He fucks me with the desperation of a man starved too long, wild, relentless, a fury born of need and memory.My body’s no longer mine.It’s his.And he’s not letting go.Not now.Not ever.
Matteo’s cock drives deep, stretching me past the point of pain, into that place where pleasure turns into something primal.Something that burns.I can’t tell if I’m breathing, falling, or flying.
His grip on my waist is bruising, pinning me to the wall.
“Fuck, you take me so good,” he snarls against my neck, voice ragged, hips slamming into me with brutal force.
The wet, filthy sound of skin on skin echoes through the room, loud, raw, shameless.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he grits, biting down on my shoulder.“You were made for this cock.You were built to fucking take me.”
And the way he drives in again, deeper this time, harder, it’s like he’s trying to put me through the wall.
I cry out as my front slams into the wall with every brutal thrust.He fucks into me hard, ruthless, each drive a claim.A mark.A demand that I never forget this, that I feel him every time I breathe.Every time I fucking move.
There’s no thought left.No air.Just the stretch, the relentless force of him filling me so deep.It’s perfect.
“Matteo…” I gasp.
He growls behind me, low and feral, grabbing my thigh and hauling it higher.And then, fuck, he angles deeper.
I shatter with a moan, head dropping back onto his shoulder as he fucks me harder and harder with every thrust.It’s rough and controlled.Every thrust landing right on that spot that makes my whole body seize up.Every snap of his hips sends stars exploding behind my eyes.
And still, he’s not letting up.
Not when I’m gasping.Not when I’m clenching around him.Not when I’m whispering his name like a prayer I’ll never recover from.
Because Matteo doesn’t just fuck.He claims.And he’s claiming every inch of me right now.
“I told you I’d ruin you,” he says, voice all grit and fire.“And look at you.Fucking begging for more.”
My body’s already shaking again.Pressure coiling fast and brutal in my core along with the scream trapped in my throat.
I’m close.Too close and he knows it.
He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, biting down hard enough to make me cry out.His hips slam into me, relentless, filthy… each brutal drag of his cock pushing me right to the edge.
“You gonna come again, Em?”he growls, reaching in between my legs, fingers finding my clit.
He rubs rough and perfect, with just enough pressure to make my knees buckle.
“You gonna come all over my cock like a good little slut?”
I try to speak.Try to say something but all that comes out is a whimper.Because I am ready to come like a good little slut and nothing can stop it.
My body breaks as I shatter around him, hard, crying out as the orgasm tears through me like it’s trying to split me open from the inside.
I clamp down on his cock, pulsing tight, desperate, my legs trembling, too weak to hold me steady.My vision whites out.The world vanishes, only him remains.Matteo, buried deep, relentless, fucking me through every crashing wave, carving himself into me with every thrust, branding his name into my bones.
And still he keeps fucking into me.
His growls turn filthy as he chases his own release.His thrusts turn rougher, faster, more desperate.His breath is ragged, his skin slick with sweat, muscles tight as a bowstring.
“Fuck… Emery,” he chokes, voice wrecked.
Then he slams into me one final time, buried to the hilt, so fucking deep and he breaks.
He comes with a guttural sound torn straight from his chest, years of restraint breaking in one brutal moment.His whole body shudders, cock twitching deep as he empties himself, hands locked around my hips in a bruising grip, terrified I’ll disappear mid-fuck.
