucking prove it.
My face hovers just above that tiny scrap of lace.It’s soaked, clinging, pointless really because it’s not hiding a damn thing.
