“Come here, princess,” he beckons, flicking his wrist toward his lap.
“And do what?” I smirk.
His gaze darkens slightly. “Come here.”
I hesitate for a second before moving. It’s not like I was ever going to not do what he asked. I shift across the seat, my hand bracing lightly against his shoulder as I climb onto his lap.
His hands find my waist immediately, firm and steady.
“You belong to me, Lindsay. I’d never let anyone take me from you.”
My breath catches at those words. He pulls me even closer, erasing any distance left between us. I gasp softly when he rolls my hips against him, over his crotch. I feel him hardening slowly beneath me and my nipples tighten in anticipation.
“Ever fucked in a limo, princess?”
I grin as my fingers curl lightly into his jacket, pulling him in for a kiss. It’s a soft one that deepens in a way that makes the air in the car feel thinner and warmer. A shiver racks through my body as he holds me tighter, fusing our bodies and our lips together.
His hand slides up to my back, slow and deliberate. The kiss breaks and his mouth leaves mine, trailing down my neck with warm feather-light sucks. My eyes practically roll at the sensation.
He grips my thigh, shoving my dress upward. A sharp hiss leaves his lips when he realizes I’m not wearing underwear.
“You like it?”
“You met up with Fadden when you weren’t wearing any panties?” he growls.
My eyes roll. “Do not talk about Fadden right now.”
He chuckles, dragging a hand over me roughly. “Why? Because you know this is all mine. Your soft skin, this gorgeous pussy. You’re wet right now, baby and it’s all for me.”
“Stop taking possession of my God-given body,” I say breathlessly when he lifts me up to graze a knuckle over the slickness that I had been rubbing on his pants.
I push my tits in his face in a silent plea and he hums before plunging his fingers into me. His other hand moves up, pulling down my dress enough that he’s able to latch onto one nipple.
It’s sensory overload. I throw my head back, gripping him as tight as I can while he works me toward the edge of orgasm. Heknows the best way to do it and my body is so attuned to him, it doesn’t take very long before I’m letting out soft gasps.
My hands find his nape, holding on for dear life as shivers rack through me. I come with a sharp exhale.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, staring at me with a spark of lust and something else I’m too afraid to learn.
“Fuck me, Matteo,” I plead, reaching for the buckle of his pants.
He doesn’t provide much help as I undo the zip, reaching in to pull his cock free of the boxer briefs underneath. It stands in the gap between us, erect with veins bulging on the side of it. I let out a ragged moan at the sight.
Matteo grips the base of his erection, lifting me up so he can rub it along my clit. I swallow as I slowly lift my ass up even more, just enough to ground down on his erection.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Kitten,” he groans.
“Mmhmm,” I say dumbly, a haze of lust clouding my every thought.
He hisses when I reach down to grab him at the base so that his tip pushes inside of me. it’s aching slow and I feel every inch as he enters me. My stomach billows out and I feel my eyes start to water.
Matteo rolls my hips for me as I finally manage to take in all of him. Delicious heat slides up my spine and I’m impossibly full. Now adjusted, I start moving on my own, chasing my own pleasure.
I try to pick up the pace, but Matteo interrupts that by gripping the back of my neck and slamming me down onto his cock, regulating my rhythm and ensuring it’s still so slow. Slow enough that my breathing turns ragged.
My heart thunders in my chest as I look into his eyes. It feels deeper. We’re not fucking right now; we’re doing something else. Something painful and heartbreaking.
Something I also can’t put into words.
