He was shirtless, inked skin gleaming with sweat, but his jeans still clung low on his hips, unzipped and shoved down just enough to free his enormous cock.
It jutted out, flushed dark red, slick with precum, the piercing glinting at the tip, seeping and throbbing in time with his pulse.
Matty crawled up my body, all muscle and ink and heat, caging me beneath him. His mouth crashed into mine, the kiss deep and dirty, letting me taste myself—salty, sweet,us—his tongue fucking my mouth the way he’d just fucked my core.
“You’re fucking addictive,” he whispered against my lips as he ground his cock against my soaked, throbbing center. I moaned into him, my hands clawing at his back, nails digging into his skin, needing more, needinghim.
He pulled back. “Turn over,” he ordered. “Ass up, Mrs. Adler. I’m takingallof you tonight.”
CHAPTER 26
OPHELIA
My breath hitched at his words, a thrill sparking through me. I immediately obeyed, rolling onto my stomach and pushing up on my knees so that my ass was in the air, exposed and vulnerable. The cool air kissed my slick skin, and I shivered, my core still pulsing from my orgasm.
That’s when I noticed it—a new full-length mirror propped against the wall by the bed, angled perfectly to catch every inch of us. My reflection stared back: cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy with need, my body arched and waiting. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat through me, making me wetter.
Matty’s gaze followed mine in the glass, a wicked grin curling his lips. “Like your new present, pretty baby?” he rasped in a lust-filled voice. “I wanted you to see exactly how fucking good you look while I ruin this ass. Every moan, every shake, every inch of you taking me.”
He gripped my hips, spreading my cheeks wide. “Fuck, look at you,” he growled, his thumb circling my tight hole, teasing, testing. “This ass is mine, too, isn’t it? You’re going to feel me every time you move.”
I whimpered, pushing back against his touch, the forbidden heat of it making me drip. In the mirror, I watched my reflection—thighs trembling, breasts swaying heavy and full—and it made me bolder. “Yes,” I gasped in a needy voice. “Please, Matty.”
Matty leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his lips brushing my ear. “Good girl,” he murmured, nipping my lobe. “I’ll make it so good for you.” I heard the rustle of his jeans as he pulled them all the way off. And then his fingers were back between my legs, scooping up my slick and coating them generously.
He brought them to my ass, and one finger circled my tight ring, pressing in slow until I relaxed, and it slid inside. I gasped, the intrusion strange but electric, my body tensing then melting as he worked me open, thrusting gently and letting me adjust. In the mirror, I saw his face over my shoulder. His eyes were dark, jaw clenched, lips parted as he watched himself sink into me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned as he added a second finger and started scissoring them, stretching me wider…the burn was intense but laced with pleasure. My moans grew louder, and I rocked my hips back, chasing the sensation as he prepared me.
The mirror showed it all.
It showed my face twisted in ecstasy and my lips parted in a silent scream.
It showed how I was dripping onto the sheets as his fingers worked me open.
This was so fucking hot.
“That’s it, pretty baby,” he praised roughly. “Open for me. You’re taking my fingers so well, but I bet you’ll take my cock even better.” A third finger joined, and the stretch pushed me to the edge. My body was shaking, my slick dripping down my thighs as he fucked me with his hand until I was begging in broken sobs. I watched myself in the mirror—lips parted, eyes half lidded, body arching like I was made for this—and the sight made me clench harder around him.
Only then did he pull his fingers free. He sat back on his heels, his knees spread wide, and I twisted my torso so I could see him in the mirror. His enormous cock jutted up, flushed dark and angry, veins pulsing, the piercing glinting under the low light. He slid his slick-coated fingers back through my core, gathering more of my essence, then wrapped his fist around his shaft.
He moved his fist up and down. Wet, delicious sounds filled the room as he coated every inch, his thumb smearing precum over the head, his abs flexing with each pump. The mirror gave me the perfect view: his hand gliding, his cock throbbing, his eyes locked on my stretched hole like he was already inside me again.
A second later, the blunt head pressed against me, and I forced myself to breathe, to trust him. I wanted this. I wanted him to own every part of me.
“Relax,” he soothed, one hand stroking my spine, the other guiding himself. “Let me in.”
He pushed slowly inside me, and the stretch burned, overwhelming me until my body finally started to yield and let him sink deeper. The piercing dragged against raw nerves that lit me up. In the mirror, I saw his cock disappearing into me, inch by inch, the sight erotic and mesmerizing, my ass stretching around his thickness.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so tight, but you’re taking me like you were made for this. My perfect fucking girl.”
He eased in with shallow thrusts, giving me time to breathe around the stretch. His hands clamped my hips, anchoring me, and the burn melted into a dark, pulsing pleasure that unfurled low in my belly.
I loved this.
Every inch of him filled me…claiming me in a way I’d never imagined. The mirror captured it all: his abs flexing, my back arching, the way my tits swayed with every movement.
“Matty—it’s so good,” I moaned, pushing back, meeting his rhythm, the sensation building fast and fierce. His hand slid around and found my clit. I screamed, the dual assault sending me spiraling.
