His hand wraps around my jaw, it’s rough but steady, tilting my face until all I see is him.And then he kisses me.Hard and messy, all tongue and teeth.He kisses me, mouth still coated in the mess he made of me—slow, filthy, full of intention.He wants me to taste it.Wants me to know exactly what he just claimed.
“You feel that?”he breathes against my mouth.“That’s you.That’s what you taste like when you come for me.”
His cock grinds against my soaked pussy, thick, dragging right where I’m still aching.
“Fuck,” he mutters, pulling back just long enough to yank my sweatshirt over my head and toss it like it’s nothing.He stares down at me, eyes hot, jaw tight, chest rising fast.
“Look at you,” he says, voice thick with reverence, hunger poured into every syllable.“Laid out for me.Dripping.Shaking.All fucking mine.”
His eyes drag over me like a physical touch, it’s slow and greedy.He takes in my tits, then trails lower, zeroing in on my cunt as if nothing else exists.His breath stutters.
“I’ve wanted us for so fucking long,” he says.“I’ve dreamed about us, Em."He grabs one thigh and yanks it high around his waist, then the other, spreading me wide open, leaving me exposed, throbbing, completely at his mercy.“Tell me,” he says, grinding his cock against me so hard I gasp.“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”Another grind.Deeper.Rougher.“Tell me you want this cock so far inside you, that you’ll forget your own fucking name.”
I meet his gaze, chest heaving, lips parted.“I want you, Matteo,” I breathe, the words tumbling out like a prayer.“I want your cock.I want you inside me.Right fucking now.”
That’s it.
That’s all it takes.
His eyes darken, something unhinged flashing through them before he tears off me, fingers jerking at his belt like it’s strangling him.The second he gets it undone, his eyes drop, and he sees it.The soaked patch of wetness I left on his pants.
“Fuck,” he mutters.“I should make you lick it off.”
The threat hits, making my pussy clench so tight it aches.
He kicks off his pants, rips that expensive cotton shirt over his head, and fuck me he’s lethal.
All cut muscle and chaos.Scars carved across his skin, battle lines etched deep.Dark ink coils over his chest, snakes down his abs in a perfect, filthy path that ends at his cock.
And fuck, that cock.
Thick.
Hard.
Leaking.
The head slick with pre-cum, flushed and begging for my mouth.
He’s beautiful in the dirtiest way possible.Every inch of him built to ruin me.My lungs forget how to work.All I want is to drop to the floor and choke on him until he’s the only thing I can taste.
He fists his cock and strokes it slowly, putting on a show, knowing damn well I’m already dripping for it.His eyes stay locked between my legs, fixated on my pussy like it’s the prize he’s been hunting for.
He steps closer, pressing the soaked head right against my entrance, dragging it through the mess I’ve made for him, slow, teasing glides that make my thighs tremble.
A crooked smirk cuts across his face as he drags it through my folds again, and again, until I’m squirming beneath him, begging without a single word.
“Look at you,” he says.“So, fucking wet for this cock.You need it, don’t you?Need me to stretch this sweet little pussy until you forget how to fucking think?”
I whimper.That’s all he needs.
He thrusts… hard.One brutal push that knocks the air from my lungs and tears a broken, desperate sound from my throat.No warning.No build-up.Just his cock forcing its way into my tight, greedy cunt… stretching me wide, making my eyes roll back.
“Fuck,” he bites out, buried to the base, balls pressed flush to my skin.His fingers dig into my hips like he’s trying to anchor himself.“This pussy was made for me.You were made for me.”
My legs lock around his waist, desperate to keep him there, to keep him deep.His cock twitches inside me, thick and hard, like he’s seconds from losing control.
“You feel that?”he breathes against my ear.“That’s me right where I belong.”
