Hanging off his every word, I understood his description perfectly. Many people would see his wealth and assume he had a silver spoon in his mouth.
What I had seen in the Player’s Lounge wasn’t even a pinch of his operation. I couldn’t fathom having control of a whole city.
“How does this feel?” he asked after a minute.
“Hmm,” I snuggled back into him, smiling at our reflection. “This feels natural. I feel safe.” I wanted to reel the last word back in and replace it with something else.
That was a little too deep. Then again, wasn’t us standing like a regular pair of lovers gazing out at his city just as equivalent?
“I’ll always keep you safe,amada.” He turned me so that I was chest to chest with him. I wanted to ask how he could be so sure about that, but oddly enough, I believed him. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt me, he just forgot to extend that rule to the one person who could do me the most harm.
He took me to the bedroom where a queen bed waited with white linens begging to be dirtied. Knowing what was to come I silently stepped out of my dress and then turned to face him in nothing but my heels.
He slowly turned me around his gorgeous eyes devouring me whole. “I imagined you like this…what you would be like. You sure as hell didn’t disappoint. You’re pure perfection,minha beleza.”
I smiled so big I could see the tops of my cheeks, warming from his compliment and the hungry look on his face.
He studied me a second longer before he lurched forward and sealed his mouth over mine. With barely any effort he cupped my ass and lifted me up onto the bed, depositing me on my back.
“I want to feel your pussy,” he rasped, pulling away and then kissing me sweetly.
One hand slowly roamed down my body, taking its time feeling up my curves. Painstakingly slow, his thumb traced up and down my slit. He leaned up to watch me, smirking when a small whimper escaped my swollen lips as he eased one digit slightly inside me.
“You’re dripping wet,” he noted quietly, sliding his index finger inside next, palm facing up.
I bit my lip to stifle a moan, feeling completely exposed.
He adjusted himself and added another, beginning to move them faster. He gently slapped my clit with his free hand, forcing a set of moans from my chest as he finger-fucked me, curling his fingers into my G-spot and continuing to toy with my swelling nub.
My hips began to move involuntarily on their own, chasing a release my body yearned for. He grinned and got off the bed, leaving me with a groan of frustration.
“Move to the headboard, touch yourself.”
With only brief hesitation, I adjusted so my back was against the tufted headboard, spread my legs, and dug my heels into the duvet, and slid a hand over my freshly-waxed pussy.
Keeping my eyes locked with his, I began rolling my clit, slowly slipping two fingers in and out of me knuckle deep.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, at the end of a sentence in Portuguese as he removed his own clothing.
I trained my eyes where a dark patch of hair surrounded the base of his large, thick dick that was fisted in his hand.
He began pleasuring himself as I pleasured myself. His solid, perfectly defined body complete with dips and ridges of a chiseled torso served as the ultimate visual pornographic material. “Mateo,” I moaned, pulling my lower lip between my teeth.
“Louder,” he commanded, moving to the edge of the mattress.
“Mateo,” I repeated, a note higher as my body began to tense. Before the orgasm fully hit, he grabbed my heeled ankles and dragged me towards him. He hooked my legs over his arms, balancing my ass partially off the bed.
With no preamble, he buried himself inside me. The scream that tore from my lungs was from both pleasure and pain, seeming to encourage him. “Don’t stop saying my name,” he demanded.
He proceeded to fuck me as if his life depended on it. His thrusts were rough, hard, and just the right tempo to make me feel an edge of hurt.
“Your pussy’s so fucking tight, Ley,” he soughed, taking hold of my ankles and hooking them both over his left shoulder, making me feel more of him than I already did.
“Mateo,” I half whimpered half groaned, trying to reach his torso so I could push him back some. I felt like he was about to tear me in half.
“Relax and take it,” he growled, thrusting harder. The bed began to react to our harsh abuse of it, the tufted headboard slowly rocking in place until it was bouncing into the wall. The blanket and sheets were half on the floor half wrapped around a corner of the mattress.
I lost the ability to speak. Perspiration misted my skin as he made me repeatedly come with his cock buried inside my pussy.
