Page 39 of Cavaliere

“Because it’s yours,” she says a little bit louder and a little bit more breathy.

“That’s right,” I purr in her ear. My thumb lightly trails around her waistband, pulling her pants and thong down her hips slightly. I keep going until she’s able to kick off her pants, squirming with desire. “You were naughty today, Wren.”

“I—I didn’t mean to be,” Wren stutters. My fingers find her clit, rubbing roughly before sliding into her wet, slick folds. She’s ready.

“Don’t lie to me,” I growl as I slam two fingers into her tight cunt without warning.

“Fuck,” Wren cries out, back arching, pushing her ass right into my throbbing cock. I groan at the contact as my fingers set a furious pace in and out, in and out. Her walls clench my fingers as I bring her closer and closer to the edge.

Her moans are getting louder and louder, making me glad I cleared the house tonight because I would hate to have to kill one of my men for hearing something that’s only meant for my ears.

“Fight it.” My voice is tight as I feel her walls start to flutter around my fingers. All I can think about is having that feeling on my cock. The first time I make Wren come sure as hell will not be on my fingers. “Stop,” I grit out as my fingers stop moving when I feel her cunt flutter again.

“Don’t stop,” Wren cries, trying to rock her hips but failing miserably since I have her pinned between my desk and my cock.

“Then you should be a good girl and fucking listen,” I nip at her ear as I unzip my pants and take my throbbing cock out. The need to take her for the first time is outweighing my want to punish her juicy ass that’s currently on display. “Spread.” I slap the inside of her thigh just hard enough for it to sting.

I run my cock through her slit, coating it in her juices before lining it up right at her entrance, her pussy already greedily trying to suck me in. Wren only has enough time to let out a gasp at the feeling before I slam to the hilt without warning.

“Oh, god,” Wren cries out as her orgasm slams into her, walls clenching my throbbing cock in a vice grip.

“That’s right, tesoro. My ma named me Matteo for a fucking reason,” I growl as I fuck her through her orgasm. “You know what Matteo means?”

Wren throws her head back and moans loudly as I angle myself just right so I’m hitting that sweet spot every single fucking time. My hand winds in her thick, black hair that’s been making my dick hard from the moment I saw her, giving it a hard tug.

“It means gift of God,” I grit out between thrusts. The way her tight cunt is taking me is almost enough to push me over the edge. I hear her breathing start to come in short, high-pitched gasps, letting me know she’s close. “You going to come all over my cock again, baby?”

“I-I can’t,” Wren stutters out, too caught up in the moment to realize that she’s right there. “It’s too much.”

“You can,” I rumble as I reach one hand down to play with her clit. My fingers are quick to match the pace I’ve set with my cock, hard and fast. It only takes a few more seconds before she’s screaming my name and clenching my cock so hard that I explode deep into her pussy, making me blackout for a second. “Yeah, God owns you now.”

Wren whimpers as I slowly thrust in and out, her greedy pussy lightly spasming around my cock from the aftershocks.

“I know, baby,” I soothe, caressing her back. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” I never fully took my pants off, so after zipping them up, I head into the adjoining bathroom to grab a cloth.

I’m not even gone thirty seconds, and by the time I walk back into my office, she’s gone. Tossing the damp cloth on my desk, I let out a long sigh.

I hope I didn’t just fuck up the progress I’ve made with her.

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

WREN

Ifucked him.

I can’t believe I just fucked him.

And I liked it.

That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had.

I’m pissed at myself for giving in so easily, but damnit, it’s hard not to. It’s like as soon as I get a whiff of his scent and hear his deep voice, I can only think with my vagina. Not that she’s complaining. She’s definitely satisfied after that.

I was too scared to face him when he came back out of the bathroom. I think I was afraid he was going to regret it or realize the chase wasn’t worth it. I couldn’t bear to see the look of pity on his face as he let me down.

It isn’t until I’m changing into an oversized tee I brought for sleeping that I notice the wetness dripping between my legs. Too much wetness.